A Bad Day at the Spa

Applejack grit her teeth as the prince forced his way into her arse. The bastard had only barely lubed up, meaning he could slip in and out, but the friction would soon result in pain, likely in the form of inflammation.

"Oh, this is marvelous," panted the prince, reaching full depth. "Truly, this is the pinnacle of sexual congress." He began to pull back, slowly. "I'm so glad you suggested this!"

Applejack, of course, thought it was bullshit that her words were being so misinterpreted. She would have preferred to go back to the dream at the farm, eating breakfast and building a desk. What could be a better morning than a good meal and putting together something that would see good use? Instead, she was here, having dry anal sex with a stallion she didn't even like.

As he thrust his way back in, more swiftly this time, his balls slapped against her pussy. If she'd just kept her mouth shut and said nothing, he'd be there, instead. Certainly, that wouldn't have been enjoyable, but neither would it be as painful. She could only blame herself for this particular turn of events.

Or perhaps, she could blame whoever was controlling the dream. It wasn't Luna. Or maybe it was, and she'd just decided that she hated Applejack, but that was unlikely. It was probably some sicko who derived pleasure from watching her struggle. She could blame Rarity, for not telling her about this part of the treatment, though she really didn't want to, as she wanted to believe that Rarity was being genuine when she said this was the most luxurious, relaxing spa in Equestria. She could even blame Sapphire Shores, for giving Rarity a spot here at the spa, knowing that it engaged in such shady practices, but even then, it seemed unlikely, as it was a gift to Rarity, on whom she relied for outfits.

"I can't stand it anymore," moaned Applejack. "I need to see your face!"

She rolled over, twisting the cock in her arse in a way that was painful to Applejack, and surely would have been painful for the prince. Oddly, neither of them showed any signs of discomfort, As Applejack could feel her face being joyful despite the agony, and the prince wasn't real.

"I could kiss you," he sighed, picking up the speed of his hips.

"Then do so!" shouted Applejack, craning her head upward. "Kiss me!"

As his tongue dug into her mouth, she noted that once more, he was strawberry-flavoured. Her jaw was held open, but finding that she had some control of her tongue, she worked to keep it away from him, in the hopes that she'd be able to eat strawberries in the future without being reminded of this dream.

He began thrusting again, even faster this time, as if he hadn't forced enough on her. Even with the increased speeds, he was going further out and deeper in. He panted into her mouth, and even his breath tasted of strawberries. At the very least, he'd popped off pretty quickly at dinner, so he should be about to reach his climax, if there was any consistency within the dream.

"I'm almost there," he whined into her face. "I'm so close..."

"Do it," cried Applejack. "Breed me. Breed me, please!"

Ripping his flared tip out of her anus, he shoved it all the way up her pussy, hilting her in a single go. At the very least, her dream designer had made her soaking wet to allow for smoother entry. Whoever it was thought she was having a good time, and to any outside observer, it might have seemed that way. She kept acting as if she wanted it, and saying she wanted it, and perhaps Rarity even did, but Applejack was just being strung along.

She felt the burst of semen flooding into her womb after only a few pumps. It was a fairly hefty load, and if he was fertile, Rarity would now be carrying royal offspring destined to be great. This was the end goal, or so Applejack hoped. After all, what else could this all be building to?

The prince flopped down on the bed, completely spent, but with no discharged fluids covering him. He was clean. She was clean, too. It was all inside of her, and it wasn't even leaking out to ruin her dress. Hell, the dress even expanded, as promised in the fashion show, to match her new figure.

She crawled over to the prince and curled up on his chest, using it as a pillow and somehow not rubbing off any of her makeup. "You were wonderful," she cooed. "The best I've ever had." That was an outright lie. Both Applejack and Rarity had bedded Thunderlane, at different times, and he was way better in bed than this goon. Why Rarity was lying, Applejack didn't know, but there was at least one explanation. "There wouldn't happen to be a princess in your life in need of a beautiful dress, would there?"

"Not a princess, but hopefully, soon to be a royal consort. That is, somepony to wed that will give birth to my foals."

"Sounds like the luckiest pony in the world."

He produced a gold band with a massive diamond. "What say you?"

Applejack snuggled in closer. "I do."

With that, the dream faded to black, and moments later, Applejack awoke in the spa. She could feel her skin being scrubbed by the bath attendant, and looking around, she saw two other ponies chatting softly by one of the doors.

"Welcome back," smiled the bath attendant. "We're almost done, and we'll be moving you into the mud bath soon. How do you feel?"

Applejack took a deep breath. "Honestly?"

"Yes, honestly. You should feel mentally refreshed and physically, well, a little bit sensitive."

"Oh, Ah feel real sensitive," Applejack huffed, being released from her restraints, as they were no longer necessary. "Which one a' y'all was the one controllin' the dream?"

"That would be me," said a stallion, stepping forward. "I take a lot of pride in every detail. I trust that your experience was once-in-a-lifetime?"

As he presented his face to bask in the praise he was sure he deserved, it was quickly and violently knocked to the floor by Applejack's hoof. "How dare you?!"