>You yawn from your position on the couch, bored.
 
>You've been watching a block of nothing but movies since you got up, and there was really nothing else to do.
 
>You sit up, feeling something poke you in the back... Oh, your headset. Maybe you can play some games if you're that bored.
 
>You set it on the table just as you hear your doorbell... What? Who could that even be?
 
>It's 5 pm on a Saturday... No one said they were coming over, unless it's your "friends" trying to lay low.
 
>You get up and slink to the door, not really motivated at all. With your luck, it was just a saleman or something.
 
>You swing open the door, not ready for whoever was on the other side.
 
>Ms. Screw.
 
>Your eyes widen and you feel your mouth drop open. She beams at you brighter, her usual smile looking even more uplifting than usual.
 
>Your eyes pan down and you tilt your head at what you see.
 
>She's wearing her maid outfit. On a day she's supposed to be off...? What does that even mean?
 
>Wait, her arms are behind her back...? Does she have a surprise?
 
>Your eyes shoot back up to hers and you find your voice, the suddenness of the situation wearing off.
 
"Ms... Ms. Screw?" You manage to say.  "What's going on...? Don't you have the day off?"
 
>She nods, but steps in anyway, closing the door with her foot as she shows you an envelope.
 
>It's from the maid agency... You take it slowly, unsure why'd they'd send you a letter in the first place. They have your number...
 
>You look up at Ms. Screw, but she's not there... Instead, she's already past you, in the living room. Okay then...
 
>You follow her, flopping on the couch next to her as she looks over at your wii console.
 
>You open the envelope slowly, getting her attention as you pull out the letter and set the envelope on the coffee table.
 
"Dear Anon. Y. Mous... We're very happy to send this letter as confirmation of your request to make Ms. Screw your permanent go-to maid.  We will upgrade her status and attire accordingly beginning her next week of service. Thank you again for bestowing this honor upon our company! ...Sincerely, The Equestrian Maid Service.
 
>You look over to her, a wide smile on her face as she looks from the letter to you, back and forth.
 
"...It was approved, Ms. Screw! You're my permanant maid now." You say happily, opening your arms wide for a hug.
 
>Ms. Screw lets out an adorable squeak and quickly takes you up on the offer, snuggling up close to your chest as she grins, her arms wrapped around you.
 
"Hahah, okay, okay... I'm really happy about it, too... They responded FAST!" You state, estatic about it.
 
>Ms. Screw looks up at you, her smile making you feel warm. Or it could be that she's pressed up against you.
 
>You set the letter down and return the hug, rejoicing in your embrace, rocking her back and forth slowly.
 
"Ah... Though, I promise I won't keep it such a sty all the time." You assure her.
 
>She gently nods her head, understanding you. She looks over to the table and smirks to herself.
 
>You follow her gaze and there's a stack of magazines for games that come every once in a while.
 
>You watch as she nudges the pile with her foot, tipping it over. She looks away, grinning mischeviously.
 
"Oh, hey...! I suppose you're gonna pick that up, huh?" You ask, folding your arms.
 
>She shrugs, leaning back on the couch herself. You share a laugh, realizing she needs a mess to clean, occassionally.
 
"... I was gonna play Mario Kart, today. Would you like to...?" You ask, reaching for the wii mote and hitting the power button on it.
 
>Miss Screw happily nods, clapping and bouncing excitedly. She springs off the couch and goes to get another controller from the massive TV cabinet, but...
 
>There isn't, really.
 
>The last spare you had you had got wrecked during one of the last parties you had.
 
>You do, however, admire the lovely moon in the middle of the day... Stripes and that bone placement again...
 
>You turn away as she looks back, squinting at the door as if you heard something.
 
"...Arf?" You hear her inquistively ask.
 
"Oh... there's only one. You can have first if you want, I'm gonna check the door."
 
>You get up and walk out, hearing Ms. Screw start up the game, but walk out of the room in the opposite direction...?
 
>You check out the window and see absolutely no one there, as you were expecting. Smooth... Though with Ms. Screw, she could've easily seen through you...
 
>You shudder at that thought and shrug it off, returning to the living room. You note that she's not back yet, and instead decide to go to the kitchen to make some popcorn.
 
>You walk into the kitchen and hear Ms. Screw's footsteps making their way from upstairs to the living room. They're really quick... Yikes.
 
>You reach up into the cabinets and pull out a bag of popcorn seeds and oil. You grab a pot from under the sink and wash it out before prepping the pot and pouring the seeds in.
 
>You hear the game being put into online mode, and before long, a character being selected.
 
>You can't remember character made what sound exactly, but you're sure she picked one of the dlc characters...
 
>You peek in and sure enough, you can see her hair cascading over the arm of the couch, and on screen... Isabelle on a motorcycle.
 
>You duck back into the kitchen, unsure why you're laughing to yourself. But you probably know.
 
>You sit boredly, listening to Ms. Screw play and bark excitedly at online play while the popcorn JUST starts to pop.
 
>You get up to get the pop-corn flavoring when you hear something. You whirl around to the door and see... Nothing. You still hear the game and still hear popcorn. Hm.
 
>You reach up into the cabinet and move some bottles around... Four cheese, parmesean... There it is. Nacho cheese.
 
>You gasp as soon as you grab it though. You feel arms wrap around you and something nuzzle against your back.
 
"...Phew... Don't scare me like that Ms. Screw..." You utter, looking back at her.
 
>She just smiles, her hair down and obscuring her face slightly. She's not in uniform any more: She's in one of your shirts, and it's so big it  acts like a dress for her.
 
>You smirk at her, noticing that she has some thigh-highs on as well. You turn and hear the popcorn kernels going crazy, so you check on the pot. Whew, it's nearly full! Give it a few more seconds...
 
"Arfarf...? Rrrrh?" She asks, pointing at the pot.
 
"Oh. Popcorn. To snack on while we play, you know?" You ask, taking it off the stove just as it begins to die down.
 
"....Afarfarf...?" She seems to ask.
 
>You don't know what that meant, but you think she meant "From the pot?"
 
>You look down at it and then think. You didn't want to make more dishes... but a bowl would be nice, you guess....
 
>You roll your eyes and grab a big bowl, taking some extra time to shovel it in the bowl and sprinke the flavoring on it.
 
>She giggles as you set the pot in the sink, vowing to clean it later. You turn and she's back on the game, bouncing excitedly.
 
>She moves fast. Scarily fast. But you think you'd be used to it by now...
 
>You trot in the room with the bowl, popping some in your mouth as you focus on the screen.
 
>She's playing really well. Almost... professionally well, if that's a thing for Mario Kart.
 
>You see her weave in and out, taking seriously sharp turns and drifting off of the leaders. She kept behind the leader at all times, waiting... For something.
 
>Suddenly a blue shell comes whizzing by and snipes the poor Toad out in front.  She grins.
 
>Just as he recovers, BAM. She hits him again with a red shell. And then shunts him off the road.
 
>You hear his wail of horror as she finishes in first, a satsified smile on her face. You're stuck with your mouth wide open as Isabelle hops happy on her motorcycle.
 
>You don't feel like playing suddenly... not if you're going up against a clever girl like this...!
 
>She plays a few more rounds, and each showcases her abilities... To adapt to a situation, to comeback from the entire lobby taking aim at her, to use every tool correct and precisely... You shiver at each first place win.
 
>But you fail to notice that she's staring at you, her lips in a pout. You've obviously piqued her interest with your reaction.
 
"A...Arf?" She asks, suddenly crawiing over to you on all fours on the couch.
 
"What? What? Oh. I was just... wow. I didn't expect you to be such a whiz at this game, Ms. Screw..." You admit.
 
>She simply giggles and wraps her arms around you, prompting you to put the bowl of popcorn down and let her do whatever it is she's planning.
 
>Your heart skips a beat as she nuzzles your face with her own, working her way down until She's resting her head on your lap, her face turned toward the tv.
 
>Before you can even adjust to her head in your lap, she hands you the wiimote and moves the bowl of popcorn out of her way. Oh.
 
>You silently look down at the wiimote and then Ms. Screw. She wants to see how you play...? Eh...
 
>You shrug and begin to play a bit. You don't do well... but...
 
>Ms. Screw giggles softly at each mis-adventure you have, even some that make you tilt your head in frustration.
 
>Eventually you get 1st and  breathe out from stress...
 
"Finally..." You joke,  setting the wiimote down after a few races.
 
>You look down and silently d'aw at what you see.
 
>Ms. Screw... Asleep. And slightly drooling into your lap.
 
>You chuckle and power the game off as you slowly slip from underneath her. You place a pillow under her hean and pat it softly as you think of what to do next...
 
>You wince as she rolls over and huffs in her sleep. You know this couch is comfy, but when it comes to sleeping it sucks unless you're not directly on it...
 
>You look down at yourself, ignoring the drool stain... You're not super strong, but maybe you'll pass enough to pick her up and move her....?
 
>You kneel and pause, listening to her rhythmic breathing. You hear it pause for a second as You slip your arms under her side and her legs.
 
>You lift, slowly and carefully. She's lighter than you'd expect, but still... Pretty heavy.
 
>You stand there for a second before slowly walking to the stairs and up them, looking down at Ms. Screw.
 
>She's still smiling, even in her sleep. You chuckle to yourself as you reach the top of the stairs and turn, being careful not to fall or stumble...
 
>You make it to your room. You hurry over to the side of the bed and set her down, breathing a sigh of relief.
 
>You take a second to catch your breath before standing up, proud of yourself that you carried her all the way up here in your condition... You turn to go clean up when you hear it.
 
"...Arf..."
 
>You freeze as you hear her sit up, and feel her wrap her arms around your right arm.
 
>You pause as you look over and see her pouting slightly, and feel her tugging you into bed.
 
"Aw... I brought you up here since you were tired, but I guess I could take a nap, to- Woah!"
 
>You cut off as you're suddenly flung onto the bed and she climbs on top of you, nuzzling your chest and neck affectionately.  
 
>You place your hands on her back, laughing as she's suddenly energized from her nap. She sits up, happily staring down at you.  
 
>You suddenly realize the position you're in and you blush, looking down and away.
 
"Oh... Um... This looks kinda... Eheh..." You mutter, lamely.
 
>You flick your eyes back to her and she doesn't have her normal wide smile.
 
>Instead, it's more like a sultry smirk, her eyes half-lidded as she slides her hands onto your chest...
 
>You snap down to them, thinking that you're imagining or seeing things. Then something clicks in your head.
 
>...What if she planned this? Fake napping so you would take her to a bed and then...
 
>You look back at her face and it's still that same smug "Gotcha." look.
 
>... Clever girl.
 
"...Hey, were you really asle-eee! Eee...Eep...!"
 
>You begin squeaking as she suddenly rises and bounces on your lap, giggling all the while.
 
>You squint at her a bit, biting your lip as you realize her intent. She stops after a particularly hard bounce, wigging in place on your lap and leaning forward on your chest.
 
>She's giving you a look, almost daring you to say something about it as she continues to giggle, obviously thrilled at your reaction...
 
>Well, reactions. You're pitching a pretty hard tent, and her wiggling isn't helping at all.
 
>You close your eyes and try to think of something to say, but each wiggle makes your grip on her tighter and makes it harder to think...
 
"A-ah, M-ms... Ah, Screw... H-hang on, I don't... er... T-think th-"
 
>She kisses you on the lips before you can get the rest out, her hands somehow snaking under your shirt and around to your back, working it upwards.
 
>You freeze, your heart pounding out your chest as you decide to do something stupid: Rely on your instincts in this situation.
 
>You slowly slip your tongue into the kiss, sitting up slowly enough that you can feel her crotch slip firmly across the bulge in your pants.
 
>You're surprised that she's being so calm compared to her trying to crush your hips a second ago, gently twirling her tongue around yours and rubbing your back gently.
 
>You pull back from the kiss and she smiles again, right before she abruptly yanks yous shirt over your head.
 
>In a very compromising position, you lift your arms and comply, letting her take it off you and flick it to the floor.
 
>She suddenly slides up against you, smirking as her hands slide down your chest and to the zipper on your pants.
 
>She gives it a quick tug and your member surges upward, still trapped by the fabric of your boxers but trying to free itself, nonetheless.
 
>You slip your hands up, under the shirt she's wearing, but in a moment of indecision, slip them downward, hooking your thumbs around her panties tugging them down slowly.
 
>She lets out a cute little bark into your shoulder, moving the boxers out of the way to finally let your penis stand upright.
 
>You flick your eyes to it amd freeze pulling her undies down halfway in a moment of self-judgement. You weren't the biggest, but you assumed you were a decent enough size...
 
>Your eyes flick back to her to see how she feels  about it... and she's staring at it, wide-eyed. You can't tell if that's good or bad, though...
 
>You quickly yank her undies down, seeing if it'd snap her out of it at all...
 
>It did not. Oh dear... It might be better to ask then try to figure it out...
 
"U-um... W-what's... Wrong...?" You ask, shakily. "Is it... too... Small..." You squeak, the word small nearly a breath.
 
>She shakes her head furiously, a blush creeping on her face. You nearly breathe in relief as you tug them down as far as you can before you gasp in surprise.
 
>She's grabbed it, and she seems kinda nervous as she slowly strokes it, her free hand moving down to finish taking them off, shifting so she can slip them down the rest of her legs.
 
>You attempt to relax, sliding backwards as she continues, each pump causing your heartbeat to skip. She's smiling again, but this time, it's... kinda shaky.
 
>You groan as she lets go and sits upward, her slit sliding over your member once more before she grabs it again and jerks it slighty, looking back at it.
 
"A-ah, Ms. Screw...? I-If... If you're not up to it... I- Mmph!"
 
>She interupts you again, this time with a finger. She shakes her head as she rises up, her hand keeping you steady as she lines herself up with you.
 
>You watch as she slowly slips the head in, the hot slickness hitting you and making you squirm underneath her excitedly.
 
>She gives you a daring glance, her smile widenining as she lifts herself up, the very tip of it still in...
 
>And groan out loud as she slams herself down, the feeling overtaking you. She suddenly collapses onto  you, her breaths coming raggedly.
 
>You hug her tightly, the feeling of her squeezing the life out of you making you realize what she was worried about...
 
>It wasn't your size... It was hers. She's small, but even knowing that, she didn't give  up...
 
"A-are you... O-okay? Do- Nnh... you want  me to... pull out...?" You ask, trying not to focus on the fact that you're very deep in her and that it feels incredibly good.
 
>She takes a second to readjust so that you're face-to-face. She's got a pained look in her eyes, but she simply shivers and struggles to get back to the sitting position she was in before.
 
>You don't loosen your grip on her, even as she sits on your waist, trying to pull that same smug look as before.
 
>You tilt you head, not understanding what she's trying to convey until she places her hands on your chests and lifts herself up.
 
>She bounces once, not exceptionally hard or fast, but... Playfully. She's watching you intently, and you're squirming, trying not to pop too fast.
 
>You breathe out once, sliding your hands from her back to her hips, a determined look on your face. You nod, snorting at her.
 
>She begins to bounce, slowly at first, each one feeling like a playful tease, though you were still concerned...
 
>Until she suddenly ramps up the speed, each bounce slamming down onto you and attempting to milk you dry.
 
>It becomes a cacophony of sounds: The bed squeaking at each hop, the sound of your hips meeting producing an audible "Smack" each time, your groaning and moaning and her panting, and your heart pounding all at once.
 
>You close your eyes and focus on the tight, sweet tunnel gripping you to death... At this point, it'll only take a few more...
 
>Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack...
 
>You try to wail out a warning that you're close, but it's cut off by a final slam and Ms. Screw nearly howling out a moan as she finishes, her velvet walls squeezing dangerously hard.
 
>You whimper as you feel the first jet of cum shoot straight upward, followed by an even harder shot. You heave, not sure that you're even alive anymore.
 
>A few moments pass, you both panting and heaving... Sweating and shaky, you pull her in for a hug, and she simply complies, snuggling up to you after lifting herself up and letting you go.
 
>You sigh, softly patting her on the head and getting snuggled. You open your mouth to say something, but you decide to give it a rest. You'll say whatever you need to when you both get up...
 
>One thought crosses your mind as you doze off... Do you really need to?