Saurasexualicaipposmachia

Applejack was walking slowly in her fields at sunset, carrying two baskets, one full of green apples and one full of red ones, on her back. She was tired and the sun that shone over the land was, as per usual during that part of the year, scorching hot, meaning that Applejack was wearing clothes wet with sweat over her the equally-sweated light fur all over her body.

"One... last... load." applejack muttered to herself, as she walked up the steep hill on her hooves while keeping the baskets' belts on her shoulders with the help of her hands. Several drops of sweat came from her temples and slid down Applejack's head and neck until they joined other sweat drops in the neck of the green shirt she was wearing. Her muscles, both of her legs and of her arms ached terribly, making her stop to take a break every few steps, making the already-exhausting ordeal even more tiring. Once she was at the top of the hill where the barn was, Applejack sighed and put the baskets down carefully, before going under a tree's shade and laying in there, letting her hat fall over her eyes.

Even if she knew it was late, and that the risk of going to sleep now only to wake the next day still under the tree, with the need to carry those baskets full of apples that she hadn't brought into the barn, in addition to the quota of apples she had to harvest the next day, without getting any proper sleep -- or a shower, for that matter.

But Applejack was too tired to care about that now. All she wanted to do now was rest. Shortly after closing her eyes, Applejack felt herself doze off, the only annoyance begin a light buzz...

When she woke up, Applejack felt cold hitting her body. But she could easily tell that she wasn't feeling cold due to a nightly breeze hitting her, rain or something like that. No, she felt that she was cold due to the contact between her wet fur and metal.

"U-oh. Odd." She thought, as she tired to flutter her tired eyes open.

Opening her eyes slowly, Applejack quickly realized that she wasn't in her orchards, or anywhere close to them. Instead, she was lying on her back in a round, shiny metal room which had nothing on Surgery Rooms of the hospitals.

"Where am I?" She said to nobody in particular, as she got up on her hooves. Looking around her, Applejack saw some additional details that she had missed at a first glance. First of all, the center of the room was slightly convex, with a metal grid in the middle. A long series of coot hangers was placed in what it looked like a niche in the wall at Applejack's left. When she turned behind her, she saw a rectangle whose appearance suggested the fact that it was a door. However, the lack of any kind of handle to use for open it, making it look like a false door.

Not that it stopped Applejack from trying to open it up, by putting her arms on the side and trying to push to the left. When this failed, she changed side, pushing from the right, but both attempts only made her feel tired and make little scratches on the metal.

As Applejack stopped for look at the door state, a metallic voice from seemingly nowhere said.

The female will slowly undress. It will go in the center and clean itself with the provided cleaning products.

Applejack turned around her, startled by the sudden hissing voice.

"Who's there? Where are you?" she said, looking around the room for anything -- anything -- from where the voice could have come from, but, in her research around the room, Applejack saw some holes in the ceiling in the center of the room, but she doubted they were the speakers due to how clear the speech was and how little echo it had. The lights that gave light to the room were, naturally, not good candidates as speakers.

The voice repeated the order, which made Applejack sigh and shrug, as she unbuttoned her trousers and dropped them down on the floor. Sure, she didn't know where she was, but a free shower was a free shower, and she wasn't going to give that up, not with the tension she was feeling and the smell she could feel she was emanating.

Applejack removed her white granny panties, her shirt and her white, red polka-dotted bra, leaving a gust of cool wind to hit all of her body, exposed fanny included, which made her look around hurriedly for the coat hangers, so that she could get her warm shower as soon as possible. Once she had found them at her left, once she had left the clothes hanging on there, she moved to the center of the room, where she assumed the water was going to fall down, standing up and still like a soldier would.

When the warm water hit her hair and her wide shoulders, she was also hit with a huge wave of relief. She started to scrub herself clean with just her hands, starting from her shoulders, which she massaged for get them to loosen up, passing then to clean her big and compact breasts. The fact that she was doing so in an unknown enviroment didn't matter to her right now, what it mattered was cleaning and relaxing after a long day passed in harvesting apples.

The female shall clean up its genitalia properly

Those words brought Applejack back to reality, and, when she did, she noticed that the water had gone from its usual transparent look, to a purplish colour, that however didn't leave stains onto Applejack's fur and acted like water just fine.

That is, until some drops reached Applejack's privates. At this point, Applejack felt filled by a tingling sensation in her belly and lower body, as she started to frantically clean up her labia, unsure why was doing it with fervor, but not caring enough to stop and question it. As she kept cleaning herself down there and elsewhere, Applejack felt her worries disappear, while her appetite for something else rose.

"I feel horny... this ain't right," she muttered to herself, as the shower slowly shut itself off "but... I don't know. I don't know if this is right considered the situation." Suddenly, she felt a surge going from her vagina to her brain, which she clouded her vision briefly, making her mutter "Then again, who cares?"

The female will now exit the cleaning bay.

The voice said this, and the apparent false door lowered itself to reveal a dark corridor. Applejack, after a brief moment of stupor and confusion, flung herself to the corridor without any thought, which caused further confusion in Applejack.

"Why did I do that?" She said, stepping inside, still dripping with water, as a loud whirring sound was followed by a gust of hot air hitting her leg. This gust pushed her to ran through the corridor, clanking at every step, the hot air making her fur and hair somewhat fuzzy in the process.

Applejack noticed, in her rush through the wind-blowing gallery, that entire body had been dried, but her vagina was still somewhat dripping.

"Odd." She muttered to herself, as walked inside the next room while looking at her pussy dripping alternatively with a semi-transparent gray liquid and the purple "water" of before. As soon as she touched the external labia with her right index, she felt a shiver of pleasure passing through her spine, which made her hiss in appreciation.

"Okay, apparently my vagina works at the slightest provocation." Once again, her vision was clouded and she said, while holding her temples "Very good."

"What did I just said?" Applejack muttered to herself, not understand why this had happened again.

"Gah, I think I'm going crazy," She said, as she looked at the room she was in now. The room was round still, but, instead of a waste grate and a depression in the ground, there was something looking like a gray metal pedestal, with a pair of black burly handcuff-like objects hanging, and what looked like dark metal shackles with some lights in points.

"What is that? Is that a torture machine? But why?" applejack said, turning around, only to see that the door had been closed behind her in the meanwhile. Sighing, Applejack looked at the contraption again, sighing.

"That's the only place i can go to now," she felt her vision cloud once more "And the only one i want to!"

Shrugging at her own statement, Applejack walked up to the machine, stepping up on the base of the "podium." As soon as she did that, three mechanical arms started to swirl around her, immediately closing the shackles around her ankles, while other four robot arms held Applejack's arms up, setting them in the unusual handcuffs, all while a single arm teased Applejack by tickling her pucker.

Applejack grunted and moaned of pleasure almost against her will, not struggling as her body was set into place while, at the same time, it was twitching, her tail doing little to swat away the teasing arm.

When this was finally over, with a mechanical roar, a long and thin transparent tube was lowered, while something else poked applejack's butt cheeks. Looking behind her, Applejack saw a purple cylindrical object with a blunted-out tip attached to a simple-looking spring mechanism coming out from under her position, while another arm put a shiny metal ring, only a hinge present, around her torso, so to keep the tail out of the way.

"Are they... going to stick that up my butt?" applejack said unsure, before being recalled by a sudden pleasing sensation to her vagina, which made her look in front of her. She saw the arm that had been teasing her spreading her pussy's labia apart, while the tube approached her pee hole. Applejack really wanted to slap it away, but the lack of mobility made her just a horny and terrified spectator of what was happening to her. The tube, with a small plopping sound, was inserted in Applejack's urethra, making her howl out a cry of both discomfort and pleasure, which kept going as the tube went deeper and deeper inside, stopping only when, seemingly, it had reached her bladder's walls.

Another couple of arms moved her legs apart, helped by the shackles, which seemingly got lighter and beeped. Applejack spread her legs and, as soon as she was deemed in a perfect position, the shackles turned off and went back to be heavy again.

"Weird things..."

Applejack then saw a arm that took her by her chin. Applejack shook her head around, trying to have at least one victory over the machine, but, sadly, failing to do so, as it managed to put Applejack's chin high up in the air and her jaw kept open. From the ceiling, a small trickle of a blue sparkly substance -- which tasted like milk mixed with iron to Applejack -- was dropped inside Applejack's troath.

Applejack cringed at the taste and tired to frown. With a cough, expelled some drops of the sparkly liquid, before it went the right way into her intestines. As soon as the liquid was inside her, Applejack felt her lower body ache, which made her legs twitch a bit.

"I gotta use the little fillies' room," she muttered to herself "I hope they are going to be done soon..."
Time passed, and Applejack felt her need to pee only get stronger second by second. Slowly but surely, a screeching sound was heard, and, very shortly after, there was a snapping sound.

Applejack felt something ramming violently in her butt, which, after a vain attempt to clench her butthole close, both pleased her and caused her to pee out a small trickle of urine, which traveled quickly inside the transparent tube up to whatever container was attached to. There was another, faster but no less strong push, which got up her anus for about 15 centimeters, and that made Applejack moan, as her marehood started to drip, another small trickle of urine exiting from the tube inserted inside her urethrae.

The dildo increased speed and reduced depth of penetration, but that didn't stop Applejack from still dripping arousal, while her mind was busy in thinking that at least the anal invader wasn't pushing any further, because the first time the probe had entered, she had almost soiled herself. The probe started to vibrate, as it kept its routine up, the warm waste liquid still passing through the tube at each slam.

After a bit, her bladder, as if feeling incited by all that slamming, finally released itself completely. As this happened, Applejack saw stars, the true bliss making Applejack lose the sense of self, as the relief of peeing tied itself to the sexual pleasure given by the dildo still ramming into her ass.

As this happened, Applejack kept her lounge out hanging, rolling her eyes, as her pussy still produced juices and urine like if there was no tomorrow. The dildo had started to vibrate and push in a more irregular manner, sometimes barely penetrating her ass, sometimes going all the way up, sometimes at a snail's pace, sometimes at the speed of a cheetah on fire.

Then drops of a yellow warm liquid started to slowly drip down from the ceiling.

The few abouts of rationality of Applejack made her question if that was urine. But the rest of her current mentality prevailed, sending her back into her state of mindless sexual arousal and satisfaction. The drops became trickles, and the trickles became streams and the streams cascades, and soon, Applejack was washed down by a veritable sea of urine, whose warmth spread all over Applejack's body, from her hair to her hooves, passing from her breasts and vagina, making for a pleasing tickling sensation all over the place.

She could not take it anymore. With her sensible part gone, Applejack, at a limit break, reached ecstasy, producing an orgasm so strong, it propelled her mare juices well beyond the platform she was standing on. All of this while her own urine kept flowing all over her athletic body and the dildo changed speed and depth at random intervals.

When Applejack's bladder slowly stopped itself slowly, so the golden shower obviously did and, without the warm golden liquid to keep up the flaming spirits of Applejack, the arms and the probe immediately retreated. Applejack felt that the ceiling of the entire ceiling was on her shoulders. She limply collapsed on her knees, but failed to hit the floor of in front of her due to the hand and ankle restrains, which basically caused to be hanging by her arms in an award position. The general tiredness she felt in her entire body made her pant heavily, as some sweat drops exited from her head and washed away part of the urine, which had started to dry out and form saline patches all over Applejack's fur, producing an unpleasant smell that spread out in the air. Her vagina finished dropping out the last drops of pleasure, before shutting off and going uncomfortably numb, while the tube was pulled out of the urethrae without too much fuss from either the machine or Applejack, the last drops of urine hitting the floor with a soft clicking sound.

Applejack cringed at the smell, waiting for something to happen, still panting. Now her mind was completely shut off, not a proper feeling but the coldness and the need to rest some more, so to gain the energies she had lost in that sex session.

Applejack heard a clicking sound mixed with a clanking sound coming from underneath her. With a great spending of will, Applejack got up and looked down, where she saw two arms, one opening up her numb vagina, the other bringing a small metal ring that seemed vibrating. Applejack tired to squint her eeys at it, but, in her lack of energies, she failed to understand the point of such an action. Not that she could think about it much longer, since the ring started vibrating while still on the arm. Then it before it got showed onto her clitoris. The result was her shrieking, a mini-orgasm and fainting.

The last thing she heard was an alarm sound and the screeching inter phone going.

Abort! Abort! Abort!

Applejack woke up with a headache and the sensation of having been inside a concrete mixer full of broken glass and raw diamonds.

"Gah... I feel like a wreck..." Applejack said, feeling something hard and rough at touch under her back, which made her woke up slowly and painfully. As she shifted her hooves around, she heard the sound of unpolished ceramic scratching other ceramic, along with a wood cracking.

Applejack, opening her eyes fully and painfully stretching her arms, saw that she wasn't under the tree, but atop her house The rural landscape that she saw was one of trees, gentle hills and bushes illuminated by the tender light of the rising sun. Applejack recognized them as her own orchards, which made Applejack crack a grin.

"How did I manage to get onto my house's roof?" She sniffed at herself, smelling the odor of piss on her fur, and, looking down, she saw sh was completely bare. Applejack instinctively covered her vagina with her tail and covered her breasts with her left arm, as she blushed softly.

"Why am I naked? Why do I smell of piss all over? And just what the hell did I do for dream of having a shower with own urine?" Applejack sighed, as she turned around, looking for ways to descend. "At least I'm not on the other side of the town. Going around town like this wouldn't be very pleasant."

That said, Applejack noticed the ladder left by her brother the day before. Applejack sighed.

"Bless my brother's slowness in fixing things," she said, slowly climbing the ladder down "otherwise I was going to stay up there for a looong time... but let's go get dressed now."