>you are Anon, and you are currently standing in front of a supply closet
>not just any supply closet though, the Rich family supply closet
>you'd been looking for a job for months since your arrival in Equestria
>well, you'd been looking for a job for months AFTER you'd finally accepted the fact that somehow you'd been transported to a world of magical talking horses
>unfortunately, you hadn't been able to find one
>apparently, nobody wanted to hire some gangly hairless ape from an alternate dimension
>go figure
>but that had changed two days ago when the Rich family had begun hiring new household staff
>as you learned, after your boss' daughter had stood up to her mother, the household staff took her lead and started demanding better treatment as well
>this led to a slew of quitting and firings which had left the family in "desperate" need of new staff
>that's where you came in
>it turns out, having arms with hands makes you much quicker cleaning than most of the earth pony staff
>which is why when your boss, Filthy Rich, and his wife had to go out of town for several days to meet with some big shot in Canterlot about a major business deal, they asked you to manage cleaning the mansion
>alone, to give the other three cleaning ponies a vacation
>a bribe to keep them from quitting, you'd guess
>they must've been desperate, considering they left a new hire without training alone in their mansion
>but you don't want to lose this job or leave town, so you'll try your best
>now here you are, ready to clean the hell out of this mansion
>you decide to start by mopping
>yeah, you've seen janitor characters do that on television
>and that's basically what you are now
>the mopping takes most of the day though
>it's slow going with all these carpeted floors
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>it's late afternoon, and you've just put the mop away and are trying to figure out what a good cleaning person would do next
>suddenly, you hear the front door open downstairs, followed by the echoing sound of hoofsteps clicking on the hardwood floor of the entryway
>the spotless entryway, you think to yourself proudly
>you walk down the hallway to the balcony overlooking the front entrance
>it's your boss' daughter, Diamond Tiara
>"Father?" the pink filly calls into the empty hall
>"Mother?" she calls with a less hopeful tone to her voice
>"Randolph?"
>you recognize that name as one of the house staff you'd been introduced to yesterday
>"Is anypony home?" she asks as she begins walking towards the main hall
"Hey, up here!"
>the filly turns her head towards the balcony you're looking down from and lets out a little "eep" when she sees you, but she relaxes when she sees the "Rich's Barnyard Bargains" pin you've pinned to your suit to identify yourself as an employee
>you rush over to the nearby stairs down and soon are standing in the entrance hall with the earth pony
"Diamond Tiara, right? Don't worry, your father hired me to clean the house while he's out of town."
>"Out of town?"
>wait, what?
>"What do you mean father's out of town?"
>she doesn't know?
"Your mom and dad went to Canterlot for a couple days on business..."
>your voice trails off as you realize your boss left his kid here, essentially alone, for days without telling her
>clearly, she's realized it too, because you can see tears begin to well up in her eyes
>she quickly wipes them away with a foreleg and looks back at you
>"So, it's just me and the house staff for a few days?"
"Um, actually, the rest of the house staff were given vacation while your parents are gone. It's just me."
>you feel extremely bad about this, despite it not being your fault
>"Oh. Okay. Well, I'll be in my room, I guess. Just, let me know before you head home for the night."
>as she walks past you and turns down the hall towards her bedroom, you can see she's shaking
>whether from sadness or anger, you're not sure
>you think about consoling her, but it seems like she wants to be alone right now
>besides, you've got cleaning to do
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>you'd opted to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening dusting
>you weren't entirely sure how to determine what needed dusting, so you'd basically just tried dusting everything
>except for anything in Diamond Tiara's bedroom
>you'd passed the closed door a handful of times as you'd wrapped up the day, and what you heard as you went by had gone from sniffling, to light sobbing, to silence
>now you're getting ready to head home for the night, and you just hear heavy breathing
>she asked you to let her know before you head home
>but what if she still wants to be alone?
>you knock lightly on the door
>you hear some kind of squeal, clearly Diamond Tiara
>you take that as a signal to come in
>bad call
>the first thing that strikes you opening the door isn't the pink-sheeted, queen-sized bed dominating the center of the room
>nor is it the surprising number of stuffed animals, most of which are scattered on the floor around the bed
>it's the pink earth pony filly lying on the bed, eyes closed, with her forehoof lodged in her cunt, rubbing herself furiously
>oh fuck
>you need to not be here right now
>you quickly try to close the door, and almost succeed in getting out quietly, if not for the seemingly-deafening *click* of the door as you close it
>you hear a gasp from inside the room, and immediately turn to make yourself scarce
>before you can even take three steps from the door, it opens behind you
>damn she was fast
>"Anon? Did you open my door?"
>she sounds... upset?
>like a parent asking a child if they broke a rule when they already know the answer
>you open your mouth to respond, but you really don't know what to say
>before you can form a reply, though, you're knocked to the ground
>Diamond Tiara is standing on your chest
>did she topple you herself?
>holy shit she's strong
>"Why'd you come into my room, Anon? Hoping to get a glimpse of me? Maybe you wanted to spend some time with me now while we're ALL ALONE?"
"What? No, I was just coming by to tell you I was heading home, like you asked!"
>"Oh really? Then why did you just open the door without asking to come in?"
"I knocked! I heard your voice and thought it was okay to open the door."
>"A likely story. Just wait until my father hears about you peeking in on his underage daughter. You won't just be fired, he'll get you thrown in prison!"
>fuckfuckfuck
>this is happening
>you're going to be thrown in Equestrian prison
>you won't last there
>not when you've been arrested for spying on a filly
>"Who'll ponies believe, some alien creature or an innocent filly all alone?"
>wow, she's really focusing on this all alone thing
>is she just taking her anger about her parents out on you?
>because this is not the right way to do it
>as she's standing on you, she walks up your chest until her face is right above yours
>you consider attempting to throw her off, but you don't want to hurt her
>you begin to sweat as you consider just how easily this filly could ruin your life
>"Now, now, Anon. Don't get so nervous. Maybe I won't tell my father about how you're a pervert."
>what's she playing at?
>also, rude
>she smirks at you, and you know whatever she's planned can't be good
>"All you'll have to do to keep your job, and your butt out of prison, is do your job."
>what
>"You've been hired by the Rich family to take care of the house, and everything in it, while my parents are away. Since they've left me here, that includes me. And since my parents are gone, I'm the only member of the Rich family to give you instructions on how to do your job. So all you'll have to do for your job is follow my instructions."
>that is some backwards child-logic if you've ever heard it
"Diamond T-"
>her right forehoof quickly reaches up and covers your mouth
>you close your mouth in time to avoid tasting it, but this close you can definitely smell it
>there's a slight smell of sweat, but a much muskier scent is emanating from it that kills whatever other thoughts you were having
>this is the hoof Diamond Tiara had been... pleasuring herself with when you saw her
>"And another thing. You work for me. And the help should address their employer with the proper respect. You will call me 'Miss Tiara'. Are we clear?"
>her hoof is still over your mouth, so you just nod your head
>this is humiliating
>you're going to be blackmailed by this child?
>no way
>screw not hurting her, bitch deserves it at this point
>you begin to reach your arm up to push her off, when your arm is slammed back to the ground
>the filly's left foreleg is pushing against your upper arm, pinning it to the ground
>what the fuck, how strong is she?
>she is an earth pony, which you know are stronger than other ponies, but this is ridiculous
>"Nuh-uh, Anon. You don't want to hurt me. How much more convincing do you think it'll look to the police when I tell them you tried to rape me if I'm covered in bruises?"
>you stop struggling
>"And even if that isn't enough to keep you from trying to hurt me, you probably don't want to go to pony prison with a couple ribs already broken, do you?"
>she taps one of her hindhooves on your chest and you flinch
>could she actually do that kind of damage?
>thinking of it, a horse back on Earth totally could
>and she may be small, but she's got that crazy earth pony strength
>her grin grows even more malicious
>"So we're agreed. You'll do everything I say without trying to resist, and I won't tell anypony about how you tried to take advantage of me. Deal?"
>you nod slowly
>"I'm not sure I believe you just yet. Prove it to me."
>she leans in closer to your face, pressing her hoof harder against your mouth
>"Do what you're here to do. Clean."
>does she want you to do what you think she wants you to do?
>the wicked look in her eyes as she grins down at you tells you you're probably spot on
>"Well, go on."
>this is just nasty
>but it's this or accusations of rape
>neither is particularly pleasant, but this is short term at least
>you crack your mouth open just slightly and slide out the tip of your tongue testingly
>she smiles down at you as you poke the bottom of her hoof with your tongue
>for the briefest moment you almost think you can see her shudder just a bit
>"Come on, Anon, you can do better than that. Really put your back into it. Or, mouth as the case may be."
>you'd roll your eyes at how lame that sounded, but you're a bit busy right now
>you open your mouth a bit wider to stick your tongue out more, and 'Miss Tiara' raises her hoof up just enough to allow you to continue
>you take a quick, cautious lick of the underside of her hoof
>honestly, not as bad as you expected
>the strongest taste you get from your first lick is salt, probably mostly from dried sweat
>then there's the light earthy taste you might have expected from a creature who walks barehoof outside frequently
>underlying it all is... a tang?
>it's not sour, and you're able to place it rather quickly
>it's HER taste
>although it would appear she wiped off her hoof after pleasuring herself, that lingering musk you smelled earlier accompanies the residual taste of her
>tight
>filly
>pussy
>nonono
>those thoughts need to stay down
>that's exactly the kind of thinking she's going to be accusing you of having
>speaking of needing to stay down, Lil' Anon better not get any funny ideas
>"Keep going. I want it sp-spotless."
>you almost consider pointing out that her hoof wasn't visibly dirty to begin with, but you're stopped when you register that brief hitch in her voice
>you look up at her face, and see that she's biting her lower lip
>she's enjoying this
>a lot
>but is it the power, or is it her hooves?
>you look into her eyes as you lick along her underhoof again
>she bites down even harder on her lip
>if she likes this enough, maybe it'll convince her to let you go without saying anything to anyone?
>you continue to lick her hoof, now taking long licks from the bottom to the tip
>the longer you go on, the more you get used to her taste
>and the more it looks like she's losing herself in the feeling
>after several minutes of hoof-licking, she pulls her hoof fully away
>are you done?
>please be done
"Will that be all, Miss Tiara?"
>you hope that using the name she told you to will appease her more
>"Not just yet, Anon."
>she moves her right forehoof onto your left upper arm, and places her left hoof over your mouth
>"You've still got this one to clean."
>let's just get this over with
>you start in on licking her new hoof
>you had gotten used to the taste on her other hoof, but now you find yourself almost disappointed
>she didn't use this hoof on herself
>her taste isn't there
>you realize you're missing the taste of an underage filly's juices on her hoof and feel disgusted
>unfortunately, all this thinking about a filly's sexual fluids wakes Lil' Anon up
>you feel the tightening in your pants as you slowly begin to grow erect
>shit, you need to wrap this up, fast
>you quicken your licks, and begin licking more aggresively, pushing your tongue harder into the soft pink flesh of Diamond Tiara's underhoof
>you can hear her breathing speed up, but you keep going, determined to clean her hoof to satisfaction as quickly as possible so you can go home and figure out what to do about your new situation
>your tounge presses particularly hard against her underhoof, and she lets out a quiet gasp
>*splat*
>you feel something hit your chest, and you flinch, anticipating a kick
>you've stopped licking as you look up at her and see her blushing fiercely
>and then you feel something warm seep through the fabric of your suit
>it doesn't take a genius to figure out where the liquid came from
>the blushing filly quickly hops off of you and steps back
>"Y-You've done a good job today, Anon. You can go home for the night. I'll have left for school when you return tomorrow. Continue whatever cleaning you were doing earlier until I return tomorrow afternoon. Good night."
>you hear her bedroom door slam shut
>now that she's gone, you pull yourself back up and stand, alone in the hallway
>you look down at your chest, and sure enough, you can just make out a spot of liquid
>you try to wipe it up as best you can, but it's mostly soaked into your suit already
>were you just blackmailed by a filly into licking her hooves until she got so aroused she started dripping on you?
>and you were expected to come back tomorrow
>you exit the mansion, locking the front door on your way out
>you have a lot to think about