>Day you finally found your calling in Equestria.
>Wake up.
>Walk into your bathroom.
>The rancid smell of past days' excrement wafts its way into your nostrils.
>Turns out that you weren't only a waste of space on Earth, but here in Equestria too.
>Toilets don't flush if you can't pay your water bill...
>Perch yourself precariously so that your cheeks don't touch your old shit.
I can't believe I have to live like an animal, shitting in this pile. It reeks.
>You sigh and decide that you'll have to figure something out soon.
>Finish up and wipe with a clean patch of used towel.
>No water means no shower either.
Hmm... No shower...
>Sounds like a new place to shit to you.
>You point at the tub as you wipe your ass.
You're next, bitch.
>Head downstairs and root through the cabinets.
>Maybe one of your mouse traps caught something.
>You salivate at the thought of a free lunch.
>Despite your valiant attempt, your search comes up largely fruitless.
>An old shoe, a spork, and a hammer.
>Well... Maybe you could boil the hammer...
>Your musing is disturbed by a knock at your door.
>Same old, same old.
>You head over and open the door.
>Per usual, Fluttershy is the culprit of the Case of the Knocked Door.
>However, this time she seems to have gone all out.
>She's dressed up in a lacy, dainty-looking black and white maid outfit complete with headband and duster.
Oh good. Housekeeping...
>Fluttershy blushes and flinches while trying, and failing, to make eye contact with you.
>"O-Ohio. Go-shoe-jean-sama."
>Your face instantly goes deadpan.
Fluttershy... What did you just try to do?
>She backs up, flustered. "D-Did I say something w-wrong?"
Where did you learn that word?
>She blushes even harder, her cheeks threatening to create another word for 'red'.
>"I- I learned it from one of your Japanese animes..."
 
>She kicks the dirt at her hooves.
>You just continue your deadpan judgment face.
>"A-Anon, stop staring... H-Ha-zoo-cashew..."
>Nope.
You've ruined that language two too many times already. 0/10 Would not fuck.
>You drop your keys on the ground and walk out your door.
But while you're dressed like that, you might as well get some work done.
>You stroll away.
I'd watch out for the bathroom if I were you.
>Fluttershy picks up your keys with her teeth and mumbles: "Y-Yes, Anon. Anything..."
>You reach into your pocket and fumble around, retrieving a solitary bit.
>Your last bit...
>Just then, your stomach grumbles.
>You sigh.
Alright. Alright. Something to eat and then it's time to get a job.
>You flip the coin into the air and snatch it on the way down.
For real this time...
>You think you remember that Sugarcube Corner had a one-bit special, so that's where you head.
-
>As you approach the building, you note that there seems to be a crowd of ponies near the door.
>You stop at the back of the crowd, trying to figure out what all the fuss is about.
>As you crane your neck to try to see inside, you see a pink blur wiz by and feel a gust of wind hit your leg.
>"Heya Nonny!" Pinkie beams.
>You look down to see her in a similar maid outfit to that of Fluttershy.
>She clears her throat. "I mean... Okaerinasaimase, Master~"
>Oh god, that's cute...
>When done properly, that is.
>She giggles. "That means 'Welcome home.'"
>She grins. "'Master~'"
>Your pants tighten slightly.
Pinkie... W-What's with the outfit?
>She puts a hoof to her chin. "Weeeeeeeeeell... Fluttershy was showing me this outfit that she was going to make to impress you."
>"She said she got the idea from a movie or something that she borrowed from you."
>"I asked her to show me the movie and in it, the p0ni- er... people wearing these outfits were serving food, and it looked super fun!"
 
>You're taken aback by her explanation.
>But then again, this is Pinkie you're talking about...
So... you, uh... Hmm...
>An awkward silence falls over the two of you.
>It's broken by another growl from your gullet.
>"Ooh! Ooh! Sounds like you're rumbly in the tumbly! Come on in, Nonny!"
>She grabs you and pulls you into the shop amidst the grumbling of the crowd.
>Pinkie sits you down at a corner table facing the rest of the bakery.
>She hands you a menu and hops away to take care of some other customers.
>The place is much busier than usual.
>In fact, it seems as though Pinkie and the Cakes procured the help of some of the neighboring p0nies.
>You spot Lyra, Bon Bon, and even Derpy bustling about and helping customers.
>Smiling, you open up the menu to see that all of the prices have been hiked up.
>Fastest smile you've ever had.
>Rainbow Dash would be jealous.
>There's a little excerpt at the bottom of the menu that reads 'Additional cost added for service'.
>You roll your eyes...
Great...
>Pinkie comes bounding up to you, smile on her face.
>You finger the coin in your pocket and smile nervously.
>"So, Nonny... Iraashaimase?" She giggles and sways her rump.
>Why is that so hot?
>"That means 'What can I do for you?'"
>Embarrassed, you close your eyes tight, pull out your last bit, and place it on the table, your hand shaking over it lightly.
This is all I have, Pinkie...
>It seems like you wait forever for a response before you feel Pinkie's hoof rest gently on your hand.
>You nervously open an eye to reveal Pinkie's ever-smiling face and it sets you at ease.
>"Don't worry, Nonny! Friends help friends, right? Go on up to my room and I'll bring you something on the house."
>You set your free hand on top of her hoof on top of your other hand and grin warmly.
Thanks, Pinkie. You're the best.
>You head upstairs, failing to hear when Pinkie calls out to the others.
>"Alright, girls. I'm taking my break early."
 
>You sit, idly toying with Pinkie's things in her room.
>It's so... pink...
>Pictures of Pinkie with various p0nies litter all the available desk space.
>She must know every p0ny in P0nyville...
>There's even a picture of you.
>And next to you, on the frame, is a little heart sticker.
>Adorable.
>She really loves her friends...
>You scan the rest of the pictures.
>But... There aren't any hearts next to anyone else...
>Not even other stallions.
>Actually... Come to think of it, why did Pinkie ask you to come up here?
>Couldn't she have just brought you something at the table?
>Maybe it's time to get out of here...
>You turn to leave, only to have the door burst open.
>Your heart starts racing and you freeze in place.
>In trots Pinkie, toting a single muffin on a plate in her mouth.
>Your eyes try to take in the scene.
>Pinkie is smiling: Check.
>She brought your food: Check.
>Maid costume still hot: Check.
>Everything seems fine here...
>You let your pulse drop back down to a normal rhythm and relax, sitting down on the bed.
>Pinkie sets the plate in your hands and giggles. "Why so tense, Nonny?"
>You take a breath and let out a sigh.
Nothing, Pinkie. Just a little overactive imagination.
>You chuckle and pick up the muffin, eager to get some sustenance.
>In a flash, Pinkie taps your hand.
>"Nuh uh uh, Nonny... That's not how we do things here anymore."
>You stare at her blankly, your mouth still open in anticipation of the bite you were about to take.
Wha... What do you mean?
>She smirks. "It's called service, Anon. Ser-vi-su." She puts an extra emphasis on each syllable and winks on the last one.
>She breaks off a piece of the muffin in her hoof and raises it to your mouth. "Say 'ahhn~'"
 
>Her eyes fall to half mast and the boner in your pants rises to match.
>As she leans in, you lean away, confused as to what action to take next.
>However, Pinkie is a determined mare, and she continues to bring the muffin ever closer.
>Soon, you find yourself pressed against Pinkie's bed with the mare straddled on top of you.
>You're sweating, your heartbeat has resumed its previous furor, and your boner is pitching a tent in your pants.
Pinkie... I think we both need to calm down...
>Your eyes dart around, looking for an excuse.
>You catch a glimpse of her baking apron.
How about baking? You could go make me some sugar cookies...
>She hops up onto the bed, her back legs on either side of your face.
>"How about THESE cookies, sugar?"
>She lifts her skirt to reveal her pristine nipples, puffy and drooping due to a slight swelling.
>Your boner can't handle this new information.
>You immediately cum, semen staining through your underwear and pants.
>It dribbles along your pelvis and onto Pinkie's bed.
>It pools on your stomach, continuing to shoot spunk out in spurts.
>Wow, you didn't think you could cum this much.
>You let out a beastly moan and try to ride out your orgasm.
>But your relief has yet to arrive.
>You just keep cumming.
Pinkie, I...
>You can't seem to form a coherent sentence.
>Pinkie turns around to see what you're fussing about.
>"Ooh, Nonny... That's pretty impressive!"
>She leans down and starts to lap at the seed accumulating on your belly. "And yummy!"
>Oh god, that's hot...
>Your stream increases in pressure and you quickly unbutton your pants to allow your dick free reign.
>You start spraying her face with jizz, soaking her outfit and hair.
>”Mrphlbble!"
>Why won't you stop cumming?
>WHY WON'T YOU STOP CUMMING?
>You rip your pants off, spraying seed all over Pinkie's room.
>Pinkie hops up and over to the door, as if nothing was wrong.
>Her snout wrinkles as your cum drips from her body.
>"Hey Nonny, do you... smell smoke?"
 
>Pinkie darts out of her room.
>She didn’t even think to help you out.
>Oh right...
>Help.
Help!
>You try to wrestle your dick into submission as it flings itself around like an electrifyed snake.
>The pressure at which you are STILL CUMMING proves to be a worthy adversary.
>Just as you manage to grab hold of your member, Pinkie comes rushing back into the room.
>"Nonny, come quick! Somep0ny thought it was a good idea to let Derpy bake..."
>She grabs your arm and, in a similar fashion to the way she pulled you into the restaurant, she pulls you toward the kitchen.
>The entire time, you're painting a racing stripe down the center of the floor.
>As you near the kitchen, you're greeted with plumes of black smoke and a roaring flame.
>Oh god.
>Somep0ny set the kitchen on fire.
>With a deft maneuver, Pinkie takes your cock in her hooves and aims your cum-stream directly at the source.
>In a matter of seconds, your jizz-hose manages to quench the fire and avert a disaster.
>Pinkie rears up and gives you a big hug.
>"Thanks, Nonny! You saved the bakery!"
>Your body still shudders from the sensation of perpetual release and you nearly melt from the added hug.
>Pinkie helps you out of the front of the shop to a crowd of cheering p0nies.
>They hoist you up onto their backs and carry you through P0nyville.
>They are treated to the fountain of spunk that results from you being on your back.
>The mob of p0nies continues to parade your heroic ass through P0nyville and your group starts to garner the attention of other p0nies.
>You hear gasps from mares at their doorsteps.
>"Oh goodness!"
>"You know, I could use a good whitewasher... I've been wanting to repaint my shed for ages now."
>"Twilight's been saying how good human coom is for our coats..."
>To your horror, foals start to mix in with the crowd carrying you and they begin playing in your jizz, as if you were a sprinkler on a hot summer day.
>You even think you see a filly catching some in her mouth.
 
>How is this your life?
>The crowd deposits you at the Mayor's Office and Mayor Mare is briefed on your "heroism."
>Mayor Mare decides to give you a medal for your bravery.
>It hangs limply around your neck as your relentless sperm torrent gushes on.
>"Do you have anything you'd like to say to your fans, Anonymous?"
>While still addled from your predicament, you think you might actually be getting a bit numb to the sensations.
>You sidle up to the podium and declare:
I. Need. Job.
>Okay, you still sound kind of retarded, but that should get better with time, right?
>The crowd looks to each other in confusion at first, but soon after, hooves start shooting up along with requests for odd jobs.
>"I could use a face mask!"
>"Paint my fence!"
>"Power wash my house!"
>"Stand outside my house like a statue for an hour!"
>"Lube up some machinery for me!"
>"Umm... I could use a protein shake..."
>"YEAH!"
-
>And so, your life managed to turn itself around.
>You started doing odd jobs around the town.
>As well as becoming the first P0nyville firefighter.
>Bits started rolling in.
>You got your water turned back on.
>And you even started to make enough money to keep a set of maids staffed to keep your place tidy.
>And clean up after you.
>In fact, you hired Fluttershy as your "personal janitor".
>Despite still not giving her the D, you think she's pretty happy with the job.
>You stop walking around your house for a moment and Fluttershy's muzzle bumps into you.
>She straightens up afterward, jizz dripping from her lips.
>"Oh... S-Sorry, Anon... I was, umm... distracted..."
>You chuckle and pat her head, flooding her face with sperm from your cum-nozzle as you turn.
Fucking Fluttershy...