The stallion was as massive as his namesake implied. Standing nearly level with Spike, Big Macintosh hardly had to lift his eyes when the dragon stood on all fours. Spike gulped as he saw the thick musculature of Applejack's brothers beneath his red coat of fur. He'd once lifted the yoke the stallion always wore, and it had been as heavy as he was as a baby dragon. To carry such a weight around everyday as if it were a simple necklace...
"Howdy Applejack," Big Mac smiled broadly, speaking in the slow, deep drawl he often used. His eyes shifted to Spike and the smile broadened, "Spike! You look amazing, buddy! Let me guess? Discord?"
"Oh, you recognized my work!" the draconequues appeared out of nowhere, glad to have been remembered, "Oh, goody! It looks like the boys are back in town!"
"Where's Sugar Belle and Mac Jr.?" Spike asked, craning his neck over his friend.
"They're going through the haunted hayride right now," Big Mac explained, "Your letter mentioned you found a Special Somepony."
"E-eeyup," the Kirin-clad farmer gulped.
"So, where is he?" Big Mac looked around expectantly, still grinning.
Spike shot a glare at his filly-friend, who only smiled back sheepishly. He had assumed that when she sent out her invitations, she had actually mentioned they were dating. After all, why wouldn't he? By the time he'd gotten to talk to Rarity and Rainbow Dash, they both knew they were together. When Big Mac arrived, all smiles, Spike's fears that he'd be furious about the relationship had melted away. Now, knowing he was unaware of their relationship, the dragon felt his fear mounting again.
"Uh, well, the thing is..." Applejack fidgeted around, trying to find a way out. Spike stepped between the two of them, startling her.
"I'm right here," the dragon gave his friendliest smile.
Big Mac burst into a fit of laughter, wiping a tear from his eye.
"That's a good one, Spike! But seriously, where is the stallion?"
"It really is him, Big Mac," Applejack cleared her throat, standing beside her lover, "We're... together."
Big Mac furrowed his brow, looking between them in confusion several times, then nodded once.
"Alright."
"Alright?" the couple repeated, becoming as confused as the stallion had been a moment before.
"Eeyup."
"Hold on a second here," Applejack shook her lion-maned head, "What do you mean 'alright'? H-how do you feel about this?"
"Yeah, I mean... aren't you against us being together, or upset about one of your best friends dating your sister? Or that she's dating... a dragon?" Spike asked.
"I'm hurt you both think I'd be that shallow," Big Mac stood taller, his bass voice rich with nobler emotions. Applejack and Spike both looked abashed that they could forget how thoughtful the quietest Apple sibling was. "'Sides, to tell y'all the truth, I just don't know what to make of it."
"What do you mean?" his sister asked.
"Well, one of my best friends who's so much younger than me is dating my sister, who up until the day I left he'd shown no inkling of fancying," Big Mac drawled out, "My sister who ain't never thought of dating, 'cept that one time with Rarity, and almost never looked at a stallion before. No offense, AJ, but I thought you might not have liked guys."
"That's..." Applejack was ready to grill him, but bit her tongue, "...fair."
"It's all just very surprising,"Big Mac shrugged.
"Almost as surprising as when I married Fluttershy, hm?" Discord smirked, thankfully having kept his peace until that moment.
"That weren't no surprise to us," Big Mac snorted and Spike chuckled as well, "It was pretty obvious you two loved each other, even years ago."
"Oh, I hate it when you act like I'm predictable!" Discord crossed his arms, frowning, then grinned, "I know something that might surprise you! Our very own Rainbow Dash has a foal!"
"With Zephyr Breeze, I know," the stallion nodded, a smile slipping on his face at the astonishment on his friends' faces, "We stayed pen pals," Big Mac's smile disappeared, "which is more than I can say about you guys... I can understand why Discord has only popped in occasionally, being Discord and all, and I know Spike was busy with doing two jobs, but... AJ, why didn't you stay in touch with me?"
"I was... I was dealing with some stuff," Applejack replied, weakly.
"We all were, Applejack," Big Mac scowled, "Granny's passing was hard on all of us, but Apple Bloom stayed in touch."
"It wasn't just Granny Smith!" the mare snapped, shocking all gathered to silence. She herself was startled by the heat in her voice, but suddenly years of repressed emotions were spilling forward by this reunion and she let her temper fly, "You left the farm, Big Macintosh! You and Apple Bloom left!"
The stallion's lips parted a fraction as if he intended to say something, but he only closed them again, letting his sister continue.
"When Granny Smith... passed, that was the first time I'd seen either of you in nearly two years! Then you both arrive for the funeral, accepting condolences, but did either of you even offer to stay with me for more than a few weeks? Did either of you try?"
"I have a family of my own," Big Mac said, evenly.
"I'm your family too!" the mare was crying now, hating herself for it, "You could have moved back! Is Sugar Belle really so attached to Our Town? Why'd y'all have to move out there instead of her moving here?!"
"I left you the farm, AJ," the stallion argued, "I thought you wanted to come into your own."
"You just didn't want the choice to tear you and Sugar Belle apart," Applejack seethed.
"Applejack..." Spike placed a claw on her shoulder, a warning tone in his edge, but she shrugged him off.
"Are you really going to stand there and lecture me about not sending you letters or visiting you?!" the mare snapped, "I was running an entire orchard by myself! You know the farm doesn't pull in enough money to hire workers! Why didn't you ever visit me?"
"I think I hear my wife calling me," Discord spared a 'yikes!' look at Spike before shouting "Coming, dear!" and teleporting away.
"I wanted to visit you, Applejack," the stallion rumbled, his own temper flaring, "but I'm running my own orchard now, and managing my own family. It's harder than I thought. You think I haven't been worried about you? Did you even read the letters I sent?"
Applejack's cheeks ran hot as she realized that the letters from her friends and siblings were still buried somewhere in her room, most of them unopened.
"I didn't think so," the larger sibling closed his eyes and took a deep breath, visibly calming. His anger was still there, a smoldering, hurt frustration, but his expression was now one of personal pain. "I haven't visited you because... you never responded to my letters."
The mare blinked, feeling heat in her cheeks at the fact. She had quit reading letters from her family years ago, simply piling them in a drawer as they came. When they'd stopped coming, she had been a mixture of relieved and grieved, wallowing in her self-pity while burying her emotion beneath her labor. Now she felt an intense shame that she could so easily ignore her family and friends like that. The letters had quit coming years ago and she had largely forgotten about them - a fact that only made her feel worse.
"I'm sorry, Mac," Applejack let her emotion show through, her eyes misty, "I took Granny's death hard, a-and I took you and Apple Bloom leaving even harder. I didn't read your letters because they were too painful for me; they reminded me too much of what I was missing."
"Why didn't you reach out to us, then?" the stallion's voice was only a little chiding, "Why not ask us for help? Or to at least visit?"
"Because I hate looking weak!" the mare snapped, "Come on, Big Mac, you know me better than that. I thought asking for you to drop your happiness for me would be selfish, a-and I couldn't ask Apple Bloom to give up her job traveling the world just to spend time stuck on a farm that's falling apart."
"Wait, aren't you dating Spike now?" Big Mac looked at the dragon, "Why not just use all that money you have to help fix the farm or hire workers?"
"Dude, have you tried to convince your sister to take money?" Spike chuckled, crossing his arms, "She's one of the stubbornest mares I know!"
Big Mac spared a glance at his sister, then nodded in agreement.
"I am not stubborn!" the mare snapped, drawing back as both males gave her a deadpan stare, "I-I'm not."
"Still, you should have just gone and paid for some of the repairs and told her to swallow her pride," the stallion frowned, "You're a nice fella, Spike, but sometimes what my sister needs is to be told to suck up her pride and accept help."
"Well, I mean I did that with the back-rub," the dragon thought back to his first night with Applejack, then realized Big Mac was glaring at him, "Uh... t-to work out the kinks in her muscles."
"Right..." the stallion didn't look the least placated, "The harvest is over. What will you two do now?"
"We don't really have any plans," Applejack confessed, sparing a look at Spike to confirm he didn't have anything planned.
"If you were interested," the stallion cleared his throat as he worked up the courage to voice his idea, "we have extra rooms at our house. You two can come back with us for a short visit, if you like. I know it's short notice, but-"
"We'd love to," Spike agreed, ignoring the glare his marefriend shot him, "We can hire somepony to watch the farm while we're gone."
"We can?" Applejack narrowed her eyes. Spike shot her a stern look that told her he'd pay for it and she wasn't going to be able to argue her way out of this one. "Uh, yeah. We can come up for a visit. It's... overdue, anyway."
Big Mac smiled and - with his usual aura - the discomfort and hurt in the atmosphere was dispelled. All at once the mood brightened.
"We should get back to work," Spike suggested, "I wouldn't want Discord's work on my costume going to waste."
"Looking forward to another concussion from a filly?" Applejack smirked.
"Oh, you're a riot," the dragon gave a mirthless chuckle, "Shouldn't you go be greeting the guests?"
"Somebody doesn't want any tonight," Applejack smirked, then went ramrod straight and looked over her shoulder at her brother who was trying to pretend he hadn't heard that. "Uh... apple pie, I meant."
Big Mac made a throat clearing noise like he was going to vomit and vacated the area. Applejack winced, realizing that her choice of a cover story was more suggestive than she would have liked. Whistling and moving quickly, trying to distance herself from her brother before he could recover, the mare returned to the entrance to greet the others. Fluttershy might have stayed home, but all her other close friends had arrived. Even Starlight and Sunburst had swung by, dragging Trixie along. Applejack felt re-energized, not having seen most of them for several months, or even years.
Yet, as the festivities came to an end and her friends departed, there was one creature she realized wasn't coming. As Big Mac and his family said their goodbyes, he noticed his sister's suppressed sorrow and spoke up.
"What's wrong?"
"Apple Bloom didn't visit," the mare sighed, receiving comforting shoulder grips from both her brother and Spike. "I guess they're still on an adventure somewhere, but I'm still disappointed."
"Big Macintosh," Sugar Belle chided, "you went and forgot about the letter, didn't you?"
"Uh..." the stallion blushed, "Nope."
"What letter?" Applejack glared up at her older brother.
"Sorry, dear," Sugar Belle replied. "Your sister sent a letter to us from Saddle Arabia - express shipping, too! She received your and Spike's invitation for tonight, but they just couldn't get back in time."
"I see," the farmer cleared her throat, feeling at least a little mollified. "Well, I suppose it was bound to happen."
"She would have sent it to you directly," Sugar Belle continued, glaring at her husband, "but she thought it would be less impersonal if her brother delivered it to you."
"That was sweet of her," Spike grinned. "Shame her brother's not the sharpest plow in the field."
"I may not be the sharpest," Big Mac stood to his full height, standing nearly as tall as Spike was on all fours, "but I'm still the strongest. Don't think just 'cause you're a little bigger you're a match for me."
"Oh-ho, that a challenge?" Spike stood on his back legs, flexing his arms.
"Save the swagger for when we visit them, alright sugar?" Applejack chuckled. "It was great seeing y'all again. Maybe Apple Bloom can come down when we visit, too."
"It'll be like old times," Big Mac nodded. "Take care, sis. And Spike?"
"Yes?"
"You break my sister's heart," the stallion's face became as serious as the grave, "I'll break you."
A moment of silence stretched as Spike shrunk back and paled at the threat. Suddenly, Big Mac was back to his broad smile.
"Can't wait for y'all to visit!" the stallion added.
"See you later, dear," Sugar Belle added.
"Goodbye, Aunt Applejack," Mac Jr. smiled, then looked at the dragon. "See you next time, Uncle Spike!"
The visiting family departed, the last to leave the orchard. Spike was stunned until they finished disappearing into the woods, then blushed.
"Why you blushing?" Applejack's eyes widened.
"He called me Uncle," the dragon cleared his throat after hearing his face break. "I feel like part of the family."
"Of course you're part of the family, Spike," the mare giggled. "You're like a brother to Twilight, and that means you're like a brother... to..." she furrowed her brow, "Uh, well, anyway, you're also one of Big Mac's closest friends, and that make you like his brother. And now we're dating and all, so... the point I'm trying to make is, you are family."
"I guess that makes what we get up to pretty naughty, huh?" Spike grinned as he wrapped his ghostly arms around the mare's shoulders.
"If you're expecting me to do some kinda family roleplay, you can forget it," Applejack let out an amused laugh as she pushed away. "How would that even be convincing? You're supposed to be my step-dragon, or something?"
"You're still dressed like a kirin," Spike chuckled as he pointed to her faux horns, "we could be half-siblings."
"Real funny, sugar," the mare rolled her eyes, but there was a smile on her lips.
"How secure are these anyway?" the dragon asked before gripping one and giving it a light tug.
"Why are you asking?" Applejack felt her pulse quicken as she caught a familiar scent coming off the dragon. She blushed, knowing what it was.
"Oh, I was just thinking they'd make great handles," Spike cupped the mare's face so she was looking up at him before he shifted his hands up to grip the horns. Her wild blonde mane and large, emerald eyes looked so tempting that he bit his lip. Applejack's eyes slid around, quickly scanning to make sure all the visitors had left. She smiled back at him, lowering her eyelids seductively.
"You mind demonstrating, for me?" she licked her lips. "I don't think I quite understand what it is you want from me, brother."
"I was joking about the family thing," the dragon deadpanned.
"Oh, sorry," Applejack blushed. "So, uh... are we still...?" Spike's unsheathed member flopped onto her face and the mare found herself unable to flinch back due to him still holding her headgear. "Celestia, Spike! Give a gal some warning next time!"
"Sorry," the dragon chuckled. "I was hoping to get a little rough tonight. Is that alright?"
"Mmm, I like it when you get rough, you know that."
"I meant more if you have trouble breathing."
"You ain't that big, Spike!"
"Okay, ow," the dragon furrowed his brow. "Anyway, if you need me to stop, just... I don't know, slap my tail."
"Boy howdy, Spike, you really know how turn a girl on," Applejack half-joked, smirking as the dragon pulled her head back and used the tip of his member to tease her lips. In reality, the idea of slapping the taller, more muscular dragon on the tail flooded her head with images that reminded her of their second night together when she had been the dominant one. He'd really gotten a kick out of her boots, and she'd certainly enjoyed tying him to the bed. She'd let him be dominant this time, but she was definitely busting the boots and rope out.
Spike slipped his member into Applejack's mouth, feeling the mare's soft lips brush along its length. He gasped in pleasure at the warm, moist environment he found himself in, and at the attentions of his fillyfriend's eager tongue. Almost without conscious thought, his hips began to slowly buck on their own, his dick working its way in and out of Applejack's mouth while her head was held more or less securely by his hands on her fake horns. He picked up speed and before long Applejack was narrowing her eyes at the forcefulness of his lust, her nose tickling. It was, if she were being entirely honest, kinda painful.
But it was also entirely arousing.
"A-Applejack," Spike huffed, repeating her name a few times in a mantra of longing before remembering why he'd spoken in the first place, "I-I'm close... w-what do you want me to do?"
It was stupid to ask her, considering her mouth was otherwise occupied, but Applejack knew how to answer. She looped her forelegs around her drakefriend's waist and locked them, pulling him in for a more powerful thrust. She felt herself grow heady, but she also felt a sense of satisfaction that even with her lover being 'dominant', his knees were shaking and he was so vulnerable.
Suddenly the shaking stopped, the dragon's body going rigid as he erupted inside the mare's mouth. Applejack struggled reflexively, trying to move back but locked in place. Her throat was filled with dragon cock and cum, her face held in place by Spike gripping the horns on her head until he was fully milked. Applejack was red in the face, tears in her eyes as she heard the dragon shudder in satisfaction. He finally pulled out of her and the mare fell forward, coughing up wads of cum onto the dirt. She wiped her mouth and grinned up at her lover.
"Boy howdy, Spike, that was a bigger load than usual. You prefer me as a kirin?"
"Shush, you know I'd rut you no matter what species you were," Spike stated, voice husky as he still caught his breath. He counted off on his claws. "Pony, kirin, dragon, griffon... Heck, I'd even rut you if you were a diamond dog."
"A diamond dog?" Applejack giggled at the mental imagery, her face flushed. She turned around and bent down, lifting her flank high in the air while her head was low to the ground. "Would you take me like this if I were a diamond dog? Arf arf!"
Spike wasted no time grabbing her by the hips and getting to work, the combination of her wet arousal and his cum-and-saliva-slicked cock providing ample librication. Applejack squeaked in surprise, not expecting him to simply take her up on the offer; she had been teasing!
"Mmm... you're insatiable, sugar!" the mare panted while the dragon thrust.
"I can't help it!" Spike let out a low growl. "I thought I was addicted to you before, but you just smell so good!"
I should probably tell him about the pheromones at some point, Applejack thought to herself, then gasped as the dragon's thrusts became more vigorous. Preferably when he ain't treating me to a private hoedown!
They switched positions several times before Spike came again. Applejack wouldn't let him know quite how many times she had cum - only that he could consider themselves even for the night - and the pair retired to the house for the evening. Even if they hadn't spent time relieving their sexual urges, it had still been too late to clean everything up. As they lay down for sleep, the lights turned out, Applejack felt it was time to address an important issue.
"Hey Spike?"
"Yeah?"
"When is Discord's enchantment gonna wear off?"
Spike remained silent as both of them lay in bed, eyes wide open due to the soft, yet bright glow emanating from the dragon's body. It was so bright that it still showed softly through the blanket, just enough to compete with the moonlight coming through the window.
"That is... an excellent question."
A/N: Wow, this took awhile. Sorry about that. Been a little busy, but really just uninspired to finish this. Honestly, it has been sitting on my computer, nearly finished, for so long, but I just couldn't seem to get the brain juices flowing for it.
I've begun using both fillyfriend and marefriend because, honestly, marefriend just sounds better when referring to an adult. A fillyfriend sounds like a sillyfriend, am I right?
Good news is the story is starting to wrap up (there actually was something like a plot outline when I started this, believe it or not).
And let's give a round of applause to my terrible ending for this chapter. Honestly, I need to work on my closers.
