Spike was lying on his back in Twilight’s bed flipping through the latest issue of PILF Magazine. He used to enjoy looking at all the pictures sexy mares in compromising poses. He still did, but compared to the real thing it was fairly boring. Stretching his arms out and groaning, he let the magazine drop to the floor beside the bed.

Since he and Twilight had realized their love for each other, they had barely been able to keep their claws and hooves off each other. Since they spent most of their time in the library, this wasn’t generally a problem, except that Twilight’s studies hadn’t been progressing as quickly as before. Even in public, they couldn’t resist occasionally engaging in subtle flirts, despite the possibility of attracting funny looks from onlookers - or perhaps, even because of this. If anypony suspected, however, they hadn’t said anything.

There had also been another S&M club meeting, but Twilight still hadn’t decided whether she wanted to join or not, so it had just been himself, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy. He had spent most of the time spanking, whipping and kicking the two ponies’ flanks until they squealed in pleasure, before ramming Fluttershy ponystyle, tugging her tail as she pissed down his cock, while he was being pegged by Pinkie Pie wearing a strap-on. After they all came, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie had switched places, and they had gone again. He had enjoyed it, of course, but his heart wasn’t really in it - his mind always kept drifting back to Twilight.

Even his weekly rendezvous with Rarity felt rather shallow and empty. Only a few months ago, he had been constantly drooling over Rarity, but even though she was as beautiful as ever, he just couldn’t quite feel the same way about her anymore. Not since Twilight Sparkle stole his heart.

But now Twilight was gone. The previous sunday, she had received a letter from Princess Celestia asking her to come to Canterlot. She hadn’t said why - only that she would be staying in Canterlot for a week.

She had only been gone for two days, and already Spike was feeling lonely, horny and bored out of his mind. Without Twilight around to make a mess, there weren’t even any chores to do to take his mind off his boredom. Not that he really missed them, but he would still rather be with Twilight than be without his chores.

Spike got up and hopped down from the bed. Twilight was going to be away for three more days, and there was nothing he could do about that. His horniness, however was a different matter - he was reasonably sure he would be able to find somepony to assist him with that, and it would also keep him entertained for a while.

Fluttershy, he decided. She was always sweet and helpful, and more importantly, she was a real beast in bed. “Yep. Definitely Fluttershy.” he thought to himself.

He left the bedroom and headed towards the front door.

---

As he reached Fluttershy’s cottage, he approached the front door and gave it a few knocks. Nopony answered. He knocked again. Still nothing. Maybe Fluttershy was out? Or perhaps she was upstairs and hadn’t heard him knocking. He grabbed the door handle, and turned it. The door wasn’t locked.

“Fluttershy?” he called out. “Are you here?”

There was no reply. He wandered around, looking in each room, but nopony was there.
Perhaps she was taking a nap, he thought, and headed up the stairs to the second floor.

He opened the bedroom door and looked inside. What he saw took him by complete surprise, and left him standing wordless in the doorway.

On the bed stood Fluttershy, her face pressed into a pillow, and her butt sticking up in the air. Upon hearing the door open, she gave a jolt, and turned her face towards Spike, an expression of surprise and embarrassment on her face.

“Mmmf?” she said, her voice muffled by the ball-gag strapped to her muzzle. A loud crack sounded, as a riding crop slapped against her flank, causing her to let out a high-pitched squeak.

Behind her, on a small stool, stood Angel wearing a leather suit with a hole cut out for his bunny tail, holding a riding crop. His raging boner was embedded half-way into Fluttershy’s plot.
He was giving Spike an angry glare, as if to say “Get lost, fool. This bitch is mine.”.

Spike could take a hint. He could also understand why Fluttershy had chosen to invite him over for tea.
“Never mind.” he said, silently closing the door behind him and heading back outside.

Pinkie Pie, he thought. She was always fun to be around.

---

As he entered Sugarcube Corner, he was greeted by Mrs. Cake. “Oh, hello there Spike.” she said. “Can I help you with anything?”

“Is Pinkie Pie around?” he asked.

“She’s back in the kitchen, baking cupcakes. You can go in if you like.” replied Mrs. Cake.

Spike passed through the kitchen door to see Pinkie Pie bouncing happily around the kitchen, fiddling with bowls and measuring jugs, fetching ingredients, and mixing stuff in various containers scattered around on the kitchen counter.

Her face lit up as she spotted him. “Oh, hi Spike!” she said happily. “What are you doing here?”

He shot a glance back towards the kitchen door to make sure Mrs. Cake wasn’t eavesdropping on them. She was, thankfully, still standing at the counter facing towards the entrance, and didn’t seem to be paying any attention to the kitchen.

Spike moved closer to Pinkie Pie. “I was just wondering if you’d like to... you know... have some fun. Just the two of us. If you get my drift.” he said in a low voice, so it wouldn’t be heard outside the kitchen.

“Oh, you know I’d love to...” said Pinkie Pie. “... but I can’t. We just got an order for a zillion cupcakes!”
“I’ll have to work overtime to even be able to fulfill the order.” she said, pouting.

“A zillion?” Spike inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay, maybe not a zillion.” she admitted. “But lots of them.”

“Oh well. I guess I’ll see you later then.” Spike said, disappointment in his voice.

“Okie dokie.” Pinkie Pie said, resuming her baking.

Spike left Sugarcube Corner.

Rarity. Surely, he could count on her.
He headed for Carousel Boutique.

---

In her boutique, Rarity was busy working on a new dress.
As Spike came in through the front door, she turned to him, peering at him over the top of her stylish red glasses. “Oh, hello Spike.” she said. “What can I do for you today?”

“I was just wondering if you needed any... assistance with your urges today.” he said, smiling at her.

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear. I simply can’t.” she said, looking very apologetic. “Not this week, at any rate.”
“Hoity Toity just ordered a large batch of my newest creations for his boutique in Canterlot, and I simply cannot disappoint him.” she explained.

“That’s okay.” said Spike, unable to fully hide his disappointment. “I’ll see you later.”

He left the boutique again.

Who else was there? He thought for a moment, before it finally hit him.
“Of course! Applejack!”

---

Looking out over the apple orchard as he approached Sweet Apple Acres, Spike could see nopony. Apple Bloom would still be in school at this time of day, he presumed, giving him and Applejack an excellent opportunity to do their business without having to worry about being caught. He grinned at the thought.

Approaching the farm, he knocked on the door. Nothing happened.
He knocked a few more times, and when nothing happened, he tried the handle to discover that the door was open.

“Applejack?” he called into the house. Silence greeted him.
He looked around the house, but encountered no sign of life anywhere.
“They must be out...” he thought, disappointed in this turn of events.

He exited the house again, and was just about to head back to the library when he heard a noise - or at least he thought he heard a noise. He remained still, listening intensely. Yep, there it was again. It was coming from the direction of the barn.

Closing in on the barn, he could hear the noise more clearly - a mixture of grunts, moans and panting. He immediately knew what it was - it was, unmistakably, the sound of somepony doing the business. Intrigued by this turn of events, he carefully approached the barn, making sure not to make any loud noises.

He gently pushed the barn door, causing it to slide ajar. Peeking inside, he immediately spotted the source of the noise. Standing there, with her front hooves pressed against the wall, was Applejack. Her hair was messy, and had straws of hay sticking out of it, and the hat she usually wore at all times was lying on the floor next to her.

She was being mounted from behind by her brother, Big Macintosh, who had his front hooves resting on her shoulders, and was rutting her furiously, slamming his big black cock into her dripping wet pony pussy. With each thrust, Applejack’s back arched towards the wall, her tail and mane bouncing back and forth as they grunted and moaned in unison.

Spike’s gaze was glued to the sight in front of him. He felt his loins stirring as he watched the action play out. “Damn the voyeur inside me...” he thought, somewhat sarcastically, to himself as he felt a raging hard-on brewing between his legs. Fortunately, they were facing away from him, so they wouldn’t be able to see him even if they were to open their eyes.

He gently brushed his hand across his cock, enjoying the tickling sensation. It was rather dry, however. His spit had gone all thick and sticky from arousal, and this gave him an idea. Cupping his hands together in front of his face, he spat a nice thick wad of saliva into them. He then began to rub it onto his cock.

“Oh, yeah...” he thought, slowly caressing his now slippery cock, watching Big Macintosh pounding into his sister and enjoying the sound of Applejack’s moans. He closed his eyes, and imagined himself positioning himself in front of a frazzled and slightly dirty Applejack lying on her back in a pile of hay.

He slapped his cock down on her wet slippery cunt lips a few times, before pressing it down, parting them slightly, and beginning to slowly rub his shaft up and down against them.

“Uhn~! Yeah! Rut me harder, big brother!” Applejack shouted in between moans, her voice distorted by her brother’s huge stallion cock pounding into her.

Having gotten his cock nice and slippery with her juices, Spike lifted his cock out of her crack and stood back a bit, positioning its head against her slit. He gave it a light push, and it slid inside her. A shudder of pleasure surged through his body as her wet slippery inner walls squeezed down on his member, caressing him with their warmth. He pushed until he was in all the way to his balls, and he could feel her soft furry boobs brushing against his crotch. Greatly aroused by the sensation of her nipples tickling against his belly, he began to slide in and out of her tight hole.

Inside the barn, Big Macintosh was picking up his pace as he felt himself getting closer to orgasm. There was nothing that aroused him more than his hot little sister’s body. Seeing her like this, leaning against the wall, her eyes closed, her hair messy, and moaning as he hammered his cock into her tight little cunt was almost driving him mad with lust. Part of him wanted to just ram into her one last time and blow his load inside her, but what remained of his senses assured him that it would be a bad idea to do so. Fornicating with close family members was already somewhat frowned upon in pony society - and having foals with them even more so. If he got her pregnant, they would have some seriously uncomfortable and embarrassing explaining to do. His mind returned the time when Applejack had brought Spike over for some three-way fun. Spike, he thought. Being a dragon, he could fuck any mare he wanted, as much as he wanted and blow his load inside without ever having to worry about getting them pregnant. That lucky bastard.

Spike was thrusting in and out of Applejack’s hole, enjoying the wet squishy noises and her moans every time he thrust in. His hands were firmly gripping her boobs, and massaging them softly, causing her to gasp and moan even louder.

Applejack had her hooves pressed to the wall, thrusting her rump up and trying to match her brother’s movements. Her knees were going weak with pleasure, and her tongue was lolling out of her open mouth, sending drops of drool splattering onto the wall and floor every time her brother slammed into her. She could sense him increasing his pace, getting wilder and wilder as his arousal increased. When this happened, it usually meant he was about to come. She knew he would pull out before he did though. She sometimes wished she could just let him slam into her and fill her up with his warm sticky goo, but they both knew it was a risk they couldn’t take. Spike suddenly came into her mind. It was so simple with him, what with him being a dragon and all, and therefore completely genetically incompatible with ponies - she could safely let him fill her up without having to worry about it. Only genetically, though. Physically, they were very much compatible. She recalled the feeling of his big scaly cock pumping into her, and felt herself getting even more aroused at the thought. She made a mental note to invite Spike over again sometime. Soon. She felt a pressure building up in her groin, as though she had to pee, and knew she was about to come. She bit her lip and held it in, waiting for her brother to finish, lest she set him off inside her.

“Ah’m ready- when you are- big brother!” she managed to stammer out in between his thrusts.

Spike was furiously pounding Applejack’s tight wet vagina, wild with pleasure, one hand on her flank, rubbing her apples and the other caressing her soft boobs. He could feel intense pleasure building up inside his loins.

Big Macintosh was plowing his sister hard and fast, and knew he couldn’t last much longer. When he heard her give him the go-ahead, he let himself go. Quickly pulling out of her, he thrust his rock hard stallion cock up against her cunt, rubbing it against her crotch and belly. His neck stretched out towards the ceiling, and he let out a loud neigh as his warm smooze started splattering onto his sister’s underside.

Feeling her brother’s cock rub against her clit, and his warm seed soaking her belly hairs, Applejack let go and pushed hard. Her body shook with pleasure, and she felt her hind legs give in as she came hard, splashing her brother’s cock in a mixed torrent of vaginal secretions and urine.

“Oh yeah! Spike...!” she shouted without thinking, almost immediately realizing her mistake.

Spike’s heart gave a start as his fantasy was pierced by the sound of Applejack’s voice. He had already been on the verge of cumming, and the sudden shock made him lose control. He felt his legs giving under him, and let out an involuntary gasp as he began to blow his load onto the barn door, coating it with dollops of thick white goo. Forcing himself to stay alert, he looked inside and saw to his relief that neither Applejack nor Big Macintosh were facing him. Big Macintosh was grinding his cock was furiously against his sister’s belly while she was twitching and spasming and unleashing a yellow torrent around it as it shot spurts of white goo onto her chest. The sight of this made him shudder with pleasure, and caused his orgasm to flare up again with new vigor.

Big Macintosh was confused. Had he just heard what he thought he heard? The thought was suppressed momentarily by another shudder of pleasure, as his sister’s warm cider flowed around his cock, forming a large yellow pool on the floor below. Was she thinking of... him... while they were doing it? Yet another spasm shook his body.

With the pressure in her loins relieved and her orgasm subsiding, Applejack collapsed sideways on the floor, and lay there panting. Her brother followed suit. She could hardly believe she had done what she just did. She felt her face burning red with embarrassment. Had her brother noticed? He had to have. Oh, Celestia, this was going to be awkward...

Spike fell on his butt, shooting his last drops of semen onto the dirt. His body was still shaking. He wasn’t sure if it was the shock or the orgasm that was causing it - or possibly a combination of both. Either way, he had to get his ass far away from there, before the two ponies got back on their feet. A quick look inside confirmed that they were still lying down, apparently oblivious to his presence. Shakily, he pushed himself back on his feet, and tiptoed as silently as he could away from the barn. A sound of hoofbeats from inside the barn told him that his time was running out. When he was far enough away that he didn’t think they would be able to hear his footsteps, he set off at a run, not stopping to look behind him.

TO BE CONTINUED...