A Bad Day at the Spa

Applejack continued to suck, her nose only opening up and letting her breathe after she started to bob her head. Of course, her hair and makeup helped her along, grabbing ahold of her head and forcing her down. The gloves helped to spread his legs and caress his thighs, and the cuff bracelets may as well have been gilded shackles.

"Fabulous on stage, and fabulous in bed," sighed the prince above the table. "Is there anything you're not good at?"

Applejack couldn't answer, of course, but since this was Rarity's dream, there probably wasn't anything she couldn't do, aside from not sucking this cock. Even so, she seemed to be good at it, with Applejack unable to bite down to prove otherwise.

"Excusez-moi, monsieur," came the voice of the waiter. "Is mademoiselle finished with her meal?"

"Yes, I believe so. She's just in the restroom."

Applejack listened in anguish as the plate that held the food was removed from the table and carried off. On top of everything, the only thing that she'd eaten today was dick, and that included outside of the dream. She'd skipped lunch in favour of a nap, and breakfast wasn't an option because she was busy. Supper was going to have to carry a lot of weight tonight.

It wasn't much longer before she felt his dick throbbing, and her entire ensemble forced her all the way down. If she stuck out her tongue, she could easily touch the bottom of his balls, but there was little need, as their contents were being dumped into her throat.

This couldn't be the first date, as Rarity absolutely wouldn't put out on the first date like this, but she would swallow. Rainbow Dash had asked her once if she would spit it out or take it to the face, and Rarity said she would swallow without question. Spitting was unladylike, and she didn't want it dirtying up her precious mane. Pinkie replied that she had stashes all over Ponyville with wipes, to keep her face bright and shiny no matter what, but that she never used them because stallions were always happiest when she swallowed, and she wanted to make them smile.

Once she'd choked down all of the penis paste, she was allowed back up, and Applejack pulled back with such force that her head hit the table, making it clatter loudly before she came out from underneath it. She tried to run, but her attire forced her back into the chair, picking up her napkin as the waiter came back.

"My, my, that was the most delicious thing I've ever tasted," she said, dabbing at the corners of her mouth. "So flavourful and rich. I'd expect nothing less from a prince."

"I am glad to hear you enjoyed, madame," bowed the waiter. "Monsieur has already taken care of the bill, while you were "powdering your nose," as it were."

"Oh, yes, thank you."

The prince reached across the table and took her hoof. "With that settled, let's go back to my suite, shall we?"

Applejack really didn't want to do that, and as she pulled away, her own voice actually rang out. "Hnnng! My arse, you will!!"

The whole dream, Applejack included, seemed to freeze for a bit, as if time itself had stopped, and then started right back up again.

"If you insist," shrugged the prince. "I had meant to keep our bedroom fun private, but I suppose the public will find out soon enough."

The public would find out soon enough. Because Applejack was going to make clear the shady practises taking place at the spa.

Through the front door to the restaurant they went, and despite being able to see the streets of Canterlot through the front window, stepping through let them into a bedroom, with a large, heart-shaped bed. A large chandelier of two ponies of indeterminate gender engaged in some kind of debauchery hung over the bed. And yet, all Applejack could think about was "Where in Equestria do they make these beds?"

Her thoughts remained silent as the dress and accessories carried her, despite her internal protests, over to the bed. As her chest slipped down to the mattress, her tail lifted itself, with some of the hairs even ripping themselves out with how hard Applejack was pulling against them. Try as she might, though, her hind end was now fully exposed.

"No panties, ey?" chuckled the prince, rubbing his hoof against her flank. If Applejack could kick, she would, but her high heels pulled her legs apart, instead, giving him better access. "You know, I was feeling a bit odd about what was said back at the restaurant. I'm not usually that kind of stallion, and I hadn't expected you to be such a playful little minx. Still, I've given some thought to your suggestion, and I think it's the right call. For fun, anyway."

"Yes, I thought so, too," came Rarity's voice. "I just couldn't wait to tell you, but I've always wanted it."

What they were talking about, Applejack could only wonder. The only suggestions made were to suck him off and go back to his place, both of which came from the prince himself. Rarity hadn't suggested anything as far as she'd heard, and Applejack certainly hadn't suggested that they do anything. If she had, "Let's just be good friends" would have been her opening line. But with the decorations around here, what with the lewd paintings of mares and stallions in all manner of filthy poses and enacting filthy scenes, it was very clear to her that his name would not be changed to "Prince Just Friends."

The same was true of the way he grabbed and rubbed her genitals. "You have such a lovely pussy. As magnificent as your dresses are, and as spectacular as your makeup is, neither gives justice to your smooth, buttery skin. Truly, even without these clothes, you would be the most exquisite mare in Equestria."

"Well, take them off, then," thought Applejack. "They're what's holding me here."

"Don't worry, I won't tear or stain them. You will leave this room looking just as beautiful as you did when you entered. The mess will be inside of you."

His hooves moved up to her hips, and then slipped down around her waist. She could feel his shaft pressing up between her breasts, rubbing his hardened flesh against her soft skin. "You're going to cum inside me?" she asked.

"As your demanded back at the restaurant," he smiled, placing his tip right beneath her tail. "In your arse, I will..."