Applebloom looked to Spike with concern in her big, expressive amber eyes. “Say, what’re we doin’ way out here, Spike?”

Feigning ignorance, Spike shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. “Errands for Twilight, you know, that pony works me like a mule. I’m just lucky I ran into you, I wouldn’t want to go so close to the Everfree Forest alone...n-not that I'm scared or nothing!” That last part was stammered out, he was a bit nervous and he wasn’t all that great at lying. Spike had been watching Applebloom from afar for a while, keeping track of her daily movements so when he rounded up enough courage he could bump into her ‘accidentally.’

“Oh. Okay, then.” He lied a little better than he thought; she was none-the-wiser. She continued, bursting with her usual energy, “So what’re we doing huh? Hunting monsters? Fighting off pony-eating plants?!”

“Celestia, no! I mean—we’re just trying to find a special herb for her.” Another lie. After coming to a small clearing, Spike suggested that they take a little break.

“Applebloom…erm, is there anyone that you like?”

“I like everyone, silly. Except Diamond Tiara and all those—“

“Not like…like-like, you know....” Spike trailed off, twiddling his claw and kicking at a patch of dirt bashfully.

“Uh…nope?”

“What about someone who isn’t a pony? Someone who doesn’t care if you’re flank is blank and likes the way you talk and thinks you’re ten times prettier than any of the other fillies?”

Spike was starting to get a little annoyed. He scooted closer and taking one purple claw held her head with then quickly pressed his mouth against hers. The sloppy kiss caught her off-guard and she shoved him away with one hoof, covering her mouth with the other and feeling the burning heat at her cheeks.

“Wh-what the hay, Spike?! What’re you doin’?!”

“Don’t you get it, Applebloom? I like you a lot. I want to be more than friends.”

“Sp-spike, you’re scarin’ me,” Applebloom whimpered, she had never seen him so angry before.

“Am I scary, Applebloom? Was it scary when I kissed you?” He was almost crying now and to prove his point, he pressed his mouth against hers in an eager, hungrier kiss this time, his tongue slipping into her mouth and teasing against hers. This time she didn’t enjoy it; there was no fluttering in her stomach or warmth at her cheeks. Defiant, she turned her head so the kiss was broken and spit on the ground.

Spike released one of her hooves, balling up a fist and bringing it across her pretty little cheek. Then, grabbing a handful of that red-apple hair, the little dragon climbed further atop the filly and placed his hips just at her throat so she was peering down the length of his spiked member as if it was the barrel of a gun.

“Put it in your mouth,” Spike growled at the trembling Applebloom, her cheek swelling a bit now.

“Ah’m goin’ to tell my f-folks, you know…” She threatened, turning her head so the tip of his thing poked at her cheek instead of her lips. There wasn’t any more fire to her words. “An-and Big Mac will r-really –“ She didn’t get to finish what she was saying because Spike, grown tired of waiting, had painfully jerked her head back into the right position and slammed his throbbing pink prick into her open mouth. The warmth and stickiness of the little filly’s unwelcoming mouth made him groan in ecstasy, her tongue fighting against the invader only seemed to urge him on more. He had to keep a firm grip, tugging on her hair and an ear violently and bringing even more tears to the scrunched face when she tried to escape for air. Spike had to wonder how long before she would pass out from lack of oxygen.

Her little body struggling below him only made him harder and he just watched her eyes slowly rise as she was finally succumbing to the lack of air. When it seemed to just be the final moment before she slipped from consciousness, he slid out of her mouth and just watched her cry and gasp for breath. “I bet you’ll consider someone’s feelings next time,” He mumbled, slapping her face with his little red rocket coated with her thick saliva. When she seemed to finally be calming down, Spike grabbed another handful of her messed up hair and shoved his cock back into its filly mouth sheath once more. This time, he would brace himself on the soft grass with on hand and began thrusting as hard as he could into her face. His hip slammed against her snout bringing a sharp pain and a bit of blood to her nose.
He could hear poor little Applebloom’ s sobs and gags and pulled out just in time for her to vomit her dandelion and spinach lunch all over the grass.

“You almost ralphed on my junk!” Spike cried out in anger, slapping and punching the careless filly until he was pleased with her punishment.

Applebloom was coughing and trying to squirm away now, the tears and blood on her face mingling with her own saliva and his precum. Celestia be damned, he was going to finish so again he went to work in her muzzle, slamming all the way to the back of her throat. After more time spent in her baby mouth, Spike finally felt the pressure come to a head and exploded into her throat, spraying thick ropes of cum directly into her throat and filling up her small muzzle until some leaked around her lips and even out of her nose. He pulled out in time to shoot a few remaining strings onto her face.

“Now we’re going to play another game, Applebloom,” He told her, rolling her over so her cum, blood, and spit smeared face was in the dirt. She feebly groaned and asked him to stop but he only smiled and used those oh-so-coveted fingers to spread those filly cheeks apart and get a good look at her little apple slit and tight pucker.

With a single claw, he traced that sweet-smelling cunt, feeling the downy soft fur surrounding it just before rising to do the same to the tight little hole below her red-apple tail. Spike leaned forward, pressing his nose between those undeveloped cheeks, inhaling deep the scent before reaching out a long tongue to give her a taste. She whined a little, murmured something but he wasn’t paying attention and he had a firm grip on her tail so she couldn’t get away—not that she was trying. He spread her lips with one hand, sliding his tongue inside her slippery holes, enjoying the unhappy noises she made as her attacker pleasured her some. 

“I wanted to do this the right way,” he said a little sadly, nipping at the space between her anus and the base of her tail gently. “I wanted to treat you like a Princess.” 

He pressed the tip of his tongue against the resistant pucker there, sliding all around the raised edges and enjoying the unique flavor. “This is all your fault, you know?”