Rainbow Dash had just smashed through a tower of rocks that Spike had built. Applejack was helping her recover, telling Spike, "Ah just can't think of one more thing I need help with. So you don't have to do anything else."
Spike nearly fainted, falling to the ground in disbelief. "What do you mean you can't think of anything else I can help with?!"
Applejack walked over to him as he sat up, "Exactly that. There's nothin' else. I don't want you t'do anythin'."
Spike began to pace about, worrying, "But if I don't help you, how will I know I'm a noble dragon?"
Applejack tried to think of some kind of a comforting answer, "Well, uh-"
But Spike cut back in, "Maybe there's things you need help with, but you don't even realize you need help with."
Fluttershy had been silently watching off to the side. At this point she cut in, "If she needed help, I think she'd realize it."
"Maybe not." Spike answered, as he climbed to the top of the remaining rock pile, "Maybe Applejack needs help realizing what she needs help with." he said as he jumped onto Applejack's back from the low peak, knocking her to the ground on her belly. "Like maybe your back itches." Spike said, as he began to vigorously scratch her back.
"Ohh, that does feel good." Applejack was already caught off guard from the aerial tackle. That, coupled with the sudden shift from the offer of doing manual labor, to this personal attention. Rarity had dragged Applejack to one of her spa days a while back. Lotus and Aloe were certainly skilled at their craft. Applejack would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the deep tissue massage they gave her. It felt so good to have somepony working out all the stress and knots from her tired muscles after a hard day's bucking.
Applejack expressed her gratitude to Rarity bringing her that one time, but her stubborn ways wouldn't let her come to admit to Rarity how much she really enjoyed being pampered like that. Nor would it let her go back to the spa on her own accord. Not to mention that those massages on a regular basis would be cost prohibitive for the limited budget of the simple farm pony.
But this! Spike's dexterous hands, with their individual digits, worked the muscles and nerve endings in her back in ways that even the most skilled of hooves physically couldn't. And all she had to do was ask? Applejack could get used to this. But just as he was really getting into working on her back, he stopped, much to her disappointment.
Spike was already off again trying to sell his service to her again, "See? Or you might need help remembering your favorite song? ..."
Applejack was no longer listening as Spike began to sing some song she had never heard before. Let alone her favorite song, which everypony knew was-
Applejack's thoughts were cut short by a fire bellow being put in her mouth. Spike pumped the bellow, inflating Applejack like a balloon. She hadn't felt that filled up since... well that's a story for another time. Finally, she flew off the end of the bellow, propelling herself backwards until she returned to her normal size.
"All right, Spike, ya convinced me. But I don't need help with things like breathin', or any other bodily functions fer that matter. Why don't we just go back to the farm and we can get you back to work. I've got it from here gals, don't you worry 'bout me."
"Alright!" Spike cheered, jumping in the air, elated. Everypony else there just assumed that Applejack had formulated a plan to trick Spike out of her service on her own, and went their separate ways. __________________________________________________
Once they were out of earshot of the others, Applejack struck up a conversation with her new, purple companion. "Hay Spike, ya know I just realized somethin'. We ain't never really spent much time together. I don't hardly know much 'bout you." she said with a sort of frown. What a sad statement about a friend of hers for over two years. "I mean, all I really knows is what Twilight tells me. But I mean like, How old are you fer one?"
"Eighteen." Spike said nonchalantly.
"Really?" she cocked her eyebrow, surprised.
"Yeah. Eighteen." he replied.
"Huh, I just always figured you were younger. You know, like a-"
"Baby?" he cut her off, a little miffed.
"Well, yeah I guess." She admitted, feeling a little silly now with this new information.
"Well," he started to explain, "Dragons do live for centuries. So relatively speaking, eighteen is a 'baby' dragon. I mean, I don't even have my wings yet." He said, feeling a little self-conscious. "But it does get on my nerves sometimes when everypony still treats me like I'm a child. I'm just as mature as anypony else."
"Hmm. So eighteen..." she trailed off, considering the implications.
"Yup," he pulled out his stagecoach operators licence, issued in Canterlot. "I did chauffeur you all to the Grand Galloping Gala two years ago when I was sixteen."
"That's true..." Applejack remembered. "You know, we just celebrated your birthday too, and I never even thought to ask how old you were... But you were... hatched... right when Twilight got her Cutie mark..." She looked at her own Cutie Mark on her supple flank, "I suppose when we all got 'em... And that was..." she did the fancy mathematics in her head, "golly, it has been just over eighteen years."
Spike continued, "I can drive, I can smoke a pipe, I can drink a cider, I can vote..."
AJ poked him in the ribs, "Ya know those ballots are all just different nicknames fer Princess Celestia right?" It was true, the elections every four years were more or less a joke. But next year everypony was looking forward to whether or not Luna would be added to the ballot... or if it would even matter.
Spike ignored her, "I'm a registered citizen. I can volunteer for the Equestria militia." he said seriously.
"Oh, Spike, ya don't need to do that to defend Equestria. Ya already saved the Crystal Empire!" she reminded him.
"Yeah... I did!" he said, beaming with pride. "I guess I am pretty awesome. You're lucky to have me as your number one assistant."
The sun was beginning to hang low in the evening as they neared the barn. "Ya know Spike, there's one last thing you forgot about." Applejack said, a grin forming at the corners of her lips.
"Oh, what's that." he asked.
AJ took a deep breath. This was it. "Eighteen... is also the age... of consent." she whispered, sounding a little more sultry than she meant to.
It took a second for the words to register in his head. The sentence, along with her tone, blew a fuse in his mind and he was still resetting breakers. Luckily, AJ caught the shock on his face and laughed to cut the tension. Spike was more than happy to join her levity.
"He he, yeah. It is that too. That... is... correct." he said, sort of trailing off. "You should make sure Rarity knows I'm eighteen." he said, jokingly, but then immediately embarrassed at his forwardness.
Awkward jokes aside, it really had been a crazy day. For all of Spike's help, the resulting messes left Applejack doing three times as much work as her normal day. Her muscles were exhausted. Applejack opened the barn, letting Spike inside before closing it behind him.
"So what do you need help with in the barn?" Spike asked excitedly, clapping his hands, "You need me to bale some hay, or stack some hay bales or-" Applejack put a hoof to his mouth, silencing him. She settled down, laying on her belly on a soft pile of loose hay.
"Spike, I really appreciate yer help. But it's been a long, hard day. I could really do with another back rub." She said, nodding to her back.
"Sure thing!" Spike enthused, leaping to her side, scratching vigorously.
Scritch-Scritch-Scritch-Scritch-Scritch
"Oh yeah. That does feels good." she moaned. True, the aggressive scratching did feel good on her rough coat, soothing itches she didn't even know her skin had. But it wasn't what she really craved at that moment.
"Say Spike," she asked, causing him to pause, "that's nice and all, but could you try rubbing more than scratching?"
"Like this?" Spike laid his palms flat, before resuming to rapidly buffing her fur, like he was washing a window.
"That's better, but I mean slowly. Try putting a little more weight into it, like yer kneading bread." She advised.
"Liiike this?" Spike changed up his strategy. He pressed his palms deep into AJ's muscles. He worked in slow little circles, rolling his fingers in different patterns. He rolled his palms into fists before spreading his fingers out, pushing and pulling on different patches of her back, stimulating each tired muscle. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. Each of his fingers were their own tiny hoof, it was like getting eight massages at once. Applejack was euphoric.
"Oh Spiiiike, oh yes, you got it. Just keep on doin' that." She moaned as he worked high on her back, in between her rugged shoulder blades. He began extending out into her shoulders and neck. She could have just laid there for hours under his ministrations. "Hmm, lower..."
Spike moved around from her side to behind her to get a better angle on her lower back. He began to get a feel for what made her feel good based on her responses to his techniques. He worked his way down from her lower back to the tops of her flanks before moving back up again. He still kept a keen distance from her buttocks proper. He could tell he was doing a good job from the way she practically purred under his hands.
Applejacks tail began to raise on it's own, twitching and flagging with each wave of pleasure from his massage. It's weight kept it bowed down for the most part, as it sort of fell to the side exposing her nethers. In his position, Spike couldn't help but notice the movement. A glance down revealed Applejack's engorged privates on full display for him. He tried to avert his eyes and stay focused on his work. Ponies seldom wore clothes so it wasn't something he had never seen before. But he understood it was rude to look when a tail failed to cover it. But his eyes still wandered down from time to time.
For her part, Applejack was lost to the world. Each pass he made over her hips made her mare bits tingle. She subconsciously slid a hoof beneath her, slowly through the hay. Spike could now feel the the heat on his legs positively radiating from her exposed privates. Underneath, Applejack just barely had the tip of her hoof at the top of her slit. She couldn't give herself a proper frigging without Spike noticing. She just applied a pressure at the top of her slit on her little love button. But that was enough.
Spike's massage had supercharged her pussy. Her every nerve already on edge. The final contact she made was all she needed to make herself cum. It wasn't anything earth-shattering. She had brought herself to bigger climaxes in the past. But the speed, and ease of it's arrival caught her completely by surprise.
She bit her lip to stifle her moan, but it came through anyway. It was only a little louder than the series of moans she had been producing that evening, so Spike paid it no special attention. But Applejack also reflexively moved to bear down on her hoof, in a sort of single, extended hump, causing her to lose her traction in the hay and slide backwards.
Applejack's attention snapped back to reality when Spike's hands froze in their movement on her back. She simultaneously noticed that her movement had caused her to slide backwards into Spike. Her exposed pussy was mashed against his leg, causing her lips to part slightly. He felt her pussy quiver against him in her orgasm, causing her clit to 'wink' against his shin. The added stimulation of the contact prolonging her climax, turning her would-be-mediocre orgasm all the way up to eleven. Her mare juice creamed onto his shin and foot as her moan increased in volume. Spike froze out of embarrassment, fearing that he had done wrong. Applejack simply couldn't command her muscles as she helplessly rode the wave of her ecstasy against him for what felt like and eternity.
In reality, it was a split second later that Applejack quickly lurched forward off of Spike. In the same motion she brought her trouble-maker hoof up away from her crotch in a flash. Spike didn't notice anyway, he was still petrified like a deer in headlights.
"SLIPPED!" They both apologized in stereo.
Each tried to pretend that nothing had happened, despite the sticky evidence to the contrary slathered on each of them. Spikes hands were still clutching her buttocks. They had slipped extra southward when she jerked forward away from him. He did the only thing he could think of to try to restore some normality to the situation: He resumed the massage, trying to regain some distance north to her lower back, and away from her hot, moist... oh, the aroma was overpowering.
Sure, it didn't have the same effect on him that it would on a stallion. The pheromones didn't work across species. He read that in a book somewhere. But he had been around mares his whole life. He recognized the smell earlier, just as soon as AJ had started to get... worked up. And as much as he hoped to ignore what had just happened, he was not so naive that he didn't know exactly what just happened. But he didn't know whether to feel ashamed or... proud?
He suddenly understood the achievement in making a mare do that from a simple back rub. He redoubled his efforts. This pony saved his life after all. He was going to give her the time of hers. He grinned at the thought, feeling more brazen. AJ slipped forward again, trying to make sure she didn't 'slip' into him again. He stayed where he was this time. His arms no longer reaching her back, he shifted to cycling between her flank, and lower to her supple ass. He still stayed away from the middle, keeping more to her hips and outer thighs. But he was most definitely rubbing down her round, southern badonkadonk!
Applejack noticed the change as well, hazarding a peek back over her shoulder. She caught his eyes as he just grinned back at her, the sly devil. She looked straight ahead again, her mind raced.
Why that- he knows exactly what he's doing! And he's INTO it?
Applejack felt emboldened. "Hay Spike," he paused, "why don't you..." She rolled away onto her back, her hind legs splayed slightly, "gimmie a belly rub now?" she said with her best sultry bedroom voice.
Why that- he knows exactly what he's doing! And he's INTO it?
Applejack felt emboldened. "Hay Spike," he paused, "why don't you..." She rolled away onto her back, her hind legs splayed slightly, "gimmie a belly rub now?" she said with her best sultry bedroom voice.
Fortunately, (or unfortunately she was beginning to think), the way she rolled over with her tail, it flipped up between her legs. Now it was covering the front of her marehood, laying over her other leg. But it meant that now, with him, it was like starting the whole process over again.
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His rapid scratching of her tummy and ribs sent poor Applejack into a giggle fit. "HAHAHAHA Spike! No, slow!"
"Oh, right." He corrected, trying the back rub technique he had just been using, putting his weight into it and kneading it like bread.
"OOF!" She grunted as he pressed into her guts. "Er, Spike, just lay down next t'me and rub with yer hand lightly."
"Oh, sorry AJ!" he apologized quickly, as he tried to position himself next to her, laying down, propped up on his elbow.
"It's alright partner, just relax." She reassured him as he scootched closer up against her, reaching across with his arm. "There now, just use those hands of yours and... rub softly." She guided.
Spike laid beside her, spooning her form as his hand and arm gently stroked her chest and abdomen.
"Mmm, there ya go." Applejack purred, relaxing as his hand and fingers tenderly massaged her under-fur. Once again she found herself in a state of bliss. She could have just laid there all evening as he softly caressed her belly's fur. It was much softer fur than the coarse hair on her legs or back, which were exposed more to the elements and abuse of daily labor. No, this fur was spared the harshness of her life's work. This fur, she kept soft and pristine for some lucky buck to enjoy one night, atop her.
She just never thought it would be Spike. But she was enjoying this twist of fate. "Mmm lower." She cooed, as before. Spike moved from a mix of her chest and tummy, to just her tummy, making small circles. Somehow it made her feel like a mommy the way he rubbed her belly. She imagined Applebloom some day making the same motions, rubbing Applejack's tummy with her future stallion's foal. But she was getting ahead of herself.
Her mind focused back on Spike, and what he was doing to her body. The sensations her was generating in her gave her goosebumps. It made the short hairs on her neck stand up. It was electric.
And it made her wet.
Spike could feel the moistness on his leg quickly drying into no more than a sticky memory. But Applejack was keeping the atmosphere in that barn hot and heavy, with the aroma of her fresh arousal hanging thick in the air.
"Mmm, lower." Applejack purred to him again. Spike moved the center of his massage's little circles from her belly to her lower belly... "Uh, uh. Lower." ...okay, to her lower lower belly.
"Looooower." She said with an almost subsonic, primal growl. Spike swallowed hard, and moved his hand quickly to the fronts of her thighs. "Ooh, mmm, I think you skipped past it." she said in such a coy, playful tone before a brief giggle. It made Spike briefly feel like an intimidated child. This was genuinely new territory for him. Having AJ accidentally bucking against his leg, he could shrug off to chance, but this...
"Um, Twilight says I'm not supposed to touch mares there..." he said, coming off more cute and innocent than he intended. Rather than deter Applejack, it spurred her ambition on to 'break in' this fresh mustang.
"Well, she's half right." Applejack started, forcing herself out of her lusty haze for a moment, "Yer not supposed to touch a mare there... unless they ask you too." she finished, turning her bedroom eyes to max on her little Spikey Wikey.
"And. I'm. Asking. you. to."
"Um, okay. Here I go." He said, as he tentatively slid his hand up her thigh, toward her hidden snatch. Inch by agonizing inch, his hand crept ever closer to the edge of her blonde tail, concealing her flower. He tried to get away with just petting her tail, but a split second before he could try, she whisked it away with a flick of her tail. She arched her back and spread her legs further, putting herself on full display to him.
"Well, go on then," she encouraged, "just go slow and be gentle at first." He brought his hand to mere millimeters from her slit, hesitating to touch it as though it were a hot stove top. With the heat pulsating off of her mare bits, it might as well be. Finally, as though trapped in a Zeno's paradox, he closed the distance, resting his palm on her burning crotch. Applejack reflexively bucked up into his hand, surprising him. "Sorry," she said quickly, "I didn't mean t'scare ya. It just feels so good is all. It feels sooo good Spike, don't stop now! Rub it please?" she practically begged.
He lightly slid his whole hand up and down mound, which was enough to get her writhing again beneath him. His good job rewarded, he gained more confidence, adding slightly more speed and pressure to his rhythm. "Oooh yes, oh Celestia yes! Oh, Spike push your middle finger in." she moaned. He applied a little more pressure with his middle finger, pressing into her moist slit, parting her lips around it. It slid easily against her sensitive, and well lubricated inner folds. He was occasionally flicking against her sensitive nub, driving her wild.
"Oh, oh Spike push your finger IN." she cried out. He thought he had. He looked at her, confused, but continued to rub her slit just as he had been. It obviously made her feel good. She caught her breath long enough to catch his attention, "No Spike, push your finger inside!" she reached down with a free hoof, guiding his hand, "Lower, see?" she pushed his and to the base of her slit until he could feel it give beneath his entrenched finger. There was a hidden hole nestled there. He looked at her, a bit uncertain as he probed the boundaries of the entrance, she nodded back vigorously. He pressed his digit into her cunny hole.
Applejack lurched forward a little at the penetration. True it was just a small finger, but the sensation was new and just so damn hot to her. "Oh yes, rub in there like that!" Spike began to work his finger in and out, wiggling it around a little, testing a reaction. She was in heaven!
"More!" she cried out. "Another!"
Another 'what?' he wondered.
As though reading his mind, "Another finger. Inside. More fingers." She gasped, rocking her hips against him.
"Like, how many more?" he asked, craving specifics in what he certainly considered to be a sensitive assignment.
"As many as you can!" she said, suddenly feeling very dirty for the request. Spike on the other hand, did as he was told, following directions. He found that despite it's initial tightness, he found her pussy to be quite pliable and accommodating as he added a second finger, and then his third without much difficulty.
"Mmmmmmmore!" she purred, thrusting her hips against the purple intrusion. Spike had to re-position himself between her legs to get the right angle now. With a little effort and pressure, he began to slip his thumb inside the orange pony. She reveled in the feeling it gave her to be filled like this, she kept bucking against him harder as he just tried to hold his position. With each thrust of her hips, more of his small hand vanished inside her swallowing snatch.
"Um, Applejack?"
"KEEP GOING!" she screamed, her lust completely consuming her as the widest part of his wrist slid inside her hungry entrance. It was a strange sensation for him as well to have his hand completely inside another pony. "Push more in!" Spike pushed back against her relentless bucks as more of his forearm vanished inside the farmer. She reached down with her free hoof and assaulted her engorged clit aggressively.
"Gnn, uh uh AHHHAAWWW!" She cried out as her second orgasm that night gripped her. Her powerful vaginal muscles squeezed and rippled along Spikes arm, as more of her mare cum spurted out from around her stuffed entrance, coating what arm remained outside in copious lube.
Seeing his mission accomplished, Spike was about to start withdrawing his enveloped limb. She shot up and continued to press down on his arm, "Oh yeah, keep going! Fuck me!"
Spike was frozen for a second. He had never heard her use nasty language in all the time he had known her. Not even so much as a 'darn'.
"Fuck ME!" she repeated her command, "Fuck me with your fist! Like you're punching!"
Okay, that part he got, however strange it was. He balled his hand into a small fist, still deep inside the mare. Then he began to 'punch' her insides, working his arm like a piston, sinking all the way up to his elbow! He still had lots of energy for her which was good because she was beginning to seem insatiable. He remembered Rainbow Dash saying something about earth ponies having a lot of stamina, but he always thought she meant racing. Now he knew better first hand.
He sunk in to his elbow and rolled his fist around inside. She rolled from side to side, clawing helplessly at the loose hay scattered about with her hooves. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my GOSH!" she tensed as another wave of her climax washed over her. She was able to get out two words. "MORE!... DEEPER!!!" He looked down at his elbow, resting at her entrance.
"Um, Applejack, are you sure that-"
"MORE! PLEASE!!!" she begged. He adjusted his position, pushing in more into what seemed like the bottomless mare! His elbow inside her was the last obstacle. Soon he easily slipped the rest of his slick arm inside her. He was forced to stop with his shoulder in her entrance, his torso putting a final end to any further progress. His fist finally bottomed out inside her, bumping against the end of her love tunnel. "OOOOHHH!" she moaned.
Shoulder deep left Spike with little leverage to do much other than just be there as she writhed on his arm inside her. Our of sheer curiosity, he felt around inside at her anatomy, his fingers toying at the entrance of her cervix.
For pony's sake it was like someone had taken a tazer to her neck. Her whole body convulsed in a final, mind blowing orgasm as her hips kept bucking into the air, causing Spike to smack his face into her stretched pussy lips with each bounce as he helplessly rag-dolled on the end of her like some second purple tail. It was like the Iron Pony Rodeo all over again!
His face mashed into her, "LICK IT! PLEASE! OH GOSH!" Spike just shut his eyes and stuck his tongue out, lapping all over, hoping for the best. By sheer luck he landed a direct hit on her aching clit setting off fireworks in her head as her pussy exploded onto his arm! Her pussy was completely filled with his arm, her mare cum had nowhere to go and sprayed out around his arm, soaking him from head to toe as her pussy clamped down on him a final time. Utterly exhausted, they both passed out right where they lay. __________________________________________________________________
The next day Applejack arrived at Twilight's house. The unicorn was engrossed in some book. "Twilight? Twilight. Twilight!" AJ yelled but just couldn't get through to her. Finally she resorted to moving one of Twilight's ink wells slightly out of place, setting off Twilight's OCD alarm, gaining her attention.
"Oh, Applejack it's good to see- what are you wearing? That's an odd dress."
"It's a tarp" AJ answered, "It was the only way ah could get here."
Now that Twilight looked, AJ's rump did seem big, even for the southern belle. A muffled voice came from underneath, "help"
Twilight's horn illuminated, removing the tarp. Revealing Spike still trapped, buried up to the shoulder inside Applejack!
Twilight recovered from her shock. The sight of her number one assistant, trapped with his arm completely inside Applejack was just too much for the poor unicorn to process. In order to free him, she needed to get Applejack's now-dry 'apple juice' flowing again. With tremendous awkwardness, she stimulated Applejack both with her hoof and magic. The practiced combination worked like a charm, building up her arousal. Twilight's tendrils of magic massaged all around her moistening pussy as her purple hoof ground against her love nub.
"Spike, anything yet?" Twilight asked. He tried jerking at his arm a few times in little thrusts. It was causing Applejack to lurch forward, moaning in pleasure. It was hardly the scene Twilight had expected in her library that morning. It was so surreal. Her, rubbing her hoof along her friends pussy, while her number one assistant fist fucked her. Applejack's moans were a sign of progress at least.
"Spike keep doing that." Twilight instructed. Spike continued to pump as her rolled his fist around inside. Applejack's eyes rolled into the back of her head.
"Yes, that's it Applejack. You need to orgasm so that we can free Spike." Twilight said in a clinical tone.
Spike looked at Twilight sideways. "Where in the hell did you learn to talk dirty?" He turned back to Applejack, running his free hand over her supple, and increasingly attractive booty. "Oh, Applejack, the feeling of being inside you is sooo hot! Your pussy is so warm and inviting. I almost never want to leave. I could just rub that tush all day." he said in his best seductive tone, punctuating the end with running his long tongue along her corpulent flank.
"AAAAAhhhhh Spiiiiiiiike!" Applejack chewed on her hat as her body was wracked with a powerful climax! Fresh 'apple juice' burst from around his arm, as her pussy muscles clenched down, squeezing him from her twat's hole. Spike's dangling form dropped to the floor as his arm finally slipped free from the earth pony's plot hole. Now unplugged, his exiting fist was followed by a large gush of her pent up mare cum, soaking Spike, and the floor beneath her.
Applejack fell to the floor as well, collapsing in her euphoria. Twilight helped Spike to his feet. He was still clenching something in his hand. "Spike what have you got there?" Spike only just now realized he was holding something. He held it up to show Twilight.
"What is it?" he asked Twilight.
"I believe it's called a Balrog." she answered. "They are found when one delves too greedily, and too deep." she said eyeing Spike accusingly. She took the creature with her magic an put it in a jar on her shelf, capping it with a vented lid. She turned back to Spike who was still a sticky mess. "There now. Let's go get you cleaned up." she said as they made their way to the washroom, leaving Applejack to recover from her post coital bliss.
Once they were out of earshot of Applejack, Twilight scolded Spike. "I'm not even going to ask how this happened. What were you thinking?"
Spike shot an angry look back at her. "I dunno Twilight. I guess maybe I was thinking that I'm an adult and I can do what I want!" Twilight was shocked at his sudden change of character. She had heard of a pony's first sexual experiences changing them, but this...
"Fine, whatever. I don't want to argue about this." Twilight said back as she began to wash her hooves. She levitated a wet washcloth over to Spike to wash his face. He snatched it from the air.
"I can wash myself just fine, thank you." He spat, "I'm not a baby!"
Twilight left him to clean himself up, feeling suddenly heartbroken. She looked around the suddenly large-feeling library. She felt a sense of empty-nest syndrome. Sure Spike still lived there. But in a way, a big way, her little Spike was gone forever. She went back to check on Applejack, who had collected herself. She was just on her way out.
"Oh, hay Twilight. Um, I real sorry 'bout all this." she said, bowing her head in shame. "But anyway, um, thanks fer yer help." Spike came out from behind Twilight to see Applejack off. "Hay Spike. Um, thanks fer... well, you know... last night." she blushed, "You sure know how ta show a gal a great time." she leaned in to give him a kiss on his cheek. At the last second he turned and kissed her on the lips, holding her there a moment longer than she intended. Twilight just glared jealously. "Um, I ought ta get going. The rest a the Apple family's probably wonderin' where I ran off to." She said as she headed out, closing the door behind her.
Spike looked back at Twilight, "I know how to show a gal a great time!" he said, with a proud smirk. Twilight narrowed her eyes at him. "Um, anyway," he started again, trying to restore some sense of normality, "did you want me to clean... the mess?" he asked.
Twilight consciously relaxed herself. "Uh, no. No, I can take care of that little... problem." she said waving him off, "You've been through enough already. Why don't you go ahead and take today off." She offered, trying to restore the peace as well.
"Oh, okay." Spike said. "Well I guess I'll take a little walk to try to... clear my head about things."
Twilight nodded, "That sounds like a very wise idea." Spike grabbed his birthday fedora and headed out. Once he was gone, Twilight headed back up to her study. Applejack's juices were still wet on the floor. Twilight knelt down, breathing in the yet-fresh aroma.
"It should have been me." she thought to herself. She stuck out her tongue, lapping at the puddle. "I was supposed to be his first." She rubbed her face in it, still slightly warm. She brought a hoof to her own folds, clopping herself quietly as she lay in the mess. The image of Spike embedded in Applejack was still vividly etched in her mind. Her hoof's pace quickened. "It should have been me. But I was too scared to make the first move. I didn't treat him like the mature adult he is. And now I've pushed him further away." Her hoof became a blur as she wallowed in the wetness of a mare she was terribly jealous of in that moment. "It should have been MEEEeeeeee!" Twilight moaned aloud, as her quick orgasm left her feeling disappointed. She recovered a few minutes later and set to work cleaning the mess. A single tear joined the wetness on the floor. ________________________________________________________
Spike headed into town. He figured he would visit Sweetie Belle since she was the closest Cutie Mark Crusader to Twilight's home. Also since visiting Apple Bloom would be a little awkward if he ran to her older sister after... well, all that. The Carousel Boutique was only a couple blocks away. He made a beeline there. After all, time with Sweetie Belle was time with Rarity.
Although he had already gotten much further with Applejack, he still had strong romantic feelings for the fashionista. He pushed the door to the boutique open, ringing the chime.
"I'll be with you in just a miiiiinute!" Rarity's voice called from her workshop. A few moments later, she trotted out levitating her latest creation, bringing it to an empty ponikin in front of her. "Welcome to the Carousel Boutique! Where every dress is chic, unique, and magni- oh, hello Spike. What brings you here?" she said, finally seeing him.
"Hey Rarity, is Sweetie Belle around?" Spike asked.
"No dear, she's in school."
"On a Sunday?"
"It's Monday, dear. Yesterday was Sunday."
"Oh, yeah. I guess time flies when your having fun, huh?"
"Yes, that is the expression." Rarity grunted a bit while she arranged the... arrangement... onto the display.
"Are you alright?" Spike asked.
"Hmm? Oh, yes dear, it's just that I've been working on the ensemble for the past several days. All those hours hunched over a sewing machine has just put this simply awful crick in my back. I will be heading over to the spa for my weekly massage this evening once I close up shop."
"Oh, well I could try giving you a back massage..." Spike smiled, "I've been told I'm quite good with these." he said, holding up his hands to her, wiggling his fingers. Rarity considered the offer. It was still only mid morning. She could use a little pick-me-up to get her through the rest of the day.
"Hmm, but I've already made the appointment..." Rarity whined, trying to reason.
"Who says you have to cancel?" Spike countered, "Besides, you seem like you deserve a little TLC." he grinned.
Rarity thought more on it. It was a free massage. And even if he was terrible at it, anything would make her feel better at this moment. But if he could use those fingers of his... she shivered a little at the thought. Still, Spike's feelings for her were no secret. It would be him putting his hands on her body in a familiar fashion. Oh, come on Rarity, her inner monologue coached her, LIVE a little. Let him enjoy you for a little while if it means a free massage.
"Hmm, alright Spike. Come and give it a try then." she said as she laid prone on her sofa, her hind legs straight behind her. She made sure to position her tail as so to conceal her modesty. She laid her head upon her crossed hooves, looking to Spike. "Well? One mustn't keep a lady waiting Spike."
It took all of Spike's willpower not to leap, fist-pumping into the ceiling. "Of course not, milady." he said in his best regal accent he could manage. He climbed atop her, straddling her hind legs. He leaned over her outstretched form, pushing his hands into her upper back. He applied the techniques he had leaned from the night prior. He moved slowly, kneading the muscles, rolling his fingers, oscillating in small circles. He started high on her back, working his way up to her sore neck and shoulders. She was like putty in his rapidly-becoming-experienced hands.
Rarity for her part was absolutely in heaven. After that back-scratch display with Applejack yesterday, she expected amateur work at best, not this! Spike continued to slowly work from her neck and shoulders down to her back and shoulder blades. He moved one of his legs to in between hers, accidentally pulling on her tail.
"Ow!" she squeaked.
"Oops." he lifted his leg slightly as she swished her tail out from under it. The motion afforded him a rare glimpse of her coveted sex. It wasn't his plan for that to happen, but took a mental snapshot at the opportunity just the same.
Having her tail pulled like that didn't hurt her her so much as it surprised her at the sudden shock. Truth be told she rather enjoyed having her tail pulled. It turned her on in such ways... No, no, this was Spike after all. She mustn't let herself succumb to such feelings. He resumed her back rub, moving down her ribs to the small of her back, working on her tired lumbar. She swooned under his ministrations. He really was amazing at this.
It seemed he was wrapping up, abandoning her back. She was about to protest that he continue. That is, until she felt those marvelous hands working on her thighs. This she hadn't expected. "Spike...?"
"Are your legs not also tired?" he asked. She did not disagree. He continued to work, rolling her taught leg muscles in his hands, rubbing and kneading them, stretching them to relax. He worked his way, ever so slowly, northward to her immaculate buns. He reached the threshold of what could be excused for thigh, running his thumb along the cleft of her beautiful, heart-shaped ass.
"Spike...?" She asked with a sort of worried moan.
"Do you want me to... stop?" he whispered in a markedly deeper voice than normal. Rarity bit her lower lip, feeling terribly dirty for this, but said nothing as she just barely shook her head 'no'.
Spike was feeling incredibly bold moving forward. He slid his hands up until they were firmly clenching the stunning behind of the mare he had lusted after ever since the day he met her. His greedy hands squeezed her ass cheeks like his life depended on it. Who knows when he might ever get this chance again? He mashed he voluptuous cheeks together and spread them apart.
He sneakily moved a hand between her slightly parted legs, snaking its way up her inner thigh. He was far beyond the bounds of any excusable massage now. He decided to go for broke. He dared to inch ever closer to her marehood. He slid his outstretched fingers up under her tail.
"Spike" Rarity barely whispered.
"Hmm?" he paused his advance as he responded with a slight, upward inflection. It was all he needed to ask, 'stop?' Rarity barely glanced over her shoulder, just barely looking at him over the corner of her eye. She chewed on her lip again, before her horn glowed to life, locking the front door and pulling the blinds. It was all the indication he needed, his intruding hand pressing forward. It became a bit tangled in her styled tail, threatening to mat it against her yet unseen wetness.
"Oh, Spike, now please don't make a mess of my tail." she begged. Embarking into strange new relationship territory or not, one must maintain her hygiene, she insisted. Spike obliged, taking her tail in a firm grip in his free hand, lifting it up and away, giving it a sharp tug. "Ooh, gently please!" she moaned. He pulled on her tail again, lightly this time. "Mmm." she cooed.
Her tail firmly secured in his right hand, his left now had unobstructed access to her sumptuous plot. He held his hand just a hair's breadth away, feeling the heat of it positively radiating off of her. The pulled shades left little light. But what dim light there was, reflected off of her glistening folds, belying her aroused wetness. He simply moved his hand forwards a millimeter, laying his palm upon her scorching mound.
She tensed up under him at the simple contact. "Mmmhf" she moaned, still biting her lip. Her hooves grabbed fruitlessly at the drapery of the couch. He moved his hand softly up and down her mound, savoring the feeling of her sexual heat on his palm. He could feel his own arousal beginning to build. He wouldn't risk allowing it to show before. But now... well it was beginning to look like anything goes.
He applied a gentle, yet constant tension on her violet tail. It seemed to multiply the effects he was having on her. He continued to rub his palm along her mound. He used what he learned and began to press in with his middle finger, parting her lips. Rarity gasped! Spike accelerated his movement, slipping his finger to the bottom of her slit, seeking out her little love button. He deliberately avoided touching her clit though. Rarity feared he did not know where it was. But Spike knew better. He teased all around it, above, below, her lips to either side. He worked slowly. Methodically. He was going to take his time and really enjoy this.
Rarity was helpless to his touch. She had never know such patience and dedication to foreplay in any stallion. It was usually just a cursory licking before getting right down to business. That was why Rarity had gone back to mares. They knew how to treat a lady right. Her thoughts were evaporated at Spike began to probe at her velvety entrance. Sliding a finger in for a few thrusts before sliding back down the length of her slit. He repeated the process a few more times building the tension in her tummy. She felt like it would never arrive. She was about to give instruction, "Spiiike, please! It's-"
His fingers instantly flew to the bottom of her slit and finally pressed onto her desperate clit, flicking it, and squeezing it gently in his fingers. The effect was immediate. Rarity's hips bucked against his grinding hand, her pussy flowing heavily into his hand, soaking it in her fragrance. He slathered her wetness all over her mound. Her scent was almost a sweet vanilla with a hint of... grape? He licked his hand as she continued to twitch on the couch in her afterglow. "Oh, oh Spike. Oh that... that was... just wonderf-"
Her sentence was cut short as she felt Spike grab a hold of her hips, pulling himself into her, She felt something penetrate her! Spike had unsheathed his now-no-longer-virgin dragon dicks from his parted scales. She was in shock at first. She was about to protest. But she was rendered silent but the wonderful feeling of it. Rarity felt one sink home into her wanton pussy, as the other slid down her slit, rubbing along her sensitive clit. Sure, he was not as large as your average stallion, but the dual sensations she was feeling more than made up for it!
Spike started humping away while he held onto her soft bottom. He loved so much the feeling of just groping her marshmallowy butt, squeezing the life out of it, grabbing big handfuls and running his hand over it! All the while he kept thrusting into her. One of his dicks getting all the pleasure in her hot, wet pussy, the other giving all the pleasure on her love nub.
"Gnn! Hnn! MmmMMmmm!" Rarity moaned into her couch pillow, as her second, smaller orgasm washed over her. It was more of an aftershock, piggybacking off the first. Yet, her pussy still clenched down on his dick, making it difficult for him to withhold his own for very long. He pulled out for a moment. Rarity suddenly felt a great feeling of lose and emptiness without it. But it was not for long. He held his first dick, and switched his other into her pussy now, effectively doubling his duration time.
Not wanting for her to miss out on any pleasure, he reached around, and under, to play with her pussy with his free hand. Having been rubbing along her slit, the second half was even briefer. He could feel himself getting close. He had a plan in mind but was still hesitant. He could hardly think clearly a midst all the sensations. But everything in his lustful mind kept yelling, "do it. Do It! DO IT!"
He took his free dick and aligned it with her puckered plot hole. Rarity felt the tip of it at her back door. But she was too far gone on her plateau of multiple orgasms to say anything intelligible. She just bit her pillow and held-the-buck on! He was still slick from her juices of earlier intercourse, making penetration smooth and mostly painless. He still tried his best to be slow an gentle about it. She gave a slight whimper at the sting at first, but in no time he was all the way in. He waited a moment for her to adjust to the new intrusion. She gave a slight nod, indicating her readiness to proceed.
She was absolutely on another world. Being double penetrated like this would have been impossible with anypony else. It was truly a unique experience feeling his dual penises sliding in and out of her in unison. Her thin wall between them was doubly stimulated from him in ways she could not find words for. For Spike, the feeling was mind blowing. The feeling of both his members to be simultaneously pleasured in such luxurious tunnels, with the mare of his dreams no less. He knew he wouldn't have long. He kept pleasuring her pussy with one free hand, and groping her ass cheek with the other.
Everything about this made Rarity feel so dirty.
Normally she hated dirty.
But sometimes, once in a great while, she secretly desired to be a dirty mare.
A dirty, naughty mare.
She was a naughty mare.
And she knew what she deserved for being such a naughty mare!
"Spank me!" Rarity suddenly cried out, causing Spike to lose pace for a moment.
"W- What?" Spike tried to ask, confused.
"Spank me! I'm a naughty mare! Spank me!" Rarity demanded. Spike didn't truly understand, but if that's what she wanted... He released her soft ass cheek grip his grip and swatted it with modest force.
"Harder! I'm a bad pony!" She cried, a mare possessed. He slapped again, with decent force, still not wanting to truly hurt the pony he loved.
"HARDER!" Okay. This time he really wound up, and slapped her ass just as hard as he could, leaving a red imprint of his palm on her snow white bottom.
"YESssss!" she hissed, enjoying the sting. A duet of pleasure and pain. Music to her loins! "Again! More!"
He kept spanking her. Soon her got into a rhythm with his fucking. That seemed to please her. The absurdity of it also helped to delay his own climax. But it would not be denied forever. Rarity seemed to sense this, her magic became alight as she desperately snatched the ruler from her craft table.
"Use this! Finish me!" He needed no further instruction. He timed his last four thrusts, each with a strong slap of the ruler. "*smack* OH! *smack* YES! *smack* OH! *smack* FUUUUUUUuuuuuck!"
Rarity cried out obscenities in her final throws of climactic ecstasy. Spike discarded the ruler on his final slam, grabbing a hold of her reddened ass and slamming into her as hard as he could, bursting his hot load simultaneously deep into her ass and pussy. The feeling of him cumming and swelling inside her fueled her orgasmic fire, sending her to new heights.
Spike suddenly felt certain that he had never woken that morning. He must have been rode to death by Applejack, and he was now dead. And this was his heaven.
He just collapsed onto her back, still lodged inside her, at a loss for energy. She whispered beneath him, still panting herself, "Oh my goodness Spike. I didn't know you could- That was the most amazing- That was incredible!" Spike just laid on top of her, enjoying her warmth, both from her flanks, but also, upon his still buried bones.
"I love you." he said. She heard him. It was a simple statement. Said very simply. Very truly. She answered in kind.
"I know." she said, with a long pause. She changed conversation gears before anything else could be said on the matter, "But unfortunately, I must insist that we wash up this instant. We mustn't wallow in our... mess." She said, her lady tone firmly back in place. Spike was barely listening. Rarity rose to her feet, carrying him with her. She acceded her staircase to her bathroom. "Why don't you... join me?" She said over her shoulder. "You could help me wash up with those wonderful hand of yours." That got his attention. She could feel him twitch excitedly inside her.
"Oh, you bet!" he said, suddenly filled with a second wind of energy. She entered the bathroom and turned her rump to the tub.
"Why don't you have a seat?" She asked. He was reluctant to leave the confines of her depths, but ultimately slid backwards off of her, and onto the rim of the tub. She turned around and lifted his anal dick up and away with her magic, wanting nothing to do with it. The other, however, she gave a long lick and a kiss. "Hmm, I taste delightful as ever. And you! So tangy and... I can't even compare it. Almost a sort of... savory-lime?"
"Well I have been on a bit of an emerald kick lately." He added as she continued to playfully fellate him clean.
Before things got out of hoof again, she released him and drew a bath. She stepped into the sudsy tub once it was full. Her sweaty tail was still plastered up onto her back where he laid on it. Spike watched her exposed marehood flex and move with her step. His seed dripped from her folds. Her usually immaculate behind was tapestry of pink hand prints.
She slipped beneath the water's surface, soaking her hair. She reemerged somehow even more beautiful, with her wet hair shimmering in the room's light, her coat sparkling with water. Spike just sat in the shallow end of the tub watching. She backed up and squatted into his lap, grinding her mare bits into his crotch to get him out of his daze. She was disappointed that his parts had retreated into his scales once they had finished... co-mingling. It was just as well though...
"Spike, are you going to help bathe me, or just sit there slack jawed? It's not polite to stare after all." she said playfully, batting her eyelashes. Spike came to his senses and grabbed some shampoo and began to wash her hair. She just relaxed and enjoyed the pampering, not having to use her magic to bathe today.
"Oh Spike, I could get used to this." she cooed as he ran his fingers through her hair, scrubbing her scalp.
"Me too!" he said right back, each of them smiling.
After several minutes, Rarity said, "You know, I would love to keep you all to myself. But I bet that Aloe and Lotus would love to have a pair of hand like your on their staff." she said. Spike stopped what he was doing.
"Whoa. Wait a minute. My hands aren't going near anypony's staff. Spike don't swing that way." he said sternly.
"Don't swing that- oh, OH ho, ho!" She laughed realizing what he meant. "No darling, I mean their working staff at the spa. I just know that every mare in Equestria would love a massage from those talented hand of yours!"
"Really? You think so?" He said, pondering a career of his own that wasn't somepony's assistant.
"I know so!" She said confidently. "I still have that appointment this afternoon. Why don't you come with me and you can apply for the job while your there?" Spike nodded, getting more and more excited at the prospect. Rarity wiggled her hiney at him. "Now, get back to what you were doing." Spike resumed scrubbing her. "Oh and Spike?" he paused, "Don't forget to wash my dirty bits." she said with a sultry tone. "After all... I've been a very dirty mare today..." . . . Stay tuned for the continuation!
Rarity took extra time to enjoy her bath. Far longer than was required to clean herself of her and his mess. Spikes hands washed her every surface with patience, tenderness, and attentiveness that even she rarely afforded herself. Certainly her marshmallow hooves were becoming quite soggy, but she didn't care. It was worth it to spend more time in this heaven on earth.
He washed her fur with the delicacy as though he were shining the royal crown. Her hair, as though it were a fragile lace dress. Every motion was with a tender caring. But all good things must come to an end. Rarity pulled the plug to the drain, letting the water out. Spike rinsed off any remaining suds from her coat and legs. He moved around her as he worked, sneaking a quick lick at her marehood as he passed.
Rarity nearly shrieked, and was about to scold him. But she decided that he had certainly earned a bit of fun after... well everything. "Spike, now really. You don't want to go and get me all messy again." He frowned. "... yet." she said with a wink. His frown flipped back into his exuberant smile. It just seemed to yell out that he would walk across hot coals for her at the very prospect of getting her 'messy' again. 'Although, for a dragon that dives into lava, that isn't really an obstacle is it?' she thought.
Rarity began drying her mane and putting it up into a towel bun. Spike dried her tail, making sure to lift it just a bit higher than was required for the task. Rarity didn't fail to notice. But it meant getting dried in half the time. Which was important since her shop had been closed for far longer than any lunch break she had ever taken before. He finished and continued to help her dry off the rest of her body, taking time to make extra sure her nethers were extra dry.
"Now Spike, I am certainly sure that I am quite dry enough there. Any more of your... attentions... will only serve to undo your work." she giggled. Spike relented, fetching her brush for her. She quickly styled her mane just as she had for years with a practiced motion. In just a few moments she was back to her radiant self.
"Now then, if you are in need of something to do, you could certainly help me get caught up on the time that I have... spent otherwise engaged today." she said with a smile. Spike readily obliged. Not because he felt like he needed to, or that he felt obligated. But because he genuinely wanted to.
Sweetie Belle came home from school that afternoon. Seeing Spike there was nothing unusual. He was there on several occasions helping her big sister. Rarity always appreciated the boon of having the extra help while she worked anyways. A few more hours and customers later, it was five o'clock. Closing time. Rarity closed the blinds of the windows and turned off the lights as she locked up, putting up the 'closed' sign. She stepped outside with Spike and they began walking to the spa.
"Spike I really must thank you again for that... massage. It really helped me get through the day. And for your help too. I don't know what I would have done with those extra orders today without you."
"Hey, no problem. I'd work every day here if I could." he said honestly.
"I know that. And I'd love to hire you on as an official employee, but I haven't the budget for it." she said with a frown. It was true. While her business was profitable enough to live comfortably, it wouldn't remain so with an employee on the payroll. In fact Rarity had been looking to branch out into other means of income. But no such luck as of yet.
"But just the same," she continued, "it seems only fair that you be compensated for your talents and labors. That is why I want to recommend you to Lotus and Aloe at the spa. A lot of ponies would pay a fine sum of bits for a massage of your caliber." she smiled. They neared the spa. Spike was a little nervous. He had never been to a job interview before. He had been to the spa before. He had met the spa twins. But he didn't know them in the way that Rarity seemed to. Still, Rarity seemed confident that he would succeed. _____________________________________________________
"Ah, Miss Rarity! You are here for your six o'clock usual yes?" the pink-furred Aloe greeted her at the reception desk. "You are early, no? Can not wait for out hooves upon your body? he he!" she said with a playful smile, tossing her blue mane before noticing Rarity's dragon companion.
"Ah, oh course Mister Spike. You have come back for another visit? We are full today, but I could make you an appointment for later next week?" she offered.
Rarity interjected, "Actually, Spike here was interested in a position working here. I was generous enough to offer my appointment slot for his interview if that is alright."
She looked at the little dragon skeptically for a moment. "Well... we could use another on our team. It would open up more appointment slots and..." she trailed off. "What experience do you have in pleasuring ponies?" Rarity cut him a sharp glance. He understood the 'censor-your-answer' look.
"I've been told that I am very talented..." he held up his hands "with these."
Rarity moved along side Aloe. "Think of it Aloe, those fingers all working at the same time in a massage! It's like getting eight massages at once! Your customers will triple their appointments!" she turned and looked her in the eyes. "Trust me. I know." she winked.
"Well Miss Rarity, for you I will make this extra consideration base on your recommendation." she said trying to play coy. Rarity could clearly see the intrigue in her eyes at the very idea of a massage from those magic fingers. "Of course I will have to require you to perform an 'interview' for the position, for the sake of fairness." she said with an air of anticipation.
The door behind her opened as her sister Lotus trotted out escorting another client to the exit. The grey Pegasus had trouble navigating in the close quarters due to her slight visual impairment. Once she was outside, her escort turned to the group. Her blue fur and pink mane was the perfect complement to her twin sister.
"Lotus," Aloe called to her, "Miss Rarity is here for her six o'clock usual."
"Ah, Miss Rarity, always a pleasure." Lotus greeted the unicorn.
"Sister, Miss Rarity has brought with her, Mister Spike. He is interested in a position as a masseur here."
Spike looked at Rarity with a raised eyebrow. She whispered to him, "Someone who massages."
Aloe continued, "Miss Rarity has offered her appointment time for his 'interview'." she said.
"Well then," Lotus chimed, "Let us begin!" _________________________________________________
The four of them entered one of the massage rooms with a pair of tables. Rarity laid on her belly on the far one. Lotus laid on the closer one. Aloe stood between them and motioned for Spike to join her.
Aloe began to instruct, "Mister Spike you must-"
"Just 'Spike' is fine, please. 'Mister Spike' is my dad's name." Spike interrupted.
"Very well," Aloe responded, "Now... Spike, you must demonstrate your talents as a masseur, if you are to be in our employ. I will attend to Miss Rarity's appointment. You will be... 'interviewed', by my sister Lotus." Aloe motioned to her blue sister on the laying table. Lotus looked at him from under her pink mane and gave him a little wave with her hoof. "You may begin as soon as you are ready." Aloe finished before turning to attend to Rarity.
Spike moved to Lotus's side. She followed him with her eyes. He smiled at her. She smiled back.
"Hey." he said, trying to break the awkwardness of it. It didn't help. "So I just..." he trailed off, holding his palms out toward her. She nodded.
"You must not feel so shy, Spike" Lotus offered. Her voice was a bit less commanding than her sisters. It helped Spike relax a bit. "Remember that every pony that comes in to our spa seeks a tender touch." She said softly. "As a masseur, you may treat somepony you know. But most are complete strangers, and all you must be able to touch in a familiar way without fear or shame. Just remember that it is your job to bring ponies pleasure." she said motioning to her back. "Now please, show me how you can pleasure a pony."
"Right." Spike said, as he put his hands on her back. He began to massage as he had before, in practiced circles, making good use of his unique fingers. He started with her neck and shoulders before spreading out into her back and shoulder blades. It was clear that he was having an effect on her. As an earth pony she had a sturdy frame and strong muscles. Muscles that were toned and shaped from the regular manual work of a masseuse. But in his experienced hands her taught muscles melted into putty.
Lotus moaned beneath him. "Oh, Aloe! Oh, you must try this, it is simply luxurious!" Aloe turned at the call of her name, and smiled at seeing Spike doing a good job at his 'interview' with Lotus. Spike continued to focus on his work. He made sure to do a complete job of her whole back, making sure to move each of his fingers independently. They would be his big selling point. He made sure to really show them off.
By the time he reached her lower back she was in complete bliss. Even Spike was impressed with himself that he could have such an effect on a pony whose specialty was spa treatments and massages herself. Just as he finished at the top of her hips he removed his hands and clasped them, rubbing them together.
"So... how'd I do? Did I get the job?" he asked.
"Hmm, almost." Lotus answered. Spike began to worry fearing that he had failed somehow.
"Almost? What did I do wrong? Did I forget something? Did I-" Spike was stopped as Lotus put up a hoof.
"I mean, the 'interview' is almost finished." she said. "Spike, you understand that a business must keep secrets to remain competitive yes? Like the Apple's secret family Cider recipe?" Spike nodded. "Well we too have our little secrets. If you are to work for us, you must swear to keep them a secret." Lotus whispered.
"I swear." Spike said with seriousness.
Lotus waved for him to lean in closer. "Sometimes a pony will come in to request 'the Usual'. This is our special word for... a little something extra." She said with a wink. Spike stared blankly. "A little... 'happy ending'?" she said, motioning with her eyes to her twitching tail. Spike still didn't seem to grasp the concept. She whispered even more quietly into his ear, just at the edge of his hearing, "A... sexual massage."
Okay, that registered. Spike took a small step back. "You want me to..." he made an 'implying' motion with his arms, "with ponies?"
"Yes Spike. That is a service that we offer here. Obviously we can not advertise it. So only regular customers who we trust, recommend it to their friends." Lotus explained. "Are you willing to do this thing? I assure you that the 'usual' pays very well."
"Okay." Spike answered curtly, "I understand. Uh, yeah I can do that..." Spike trailed off. "But, the 'usual'? Isn't that what Rarity ordered?"
"Indeed." Lotus answered, motioning behind him. He turned and looked. Aloe was in mid stroke as she gently rubbed Rarity's genitals. Rarity for her part was in another world. She gently bit her lip as her eyes rolled beneath her half-closed lids. Aloe momentarily swapped out her hoof for her muzzle, leaning in for a vigorous licking at Rarity's moist folds, eliciting a now noticeable moan.
"Could you perform in such a way for a pony?" Lotus asked him, breaking his trance at the sapphic display before him.
"Like... like...?" Spike stuttered.
"Some ponies prefer manual or oral stimulation. Others may desire toys. Would you be willing to do this thing?"
"Uh... yeah. Yeah, I can." Spike answered a bit more assuredly.
"Splendid." Lotus said, "Show me!"
Spike turned back to Lotus now. She wiggled her rump at him. "Now?" he asked. She nodded quickly, motioning for him to start. She raised her tail high and up away, leaving no doubt.
Spike moved behind her and put his hand out, laying his palm onto her pussy. As he had before, he started slow, running his hand along her slit. He focused this time, on the differences between his hand and a ponies hoof for this task. he parted her lips with two fingers while running his middle finger side to side over her exposed wetness. He ran his fingers all over her moist folds, down to her clit, rubbing his fingers to either side of it, trapping it between. Lotus was absolutely floored. The new sensations of his small dexterous fingers doing so many things to her. She moaned into the table.
"Oh, Spike, yes. Use your tongue now!" she ordered. This was somewhat new territory for him still. He started near the middle and stuck out his long forked tongue, sliding it along her folds. It was lighter than the broad, wide strokes of a pony's flat tongue. The forked tip tickled her in such wonderful ways. He lapped at her clit a bit, sending shivers throughout her body. "Mmm, push your tongue in." she moaned as she continued to writhe on her belly.
He slid his tongue back up to the top of her slit, pushing his long tongue into her cunny hole. He drove her wild as he flicked his prehensile tongue all around inside her. As he licked in her, he stretched her open a bit with two of his fingers. He started thrusting with his hand, driving his fingers into her. He moved his tongue back to her swollen clit as he added a third finger with little difficulty.
"Mmm Spike! Your fingers feel magnificent! Use more please!" Lotus begged.
Lotus's pussy began to stretch around his thumb as he pressed it into her, followed shortly by the rest of his wrist. Her juices ran readily now as he continued to thrust with his hand, steadily getting more of his forearm inside her. She was speechless on the table, just enjoying the ride as he was soon jack-hammering into her up to his elbow. He felt her tense up. "Mmn, GNn, NNRRrrrr!" Lotus grunted in a very un-ladylike way as her orgasm overtook her, soaking the rest of Spike's arm. Spike waited a moment to recover when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
He turned to see Aloe standing behind him. "Miss Rarity has insisted that I also 'interview' you while she watches." Spike looked past her to see Rarity laying on the table, a bit flushed herself, smiling at him with a little wave.
Lotus clenched down on his arm again, he looked back at her, still up to his elbow inside her. "Um, I uh, can't reach both of you on the tables like this." Spike said.
"Oh, just lie on the floor dear." Rarity suggested, "They can come down there to meet you." she smiled.
"Oh, okay." Spike agreed. Lotus slid sideways off the side of the table, refusing to release his arm. She followed him down to the floor as he laid on his back. She squatting over him with his fist going up into her. On his other side, Aloe turned and presented herself to him, squatting to bring her pussy down to him as well, opposite her sister. He got the message. He reached up, sliding his fingers into her. She was already sopping wet from whatever she was doing with Rarity moments earlier. It was not long before he was able to get up to his forearm into her as well.
Lotus was already humping down on his left arm, pinning his elbow to the floor as she rode it. Soon, as if by some telepathic message, Aloe began to do the same. Spike just laid there, his arms out to his sides, pinned to the floor with his forearms deep inside twin ponies. They humped up and down on him like pistons in opposite rhythm. As one slid up, the other rode down. Their tails sought out, and began to wrap around each other's tail.
Their pace quickened. Spike could feel their pussies begin to tighten as his fists slid in and out of their velvet tunnels. Their tails pulled harder on each other. Spike opened his eyes to see Rarity standing over him. She was upside down to him, but he could see the ravenous look in her eyes. She stepped over him, and the tails of the bucking sisters, and squatted over him, bringing her pussy to his face.
He wasted no time. He leaned forward, rapidly licking at her pussy. His tongue alternated between penetrating the depths of her love tunnel and lapping at her clit. He was literally being ridden by three ponies. Not the least of which the pony of his dreams with her pussy in his face. He made a mental note to turn off his swagger when leaving the house. Rarity humped back at him more rapidly, almost in a convulsion, he knew what was cumming next! He opened his mouth wide.
Aloe cried out, "Sister!"
Lotus answered, "Yes!"
"SPIKE!" Rarity cried!
All three mares erupted on him. Each of the spa twins soaking his arms and squeezing them for all they were worth. Rarity burst her deliciousness into Spike's waiting mouth as he tried to swallow as much as he could. The rest running down his cheeks as she mashed into him in her ecstasy. The twins released each others tails. Rarity leaned down, surprising Spike, as she began to play with his now-exposed penises.
Rarity sucked at each of them for a moment, "Girls, you simply must try this. It's wonderful." she said as she backed away, winking back at Spike. Each of the twins turned their bodies to his crotch, his arms following, still inside them. Rarity sat more upright, practically sitting on his face, as he resumed eating out her marshmallowy pussy. The twins each took one of his dicks into their mouths and began bobbing up and down on them.
The feeling of two ponies sucking on his cocks at the same time, and the feeling of their warm mouths, effectively halved his duration stamina. In an effort to slow their efforts, he decided to fight back by aggressively fisting both of them with the last of his strength. They responded back by moaning onto his dicks. The vibration only speeding the process. Then they began swirling their tongues in unison. He mimicked their style with his own tongue inside Rarity's pussy. It was a tongue tornado!
Spike rolled his fists around inside each of the mares, trying one last time to slow them or break their focus. They just moaned louder onto him. He could feel his pressure rising. He tried to warn them, "I'm gonna cum!" but it was a more of a "AHM MUMMA MUM!" as his face was muffled int Rarity's pussy.
The sudden vibration of his shout sent Rarity over the top once more, gushing onto him. He was not far behind as be burst into each of the Twin's mouths, surprising them at first, but recovered quickly as they each swallowed his load, before falling backwards onto his arms, tensed from him climax and shaking inside them. That set them each off a final time as they hilted to his elbows, spraying onto the floor, moaning out load.
The sound of the four of them climaxing together was a symphony that none of them would ever forget.
Rarity had fallen forward, away from Spikes face, her own face laying on his quickly receding dicks. Each of the spa twins fell away to either side, sliding off his arms with an audible pop. The four of them just laid there panting for a few moments. Rarity was the first to recover, rising to her hooves, then the twins. Rarity levitated Spike as she followed the twins to the shower room.
The group made short work of cleaning themselves. The twins had a business to run, and Rarity's appointed time was up anyway. They quickly dried and made their way back to the main waiting room.
They heard a shout from out front. "THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE DEMANDS SERVICE!"
"The Great and Powerful Trixie demands service!" Trixie called from the front desk. Aloe walked out to greet her. Rarity gave Spike a peck on the cheek, "Good luck. And don't worry, I'll tell Twilight you'll be home late so she doesn't worry." she gave him another kiss before Lotus escorted Rarity to the exit.
Lotus returned to Spike, still in the employee area awaiting instruction. "Spike, it looks like your first paying customer is here!" Spike looked past her shoulder to the powder blue mare in the lobby. She was removing her hat and cape, neatly folding them and placing them in the guest locker.
"Trixie? But she's terrible! She's sooo annoying!" Spike complained.
Lotus frowned at him. "While that may be... true, she is still a paying customer. And we are paid to provide a service to our customers. Our personal feelings about them non-withstanding." She looked back at Trixie as she laid a bag of bits on the counter for Aloe. "And Miss Trixie pays very well. So we afford her certain... liberties."
Spike looked at her, confused. "Liberties?"
She looked back to Spike, "Miss Trixie likes to have a bit of... fun, at our expense with her magic while we service her." Spike looked worried. "You do not need to be afraid. She never hurts anypony, and she never does anything permanent. She usually just turns our fur purple, for role playing I think." She looked at Spike up and down for a moment. "Although I am curious as to what she will do with you, since you are already purple." She smirked, almost knowingly. "Come, let us get you acquainted." she said, as she helped him put on an white employee collar and headband.
Lotus walked with Spike out to the waiting room. "Miss Trixie! What a pleasure to have you return to us!" Lotus greeted. Trixie put down the spa's copy of the Hoofington Post. "We have a very special treat for you today. This is Spike." She pushed him forward to greet his first client. Be bowed politely. "He is new to the spa, but not to the art of the massage!"
Trixie looked him over, a bit skeptical. "Very well. Trixie accepts this offering. But Trixie will want a refund if she is unsatisfied!"
"Of course, Miss Trixie. That has always been our policy." Lotus turned to Spike pointedly, while still speaking to Trixie "We satisfy our customers one hundred percent or your money back!" She turned back to Trixie, smiling, "So, what will it be for our Great and Powerful client?"
Trixie walked past them to the massage table room. "The Usual." She settled onto the table, getting comfortable.
Spike looked at Lotus and mouthed the words, 'the Usual?'
Lotus nodded, and nudged Spike after Trixie into the massage room, whispering, "One hundred percent satisfied." she smiled.
Spike thought to himself as he closed the door. "No wonder they call it the 'Usual'. It appeared that every mare seems to get it." He moved to the side of the table. The words 'one hundred percent satisfied' echoed in his head. "So," he began to ask her, "How may I..." he shuddered, "satisfy the Great and Powerful Trixie?"
She purred, "Hmm, you may being by continuing to refer to Trixie as such." she rolled her head slightly, "Also, you may relieve this tension in Trixie's neck. The crown of 'Greatest Equine That Has Ever Lived' weighs heavy on Trixie's head... even as a metaphorical one." she smiled.
Spike brought his hands to her neck, restraining the urge to choke her, and began to massage along her neckline. Indeed her neck was taught with knotted muscles. Spike had his work cut out for him as his hands worked into weeks of stress and tension. Spike thought to himself, 'Crown nothing. It must be hard enough for her neck to carry around that enormousness ego on her shoulders.'
He rolled his thumbs gently into her cramped neck muscles, slowly restoring circulation and relieving pain. "Hmm, Trixie enjoys this very much." she said after a few moments. He began to move on to her shoulders. "You are the assistant to Twilight Sparkle, are you not?" She asked him. He hated that. He hated how he was always 'Twilight's assistant', not only in title, but as identity to everypony else. He wanted to be his own dragon. This job could be his key to it.
"No. My name is Spike. I'm not anypony's assistant." Spike said, feeling a little rebellious, and a lot proud. He closed his fingers into fists, and rolled his knuckles along her shoulder line.
"Ah, I see." Trixie said, shifting a little. "But you are Trixie's assistant... for now." She said, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.
Spike continued to work on her back rub, rocking his body's weight into his ministrations. "Yes, it would certainly appear so." he deadpanned. Trixie noticed his apathy in his attitude, but did not mind. As long as he continued to work his magic into her back. It felt marvelous, those fingers of his! He moved to between her shoulder blades, working along her ridges to the bottom of them. He rubbed his palms into her back's ribs, loosening her tight poise. She stretched out onto the table.
"But you do know her, yes?" Trixie asked a few minutes later. Spike was confused for a minute, still focused on the task at hand. He felt like he was being made to resume a conversation he didn't know he was in.
"Know who?" He asked back, moving along the iliac crest of her hips to her lower back. Focusing now on her lumbar region.
Trixie's thoughts were momentarily derailed at the latest sensation. "Mmm, Twilight Sparkle."
'Of course. It's always about her.' he mentally grumbled. "Yeah. I know her." he replied.
"Tell me about her." Trixie said, rubbing her face into her pillow.
"About Twilight? What's to tell?" Spike asked, somewhat perplexed.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just talk to Trixie about Twilight Sparkle while you massage her." Trixie instructed. "She would find it very... satisfying." she added, putting emphasis on the last word.
one hundred percent satisfied
"Um, let's see..." Spike started. "She's a unicorn. She's purple. She's 26 years old. She's the librarian."
"No, no. Do not tell Trixie what Twilight is. Tell her about who she is. What is she like? What are her hopes and dreams? What does she look for in a... partner? Those sort of things." She advised.
Spike took a deep breath as he continued to rub Trixie's back. He tried to think about everything that made Twilight who she was. "She's... she's..." He found himself feeling slightly homesick all of a sudden... "She's an amazing pony. She so well organized, and smart. She's kind and forgiving and understanding. If you ever make a mistake or wrong her, she's always the first to forgive." he thought back to all the accidents he had caused from chance or clumsiness. "She secretly wishes she was more athletic like Applejack or Rainbow Dash. I catch her doing push-ups sometimes! She like bananas but she hates pears!" He chuckled.
"Pears? Really?" Trixie laughed with him.
"Yeah! She can't stand them!" he laughed louder. "She worries too much too." he said, more seriously. "Sometimes I worry about her..." he frowned a little. "She's always there for those she cares about... and she's a good friend." He paused, motionless, his hands on her back. She didn't mind.
"... It sounds like she's a wonderful pony." Trixie said softly.
"Yeah. Yeah she is." Spike agreed, introspectively. "I guess it just took me a while to realize it."
"Trixie thinks that makes two of us." she said. "Is she... does she have a special somepony?"
"No." he answered. "I don't think the thought of even looking for one had even occurred to her."
"Maybe she just hasn't met the right pony." Trixie offered, "Or she's saving herself for somepony... special?" Trixie said, running her hoof down her own neck.
"Yeah... maybe." Spike said, noncommittally. Trixie wiggled beneath his hands, reminding him to resume her massage. He continued around her hips and lower back.
"Mmm Spike, all this talk of Twilight has gotten Trixie... worked up." she said, her voice dropping into a sultry, lower octave, "Do see about relieving her... itch." She said with a wry smirk, flagging her tail. With her tail raised, the scent of her arousal was obvious to him. It was clear what was wanted of him at that point.
He patiently ran his hand over her snatch, much to her audible approval. He began by rubbing her mound softly. Then he started rubbing a finger into her slit. Taking his time with each step, building her arousal. She moaned into her pillow. It seemed the key to quieting the mare was by occupying her 'lips'.
Good job Spike. The wittiest thing you've ever come up with and nopony will ever hear it, he complained to himself.
He kept working her pussy with his fingers. He knelt down and began licking her folds as well, licking up and down. Her warm wetness tasted faintly of soap? Yes, most definitely soap. She would be so full of herself to spend extra time cleaning that he figured! He began working a couple fingers into her vagina as he continued licking around her clit. He spread her open a bit, licking inside her with his long tongue. She tasted more like... a summer's eve. Wow, she really IS thorough.
He began to slid another finger inside when Trixie realized the direction he was headed in. "Hmm, Spike, Trixie does not desire a hoofing... er, fisting, today. Please use number seven instead." she ordered. Spike was confused. "You really are new aren't you." She motioned to the bench for the steam area. "In the cabinet under the seat." She watched as he opened the small door labeled 'maintenance'. Inside was several shelves with a variety of 'toys'. Each was clearly labeled with a number.
Number seven was a rubber stallion phallus. There wasn't anything particularly special about it. It was neither the largest or smallest one in the cabinet. It had no unusual qualities about it at all. No extravagant ridges or stimulating bumps. Everything about it was completely average.
And purple.
Although, when held by Spike's relatively short stature, it resembled more a misshapen baseball bat as long as his arm. He gave it a playful swing as such. Trixie watched with a combination of amusement and anticipating desire, giggling slightly. She gained his attention once more and wiggled her hips at him.
Spike brought the dildo to her wet pussy and ran its tip along her slit, soaking it in her lubricant. Once it was sufficiently wet, he pressed into her, her tightness resisting the flared tip. With a little adjusting and twisting, he began to work it inside her pussy. He made small motions at first. Each time getting a little more of it inside her. Each time getting a little more of her slick juices on its length. For her part, Trixie absolutely loved it. She loved looking in the mirror and watch the purple length sink deeper into her wanton cunny. She would squint and imagine it was her crush mounting her. The idea and the feeling drove her wild. And it drove her to return here whenever she could afford it.
Soon it reached the bottom of her depths, with barely and inch left over. Spike began to work the toy in and out of her in long, broad strokes, nearly removing the entire length before plunging back in to the bottom. It was quite the workout for him, as though he were churning butter. Although he was certainly going to make this mare cream!
Trixie writhed under the thrusts. "Gnn, Nhh, Hnn! Mmm faster!" she begged. Spike increased his speed, surprised that she had lasted this long. She bucked back against his thrusts. He tried to use his free hand to play with her clit. Her eyes clenched, her eyebrows furrowed. "Nggg! I'm so close... but... but it's not working!" She whined, surprising Spike. "Wait, let me try something." He stopped plowing the toy into her as her horn began to glow. She lobbed the spell at him, before he had time to react.
Spike felt his body tingle. His blood rushed to his... oh. Oh my. Spike felt himself become immediately aroused. His genitalia protruded from his scales. Trixie looked at her handiwork, a bit disappointed. He saw her reaction as he slowly pulled the toy from her, waving it at her. "Yeah, it ain't this, but it's all I got." He said unashamed.
"No, Trixie did not mean to... just, wait a moment." her horn glowed again, hitting him with another spell. The flash caused him to close his eyes tightly. When he opened them he was... taller. He reached a hoof up to scratch his head-
"GAAAHHH! I have hooves! I'm... I'm a pony!!!" Spike freaked out.
Trixie tried to calm him, "You're a stallion. It's only temporary. You'll be back to your normal self in a little bit."
"But I thought you weren't any good at real magic!" Spike said abruptly.
"Trixie will pretend she did not hear that." she said, a bit miffed. "After seeing the fate of Nightmare Moon, Discord and Chrysalis, Trixie felt it was wise to NOT reveal the true extent of her power publicly." she said matter-of-factly. "Now there's just one last thing." She looked under him. "Well it seems the transformation was not entirely complete." Spike lowered his head between his arms- er forelegs now, following her gaze. Sure enough he still had two penises, but now they were each a stallion's. Small for stallion's, but still much larger than what he was normally packing. He could get used to this. He moved behind her to mount her.
"Um, Trixie is unsure if she wants this. Trixie has never tried... anal." she said as though the last word left a bad taste.
"Oh, I have. It's great!" Spike said. She looked at him with an arched eyebrow. "UH, I mean, I've given it. To a mare. She seemed to enjoy it immensely."
"Um.. are you sure? Trixie is still a little... scared. Those are not small." she almost whimpered.
"I'll be gentle." he said, though secretly he began to think he was going to enjoy giving it to the arrogant unicorn in her tight ass. She looked back at his menacing cocks pointed at her unsuspecting bottom. Finally she nodded and grabbed her pillow, holding on for the ride.
As with Rarity, he worked one into her pussy first, getting it good and wet, while letting the other slide outside of her, along her slit. His veiny ridges slid along her clit, stimulating her back to her former heights of arousal, assuaging her of her previous fears. "You are right, Trixie does enjoy this." she said, smiling.
"Oh, you just wait." Spike said, thrusting harder.
"Oh, that won't do..." Trixie said, her magic coming alight once more.
"What? What did I do wrong." he asked.
"Shhh..." was all she said before hitting him with another spell. Spike paused all motion. He looked at himself. Nothing was different. He was still a big, purple stallion... with two dicks.
"What did you change?" Spike gasped, covering his mouth with a hoof as he heard Twilight's voice. Twilight's voice from his mouth.
"Ahh, much better." Trixie said, satisfied with her work. "Now continue rutting Trixie, 'Twilight', and tell her how great Trixie is while you're at it!"
He narrowed his eyes at the back of her head. He continued thrusting, ensuring he was nice and lubricated. "Oh, Trixie! You're so great and powerful!" he said, still in Twilight's voice.
"Hmmm! She is!" she moaned.
"So talented and magical!" he continued, sliding his wet dick from her pussy, trying his best to align them both with their targets without the aide of his hands or being able to see what he was doing. "Er, Trixie, I need, um I mean, Twilight needs your help... getting into your great and powerful sexiness" he said with as much enthusiasm as he could. If the whole masseur thing fell through, he should become a professional actor, he thought.
"Hmm, the Great and Powerful Trixie will help poor Twilight make her magic wands... disappear." she said as she took hold of his members with her magic, which felt great by itself. He pushed forward with his hips as she guided him to her holes. His top one met with resistance at her tight plot hole. He pushed around at it until it was thoroughly slick with her juices on his dick. He applied more pressure as she slowly relaxed, allowing him entry. "Mm, gnn, gnn, gnmm." she whimpered into her pillow. It felt like he was splitting her in half! He was ripping her open! She wanted to scream. Then, with a pop, his flared head slipped inside her tight o-ring. He waited a moment for her to adjust to him in her.
His other cock was also already partly inside her pussy. The double tightness was amazing for him. Being inside Rarity was great, but his small pricks did not enjoy the snugness he felt now! This was just.. just the tops! He wanted so much to just start jack-hammering away, but he waited for her. Beneath him she nodded for him to proceed. He pushed forward, sliding another inch inside each of her orifices. She felt the stinging burn in her ass, but it was not as severe as before. She slipped a hoof between her hind legs and furiously began to clop herself, ravaging her clit. The pain melted away into a heightened pleasure.
Spike gradually, slowly, but surely pressed on. Trixie had never felt such fullness. Both her front and back doors stretched to their limits! Spike didn't halt his progress. He just kept pushing, slowly. Painfully slowly. Until finally he felt his legs against the back of hers and their hips met. "OOhhh!" Trixie moaned loudly into her pillow.
Spike took up his act once more, "Oh Trixie, you feel so hot and tight around me! You're so hot and sexy! Do my cocks feel good in you?"
"Mare-cocks." Trixie corrected through her haze of bliss.
"What?" Spike asked in a confused Twilight voice.
"You have magic mare-cocks that the Great and Powerful Trixie gave you, 'Twilight'." she said, her face still mostly buried in the pillow.
Spike rolled his eyes, "Oh Trixie! You're so great and powerful to have given me these magic mare-cocks to fuck you with!"
"With which to fuck me." Trixie corrected. Spike looked at her, puzzled. She turned and looked at him, "You can't end a sentence with the preposition, 'with'. It's 'with which to fuck you'. Gosh, Twilight I thought you were smart." She said smugly.
'For pony's sake, this mare would correct the grammatical errors on somepony's suicide letter.' he thought. "You know what, Trixie? Fuck you!" he said, the swear sounding strange in Twilight's feminine voice.
"Yes! Fuck me, Twilight! I've been bad!" Trixie growled.
Spike withdrew his hips from her, before sliding back in, ensuring she was well lubed. In no time, he was pounding away at her powder blue hips, his own slapping against hers, turning them bright red. He never would have taken Trixie for having a submissive streak. But then he never would have taken himself for having a dominating side. But hey, as Pinkie Pie always said, 'Shit happen when you party naked.'
He continued to rut her, driving his length into the unicorn. He pulled back, his shaft glistening with her wetness, then rammed forward again. The sounds of sex filled the room. Trixie was quickly losing herself in pleasure as she spread her legs further apart. Her breathing was becoming more shallow with each stroke of the rods inside her. She’d been awaiting this moment for so long, but she had never expected today's appointment would be this good. Her world slipped into ecstatic bliss.
“Ooh, oh, oooh...” Trixie cooed under Spike’s thrusts. His scrotum striking her clit with wet slaps. The smell of his sweat and her musk filled the air. The pleasure was mounting quickly in her. “Uh, Ah, AH, YEAH!” she cried as her body contorted in orgasm. Her belly shook, and she tossed her head from side to side as the intense sensations rolled over her. The feeling in her loins amplified as her tender ass and pussy bared down on his pounding cocks, gripping them. It was a test of Spike’s stamina as he resolved to thrust harder through her climax. But he couldn't take it any longer.
“Ungh! Uh, UH! Oooh Twilight!” Trixie whimpered, impaled on his cocks as he began sending burst after burst of hot semen into her belly. Deep inside her pussy, Spike’s cock was pressed against her cervix firing blasts of his seed into her womb. The pressure in her belly mounted as he pumped what felt like gallons of seed into her depths. With a one last thrust, he slammed into her. The unicorn gasped as semen flooded around his cock and came rushing out of her, splashing onto the floor. Each of them panting from exhaustion.
Then, unexpectedly, the spell broke, and Spike shrank back to his normal form, nearly falling off Trixie's back. He slid himself off her rump a bit more controlled, his once-again-small dicks slipping from her cum filled bottom. For his part, he didn't feel as tired as he expected. Perhaps it was part of the spell, he reasoned. He cleaned 'number seven' and put it away. By the time he'd finished cleaning the floor Trixie had recovered was back on her hooves.
"Spike, that was just, wow! Trixie is very pleased!" she said, heading for the room's exit. "Trixie will recommend your... 'massage' services to everypony she meets!" She grinned widely.
He walked her to the spa's exit, before she continued on her way out into the evening, limping her way back to her caravan with a silly grin on her face.
Lotus walked up beside Spike. "It seems Miss Trixie is one hundred percent satisfied!" she smiled, handing him his commission percentage. Spike opened the pouch. It was more bits than he had ever had at any one time in his life. After ONE client!
Aloe began closing up the shop. "Miss Trixie was our last client of the day Mister Spike." she said, pulling the blinds. "Come back in two days after we adjust our work schedule for to begin your regular shift."
"Oh, okay." Spike said, a little disappointed. He had hoped to keep making lots of bits, but at this pay rate, he could wait. "Goodnight ladies!"
"Goodnight Mister Spike!" the spa twins said in unison. ______________________________________________________________
Spike walked into the Library. The sun had just set, leaving it dimly lit inside. Nopony had turned on any lights yet. Except for a dim light coming from upstairs. Spike walked upstairs to Twilight's study, pushing the door open. Inside, Twilight sat at her desk, reading.
"Uh, hey Twilight!" he said. She didn't move.
"Hello Spike." she answered flatly.
"Um, sorry I was out so late. I uh-" Spike tried.
"Yes. Rarity told me. You got a new job. Congratulations." she answered for him.
"Yeah! Look at all the money I made!" Spike said excitedly, holding the pouch of bits up. Twilight moved for the first time, barely turning her head just enough to eye the pouch in her peripheral.
"That's nice." was all she said before turning back to her book. Spike was worried now. He thought she would be excited for him.
"Twilight. Um, I'm sorry about this morning. The whole thing with Applejack and... well, for snapping at you. You treat me really well and I took you for granted. I shouldn't have said those things and I'm just sorry." He apologized.
Twilight closed her book, and turned to him a little, but still not facing him. "It's okay, really. I forgive you. I- no, there's nothing to forgive. You were right, you're not a baby. And I was wrong to keep thinking of you like that." *sniff*
"Twilight?" Spike asked, moving closer, "Twilight are you okay? Have you been crying?"
"Ha, ah, no. I'm fine. It's just dust. allergies and... stuff." She answered. *sniff*
"Twilight, come on. I could always tell when you were lying because you were never any good at it." he said, "Now tell me what's wrong." She looked at him directly now. Her eyes were puffy and red.
"I- I just... I always knew that one day you were going to be grown up. But the years have just gone by so quickly. And I always thought to myself, 'Not today. He can grow up later, but not today'..." She looked at some indistinct point on the floor. "But you have grown up. I was just too blind to see it." she whimpered. "And now off you go on your own life, leaving me behind."
"Hey, I'm still here." Spike reminded her.
"Yeah but... part of you, a big part of you is gone forever." she said sadly. He sat down in front of her mirror, looking at himself. She looked at him in the mirror from over his shoulder
"You're not the baby dragon I knew ten years ago." she said, putting her hoof on his shoulder.
He put his hand on her hoof, "It's not the years... it's the mileage."
"It's just that... seeing you this morning... with Applejack like that..." Spike blushed, remembering. "It was kind of a wake up call that you had grown up. You're not a baby dragon anymore. And I just always thought that... when the day came that..."
"That what?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at her.
"I just thought that..." she took a deep breath, "that I'd be brave enough to be in Applejack's position." she said, covering her face with her hooves. "That I'd be your first."
Spike felt like he needed a drink. A very adult drink.
"Twilight... I, I just... I don't-" Spike tried.
"I know you don't feel the same way about me. Of course you don't. How could you. I'm practically your sister. Your mother even. I've raised you since the day you hatched. I know I shouldn't have these feelings toward you." Twilight cried. "I don't know. Maybe I'm just feeling possessive after seeing you with Applejack like that and its all weird now." she kept rambling. Spike tried to keep up. "You must think I'm so weird. You must hate me."
"Hey! I don't hate you. Yes, you are weird. But you've always been a little weird. And that's never stopped me from loving you. So stop feeling bad about that right now." Spike said, sounding very adult. He turned and hugged her.
Twilight hugged him back. She just held him like that for a few minutes, almost afraid to let him go. "You've grown so much."
Spike let go first, followed by Twilight after another moment. He looked at her tired face. "Come on, Twi. Let's call it an early night." ____________________________________________________________________________________
The next day passed uneventfully. Spike mostly stayed in the library since he didn't have any errands to run. Twilight seemed to be back in regular spirits as well. Things seemed to be getting back to normal. The day after, Twilight kept herself fairly scarce. Always off doing something elsewhere. Not necessarily avoiding Spike per se. Just... always finding a reason to be elsewhere. ____________________________________________________________________________________
Two days had passed. It was time for Spike to go to his new job for his first full shift. He got up early on his own to get ready. Twilight knew he would be going to work at the spa today. He had hoped she would be here to see him off. But she was nowhere to be found in the library. That was strange. But perhaps it was just her 'being scarce' again today. He couldn't let it get to him. He had a high-paying job to do.
He took the back road to the spa to get to the employee entrance. He walked in and went to the employee lounge. He opened his locked and got his white collar and headband. Once he was dressed the part he headed out front. When he got there, Aloe and Lotus were scurrying around in a panic. Aloe spotted him.
"OH Mister Spike! Thank goodness you are finally here!" she cried.
"I'm like, twenty minutes early." he said, looking at the spa's wall clock.
Aloe took him by his hand with her hoof, pulling him to the front door, "I hope you had a good night's rest Mister Spike." She pushed open the front door.
Spike was in utter. catatonic. shock.
"It's the same answer from everypony," she explained, "they heard about it from somepony who heard it from somepony who heard about you from Miss Trixie!"
Aloe standing right behind him kept him from fainting.
"Mister Spike?"
utter. shock. It wasn't from the line of ponies. The line that went down to the end of the street and around the corner. It wasn't the large bags of bits that everypony was holding. It wasn't the fact that some of them were stallions. (Though that didn't help either.) It wasn't that he was sure he could see one of the Princesses in the line. It was one thing, one pony, at the very front of the line, with the biggest bag of bits, . . . It was Twilight.
Applejack had just finished bucking the last of the trees in the East Orchard. She had taken longer than she had planned. Everything was taking long than she planned these days. Especially now that Applebloom had gotten her cutie mark and had gone off to secondary school. It had been hard being down a farm hand. And Applejack missed having her sister around. Things were made no better with Granny's passing. It forced her and Big Mac to also split the household duties as well.
The sun was hanging low in the sky as she headed to the South Orchard, towing a cart of baskets. She welcomed the cool relief of the evening after a hot days work. Big Mac collected the baskets of apples from the east, emptying them in the cider cellar. Applejack was bringing the empty baskets to the south on her cart, setting them out under the trees for an early morning. The sun was turning the western horizon into a beautiful pallet of reds, yellows, and shades of orange. She sighed in quiet awe enjoying the view. The last couple years had not been kind to the earth pony. The constant manual labor that once kept her athletic and fit was taking its toll on her body. Injuries took longer to heal. It had been a long day indeed. Applejack was tired.
A distant glint circling in the sky caught her attention. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a silhouette flying above her. Was it Rainbow Dash? It looked like a Pegasus, or maybe even a Griffin or a…
“Dragon!” Applejack hollered! Dropping her cart and running for the barn as fast as her hooves could carry her. The figure in the sky saw the sudden burst of movement on the ground. It turned out of its lazy glide into an aggressive dive and headed right for the terrified pony, swooping into a fast strafe.
Applejack dived in and out the rows of trees, trying to evade the dragon’s pursuit. She didn't look back. That was the rule in a dragon attack. Run, and run, and never look back. She neared the farm house. It wasn't much, wood as it was. But it would buy her precious seconds to warn Big Mac, and maybe even mount a defense, or to take shelter in the cellar.
Or at least an escape attempt.
Applejack's tired legs were on fire. Her muscles screamed in pain. The last thing she saw was the outline of the dragon's shadow on the ground around her. She dove into a slide to avoid his swoop. She covered her face expecting a gout of flame.
She felt the thud of the dragon coming to a hard land in front of her, cutting off her way to her farmhouse. She cried into her hooves, “Oh Celestia, no! Not yet! Not like this!”
“Applejack?”
Applejack looked up from under her hooves. To her surprise the dragon not only didn't eat her, but it knew her name. He was a little taller than Big Mac, but he seemed like a mountain from her position on the ground. She was still afraid to move.
“Applejack, it’s me.” He put his wings away, and knelt down, trying to make himself as small as possible. She squinted at him, his purple scales, his green spines... his face. That face. She knew that face.
“Spike? Is that you?” she whispered, pulling her hooves away from her face.
He looked away a little embarrassed. “Yeah, it’s me.”
“But you've- you've changed! You've grown!” she said, surprised.
“Yeah well… it’s kind of a long story.” He said. "But um... I'm back."
Applejack got back to her hooves. She was still unsure of what to say. She hadn't seen him in so long. Not since the wedding and... gosh it had been a long time. “Well, um. If ya don’t mind lending me a hoof- er, a hand setting them there baskets out, you could tell me all 'bout it."
Spike smiled at that, flashing his sharp teeth briefly, “I think I’d like that.” Spike said as they each walked back to the South Orchard together. Despite her familiarity with him, she was still a bit nervous at his imposing presence. He could be quite intimidating if he wanted to be.
Applejack and Spike arrived back at the cart of baskets she had abandoned when she fled. “Sorry ‘bout running off on ya like that. You gave me a bit of a fright back there.” She apologized.
“Yeah, that’s been happening with me a lot ever since…” he trailed off motioning with his hand at himself. “I grew up.”
“So have ya gone to see Twilight yet?” she asked.
“No. I just got back into town. This was my first stop.” He replied, “Is Apple Bloom around?” he asked off hand.
“Naw, she and her friends got their cutie marks and their off doing their own things now. Little ‘Bloom is now in secondary school now for arc-a-tex-sure.” She said, focusing on each syllable of that last word. “Big Mac is back at the farm house by now. He’s been helping take care of that too since ole' Granny left us…” she said somberly, “You've been gone quite a while. You've missed so much.”
“I know. I just… needed some time I guess. ” Spike offered.
“Trixie and Twilight’s foal just turned a year old. At least you were still here for their wedding before you left.”
“A foal? But how?” he asked.
“Trixie wouldn't say. ‘Magic.’ is the only answer she ever gives." she answered.
Spike’s memory flashed back to that first day with Trixie in the spa. That, and the spell she had cast on him at the time, “Yeah… magic. That sounds about right.”
“You sure grew up quick after you set them two up.” She went on.
“Yeah, well… it was all those bits I was earning at the spa. I don’t have a very expensive lifestyle. So they just piled up into a... hoard I guess. It triggered a bit of a dragon growth spurt. That’s why I had to quit and just… get away from everypony for a while.”
“What about Twilight?”
"Well, we just needed some time apart, I think..." Spike remembered back to that first day in the spa with Twilight... ______________________________________________________________________________
Twilight had practically ushered Spike into the massage room, “Spike, I paid my bits and I want the Usual. I need it!”
“Twilight, you don’t want this. Especially not from me!” he pleaded with her.
“One hundred percent satisfaction guaranteed!” she reminded him.
“Then take your money back, I don’t care about your bits.” He insisted.
“Spike I just want… I need you to love me the way I love you. I've just been so lonely. I look at you, but when you look at me, you don’t see me the same way. It’s like I’m not even there. I just wished that you would love, or at least lust after me the way I do for you.” She opened the maintenance door, levitating several toys out.
“Twilight, you know I don’t feel that way about you. I’m sorry but I don’t think I ever will either!” Spike thought for a moment, “But I think I know a Great and Powerful somepony who does…” Twilight’s ears perked up at that... ______________________________________________________________________________
“I kept working at the spa for a little while…” He looked at her, his eyes a bit moist. “I guess my heart just wasn't in it. And I guess my ‘clients’ could tell too." He looked over his shoulder at his back, "Then, once I started working just for the money… this happened.” He flourished his wings.
Applejack offered her sympathies, “Hmm. That is a tough break if ever I heard one.” She paused "So where've ya been all this time?"
Spike looked to the horizon, taking a deep breath of the orchard's scent, the fresh air. "Oh, no place in particular... I just needed some time to think." He set a couple more baskets down. "I went off to follow the last of the dragon migration. I visited some of the other towns and cities across the land." he looked back at her, "Did Twilight tell you that Princess Celestia offered me a position as an ambassador to the Draconian nation for Equestria?"
"She mentioned it." she answered.
"It was a tempting offer. A real chance to make a difference in the world. I haven't taken the Princess up on her offer though. But she told me that it would remain open once I 'found whatever it was I was looking for'." he said, mocking her royal voice.
"What were ya lookin' for?" she asked him. He shrugged noncommittally. “So… but what brings you here though? Am I just on your way into town?”
“Not really, no. I actually came from the other direction on the other side of town. I had to fly around the edge of Ponyville to avoid causing a panic with everypony again. You know, I didn't want them to call the Wonderbolts on me again. Being a dragon hasn't made my... 'tourism' very pleasant.” He chuckled, “Otherwise I would have been here earlier.”
Applejack thought for a moment, “You went that much out of your way just to come see me first? But why?”
“I was thirsty." he fibbed, "I figured I’d come by for some apple juice. Plus, I hadn't seen you in the longest of all. So I figured I owed it to you.” He paused waiting to see if she bought it. “So… what about you? What have you been up to these last two years?”
“Oh, same old, same old.” She said. “Running the farm same as always. Dawn to dusk, day to day. Some things never change.” she said, sounding a bit tired.
“Everypony else has been settling down and starting their families. Have you found a special somepony yet?” he asked.
“No. Never really had time, or the inclination really...” Applejack trailed off. “There hasn't been anypony since… well," Spike waited for her to finish. She blushed as she finished in a half whisper, “since you.”
That was a surprise. “What? You've not even tried to get in touch with ex- boyfriends? You know, somepony from before… me?” Spike asked.
“There is nopony else. You were my first. My last. My one.” She said, sounding a bit more poetic than she meant to.
“I- I didn't know I was… your first.” Spike said, sounding almost regretful.
“Well I didn't think I would be your first either, but… well, it just sort of happened, right?” she said.
They both walked silently, distributing the rest of the baskets. Applejack laid out the final one from the cart. She climbed into the harness and began pulling it back to the barn. Spike walked by her side the whole way. When they arrived outside the barn, she struggled to remove the harness. Spike used his hands to help her out. She finally was released as she grunted from her soreness.
“Those are still mighty useful I see.” she said motioning to his hands.
“Yeah. It seemed like you were having difficulties.” he said, grinning a little.
“Well it’s been a long day. And I’m plum tuckered out.”
She and Spike sat there in the grass for a few moments in silence. The setting sun slipped below the horizon leaving them in the fading light of the evening. Each waited for the other to bid them goodnight. But it never came. The stars began to twinkle in the deep purple of the eastern horizon.
Spike finally worked up the courage to speak. “You know AJ, you seem awfully sore. Would you like a back rub?”
Applejack turned to him, not sure how to respond. His gentle smile said more than his words ever could though. It brought a warmth to her heart that only seeing a dear friend after a long absence could.
“Oh, a back rub you say?” she smiled back.
“Yes. I've been told I’m quite talented” he held up his hands wiggling his fingers, “with these.”
Applejack thought a moment. She could see the sincerity in his eyes. She didn't need to answer. She slowly stood up and opened the barn door. Suddenly she felt herself being swept up, as Spike carried her in his arms inside, closing the door behind him.
“You know it took me two years and a world's worth of traveling to find out the thing I was looking for..." he said, leaning his head to her soft mane.
"I love you.” He whispered softly into her ear.
She smacked him in the face with her hoof. “It took you long enough to figure it out!” she said as she turned and kissed him.
Inside the barn, Spike lays her tired body down on the soft hay.
