A Bad Day at the Spa

Applejack found herself sitting in a restaurant with the prince. She'd never heard of this one before, but apparently, Rarity had. The detail in his face was remarkably crisp, from small bumps to tiny wrinkles. Whoever had been in charge of designing his face had clearly spent a fair amount of time looking at him to have such an intimate knowledge.

She wasn't sure if they'd already ordered, but she was hungry. The mall hadn't offered her a food court, she didn't have any of Aunt Brown Betty's turnovers, and there wasn't a buffet at the fashion show. At least being at the restaurant meant dinner was coming soon.

"So, tell me about yourself," came Rarity's voice. It was welcome, as Applejack didn't even know who this stallion was.

"Well, my great, great, great grandsire was King Pyrite. He led his forces to conquer the native ponies of what is now southern Course. Many of them were dragon-worshipping fools who weren't even smart enough to understand old Ponish. They used their lands for frivolous things like shrines, and considered their mountains sacred. Well, after civilizing the lands and driving out the dragons, he built his castle on top of the highest mountain in the land."

"Fascinating," cooed Rarity, though Applejack thought it was both a horrifying thought and also not an answer to the question. "Please, go on."

Applejack tried to stand up and walk away, not wanting to take part in this conversation, but her dress held her down, her gloves stuck to the table and shoes bound to the floor. She was stuck listening to him prattle on about how his family drove off the ponies that used to live in that area, rather than finding an agreeable solution to live in harmony. The only good part was that every second generation, the cruelty seemed to have been balanced out, and the hope that her food was coming soon.

"My father, you see, has opened up trade agreements with the Gryphons of Griffinstone, and this is such a terrible idea that the cycle will be offset, which will, in turn, make me the most successful king in the history of the nation."

That didn't make any sense at all. "That makes perfect sense, your highness." Trading with the gryphons could very easily gain favour with them, and they were a powerful ally to have. Even Twilight had thought so, and had asked Rainbow Dash to help smooth things over, as she had prior relations with them.

Before her rage could boil over, their waiter approached. "Here we are," he said, placing their plates on the table. "Your main courses."

Applejack's anger suddenly skyrocketed. The "main course" was seven tortilla chips arranged around maybe half a cup's worth of three different salsas, all stuck together to stand up straight with a cilantro leaf on top. That was, half a cup total, not half a cup of each. If this was the main course at a fancy restaurant, it was no wonder all the famous models were thin and under thirty. They were all starving to death on these tiny portions! In fact, the number of chips she had didn't even account for a single tortilla!

"My, how lovely," she said in Rarity's voice. "It's so delectable, I almost don't want to bite into it."

That did it. Even if it was a tiny, minuscule crumb that wouldn't provide her enough nutrition to so much as climb a set of stairs, Applejack still wanted to eat it. She began yanking at her hooves, trying to pull herself clear of the gloves and devour the pittance of food, probably in two or three bites, if not to fill her up, then to at least taste it. But her clothing held tight. she wasn't going anywhere, and she certainly wasn't going to ruin her figure with such a salty meal.

"Well, if you like, I have something just as flavourful under the table," smirked the prince. "What do you say? Are you feeling naughty tonight?"

As if her makeup had come alive, it pulled Applejack's cheeks back into a lecherous smile. Her mane grabbed hold of her head; the necklace, her neck, and together, they forced her to nod. Even more, her dress caused her to slide down in her chair, as if she were actually going through with this.

This had to be a mistake. Rarity had made it clear to everypony she ever met that she was a proper lady. Never in her wildest dreams would she debase herself by sliding under the table like this, let alone what Applejack knew was coming next. Or rather, who was cumming next.

Tiny dribbles of clear liquid dripped from his tip. Applejack tried to pull away, but her lipstick was pulling harder than she could. It was a dream, so she could probably survive her lips being pulled straight off, and it might even wake her up, but her outfit wouldn't let her go. She didn't want to suck of this pompous, arrogant loser whose lineage pattern foretold his downfall, and whose demeanor seconded that statement.

As her lips touched his tip, her nose closed. She'd lost her air supply. Granted, this was a dream, so she didn't need it, but after a few seconds of holding her breath, her lungs began to burn. She needed air, and the only way she could suck it in was through her mouth. Applejack sighed. Internally, anyway, as her actions were being dictated by the beauty products. If her choice was to suck his dick, or be forced to suck his dick, it would probably be faster if she complied.

Down she went, and actually, it wasn't so bad. He tasted like strawberries. Perhaps Rarity actually did have something to do with this, as she loved strawberries. They were her favourite fruit, as Applejack had learned, because they were very sensual and sweet.

Of course, Rarity hadn't known that Applejack was listening, and always referred to apples being her favourite when she was around, praising the qualities that the fruits shared with Applejack and talking about how Ponyville and its many wonderful citizens would be in bad shape were it not for Sweet Apple Acres and the hard work that went into keeping everypony fed and happy, but Applejack knew the truth. And the truth was, Rarity would absolutely go down on a stallion if she thought sleeping with him would give her some kind of benefit, such as having a prince purchasing gowns for his entire court, and making her a princess. In fact, his lineage making him a failure would then mean that Rarity's child would be exactly as successful as the prince thought himself to be.

Unfortunately, this revelation did not bode well for the rest of Applejack's evening.