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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="A_Rare_Maid_.28Fin.29">A Rare Maid (Fin)</span><a href="A_Rare_Maid_(Fin)#/editor/1" title="Edit section: A Rare Maid (Fin)" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;On what should be a typical friday for Canterlot High School, a certain incident has occurred.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If this incident were to be become public knowledge, the consequences would be high indeed for those involved.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Including the school itself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But for now, the egregious act is being kept behind closed doors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of those doors is the gateway to the head office of CHS itself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's here, in this sun drenched room, that our story begins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Peeping is a serious offense. We cannot show any lenience because of your gender, or because it is a first time offense.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The radiant 'goddess,' Principal Celestia, explains in a firm tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The only case in which we could let you off easily would be if the victim, Mr. Mous, were to express as such.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A ray of hope is given to the offender sitting across from the authoritative figure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This miscreant just so happens to be a young woman, Rarity Belle, who was undeniably caught red handed by the second highest power within these walls, Vice Principal Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Principal Celestia, I never intended for this to happen! I thought he liked it! What red blooded, equestrian young man WOULDN'T?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The principal's eyes widen for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity could swear she saw a hint of... excitement?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I see the problem runs deeper than I thought. Should Mr. Mous accept your apology, you could avoid a suspension-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh th-that's wonderful! I'll apologize to him right away!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let me finish, please. You could avoid the suspension if he accepts, AND if you undergo counseling for this... condition.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pardon me? Condition?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ms. Belle, do you think Anon should have been 'grateful' for your comments?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did you or did you not tell him, and I quote, 'you should be thrilled I'm even giving you the time of day, darling, what with that sub par package.'&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity deflates and looks down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Furthermore, Anon was not outside the boys locker room as a present for you. Some of his peers thought it would be humorous to lock him out. You just happened to be walking past the gym shower rooms as the door was closed on him.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ray of hope has now turned into a blinding and suffocating heat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Principal, I can assure you, this is all just a misunderstanding. I was mistaken, but I was only hoping he would find it enticing!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia suddenly perks up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Enticing, you say?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Worried she may have spoken too much, Rarity recoils.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-yes, ma'am, that is to say-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I suppose I can't completely blame you for having a moment of weakness.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia says as she stands up from her chair and begins to pace around the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ma'am?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon IS a fine, strapping young man, after all. It becomes easy to find yourself mesmerized when faced with such a splendid example of masculinity.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity stares in confusion, as her principal's tone has become serious, yet lustful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I wasn't there to witness it myself, unfortunately, but my dear sister told me as much as she could.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pacing has led her to standing in front of the office's large window, where she looks out to gaze at the sun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Somehow, staring at the unbearably bright light doesn't effect her at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Those perfectly chiseled muscles, covered in the sweat of rigorous, physical activity. Activity that would only pale in comparison to the kinds of physical trails you'd like to put him through. That you can imagine putting him through, as he stands there with nothing but a piece of barely hanging cloth between you, and the firm, hard key that can unlock your gates of womanhood.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia says this with a burning passion that rivals the sun itself, her hand raised up as if to... grab onto something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity finds herself feeling warmer and breathing harder, but most of all, in shock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;P-principal Celestia?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The middle aged woman realizes what she's just said, but simply brushes it off with a clearing of her throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, well, in any case, your fate now rests on Anon's shoulders. Those strong... capable shoulders.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She picks up a clipboard and pen off her desk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;While I would prefer to avoid a scandal like this, if Anon chooses to pursue punishment, school procedure must be followed. That includes taking a statement of what happened from your point of view.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity is given the writing tools, filling her with despair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Be sure to give as much detail as you can.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, prin-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia places a firm hand on Rarity's shoulder, while giving her that stern, yet lustful look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I mean it. ALL of the details. Especially of what you saw.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Meanwhile in vice principal Luna's office...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're currently sitting down to vice principal Luna's desk in her office.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The room has been darkened considerably, but this doesn't reflect the warmth of the principal's heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, are you quite alright?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I think so, Principal Luna, thanks to you. I'm glad you came just in time to see what happened. If not for you, no one would've ever believed me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Think nothing of it, Anon. It is I who should be thanking you for the wonderful view I received.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Excuse me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I said I should be thanking you for being so truthful about all this. I know it's hard for you, but is there anything else you would like to tell me about what happened?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I... I keep thinking back to t-the look in her eyes, Ma'am, ...sh-, it was like she was staring right through me!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The vice principal gently pats your shoulder, as she stands behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shhh, there there.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Like I wasn't even a person to her?! J-just some slab of meat?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The single, gentle hand of your principal becomes two, as they both start to massage your muscles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She shouldn't treat you like that, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leave it to your caring vice principal to put you at ease.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She truly has your best interests in mind.</span><br />&quot;Yeah! Exac-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She suddenly leans down to your ear and whispers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A young, inexperienced girl has no right to such a FINE hunk of meat like you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The massaging has become much more sensual now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, you need the touch of an older woman. Someone who knows how to... tenderize you in all the right places.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry, what did you say, Ma'am? I couldn't hear you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She quickly straightens up again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I said, I can assure you, she's going to be punished to the fullest extent.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back up at her.</span><br />&quot;She is?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh yes, especially if she doesn't apologize to you. And if you feel that her apology isn't sincere, we may still punish her in some way.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What... what'll happen to her if she doesn't?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She will be suspended, and receive counseling for her behavior.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The principal tells you while going over a folder in her hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down at the table, cluttered with more folders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The paperwork for all this is being written up as you speak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You can agree this is a satisfactory outcome, correct, Mr. Mous?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give yourself a few moments of deep thought before you answer her.</span><br />&quot;Actually, Principal Luna, maybe this is the wrong way to handle it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She raises an eyebrow at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do you mean?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start rubbing your left arm to calm your nerves.</span><br />&quot;Well... I just feel like suspending her, and even sending her to counseling, would only make things worse. What if she becomes bitter instead?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pauses briefly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That... is a possibility, yes.&quot;</span><br />&quot;If she does apologize, why not forget about the punishments, so that she and I can talk things over. If we can come to an understanding, maybe we could even be friends?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Surprised, the principal places the folder she was holding down onto the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, you would be willing to do that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br />&quot;This is the first time she's done anything like this, and I believe everyone deserves a second chance.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The vice principal grows a proud smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You really are a fine young man, Anon. Very well, I'll go discuss this with my sister and Rarity herself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She walks over to her office door and opens it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;In the meantime, go about your school day. We'll call you to the main office when we're ready to make a decision.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes, ma'am.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rise from your seat and walk over to the door, but just as you're about to step out, the principal places a firm hand on your shoulder to whisper to you again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course, you could choose to stay here with me. Your selfless actions deserve a reward after all, and the darkness of my office chambers tell no tales.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Pardon me? Again, I couldn't hear you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I said come visit my sister and I if anything else happens.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says with a beaming smile.</span><br />&quot;Thank you, Principal.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;What a nice woman.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sometime later, after the last period of the day, you spot Rarity beckoning you from down the hall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've seen her a few times during these past hours, but she avoided any contact with you until now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She must be pretty scared about all of this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow her to a more secluded section of the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A hallway that ends abruptly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And strangely enough, the ceiling lights aren't working at all here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's pretty dark, but you can see some of the locker doors are left open and empty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seems this dead end isn't used at all anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kinda creepy... you had no idea there was something like this in CHS.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But this is useful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one will be able to hear your conversation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity looks really nervous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After clearing her throat she speaks up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Darling, I can't tell you how happy I am that you're willing to let this all go. I know I've made a terrible mistake, and I'm deeply sorry.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You're willing to take responsibility?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course! That's actually why I've come to get you. The principals want us to come to their office, and they sent me to find you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You were going to apologize in front of them, right? Why are you doing this now?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She places a hand on her chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I just wanted to tell you before hand how thankful I am. If this had gotten out, and I were to be expelled... well, I don't know what would've become of me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;So then, you really are sorry?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods with misty eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, I really, truly am!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a moment of silence, you let out a small chuckle.</span><br />&quot;...That's a good start, but it'll take more than that for you to get out of this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;E-excuse me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move over to the lockers and lean back on them, letting your posture loosen while a smile suddenly appears on your face.</span><br />&quot;I said, it's going to take more than an apology to settle this. You'll have to sweeten the deal.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity's expression becomes a mix of confusion and anger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wha... what are you saying? I'm doing exactly what you told the vice principal you wanted!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, come on! Did you really think it would be THAT easy? After what you did, there's no reason I should want to help you. It's only because I wanted something in return.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her confusion is now replaced by apprehension.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...What do you want?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Turns out, my parents are going on a month long vacation tomorrow. I'll have the whole house all to myself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity gives you a look of contempt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Congratulations. What does that have to do with me?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, nice as it is having the castle to myself, that doesn't mean the chores will be going away. So, I was thinking, maybe you would be interested in fulfilling those duties.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You explain with a smug grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity recoils in disgust.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you want me to be your sex slave?!&quot;</span><br />&quot;What?! No, no!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say with raised hands.</span><br />&quot;Let's get this straight, I don't mean anything like that! I'm not a pervert like you, Rarity!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;P-pervert?!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Look, I'm talking menial tasks. Stuff like cleaning the house, doing my laundry, homework, and cooking. You know, actual chores!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity's mistaken disgust becomes offended realization.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You mean a maid?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You point at her with another grin.</span><br />&quot;Bingo, you got it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity grits her teeth as she blushes with anger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This...this is preposterous! This is blackmail! Why shouldn't I just tell the principals about this?!&quot;</span><br />&quot;You could, but I wouldn't if I were you. I mean, even if they do believe you, what would happen? I get a slap on the wrist and detention? No big deal. You, on the other hand, will get suspended, receive counseling, and the entire school will find out. It'll be way worse for you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her anger subsides as the reality of what you tell her settles in.</span><br />&quot;But, if you do the smart thing and take my offer, you spend all your free time for the next four weeks doing some housework, and I'll stick to my end of the deal and keep it a secret. Once it's all said and done, it'll be as if it never happened.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She regains her contempt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, you... I can't believe you're-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You suddenly snap at her.</span><br />&quot;I'm what?! A horrible, disgusting person?! I'm still better than you! I should be thrilled?! With my sub par package?! Really, Rarity?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She steps back, her anger and contempt melting into pure guilt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I... I seriously am sorry for that. I didn't actually mean it... I was just teasing.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Doesn't change the fact you said it. I respected you, Rarity, for your creativity and generosity. I never thought you would ever say something so mean.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't reply, but instead, looks down at the ground.</span><br />&quot;Believe it or not, this is my way of forgiving you. Like I said, I don't have to do this. ...So... what'll it be?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes dart around for a bit, before they finally look up at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I... I have no choice. I agree to your terms.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach out with an open hand, and she takes it to give you a half hearted handshake.</span><br />&quot;Glad to hire you, Maid Rarity.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say with a cocky smile.</span><br />&quot;Well, we don't want to keep the principals waiting. Ready to begin your tenure?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then come along, my housemaid.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You briskly walk out of the strange hallway with Rarity in tow.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After some time with Celestia and Luna, it was agreed that Rarity would not be punished, but instead, the two of you would work on forgiveness and friendship.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that settled, you were both allowed to leave school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Rarity walk out to an empty front courtyard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone else has already gone home.</span><br />&quot;There ya go! No punishments and no records! Just like I said.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity doesn't seem too happy though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, wonderful. It's only going to cost me my dignity.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Welcome to the club, I lost that myself recently.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lets out an annoyed sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright already! Just... tell me what you want.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, first of all, from now on you will refer to me as 'master.'&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're joking.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Second, every time you come over, you must bring a complete, legitimate maid outfit to change into.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity's eyes nearly jump out of their sockets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;WHAT?! That's ridiculous! I refuse!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shouts with a stomp of her boot.</span><br />&quot;You can't refuse. Remember, this is an actual job that you've accepted to pay off your debt to me. Unless of course you'd like to go back in there and get signed up for those punishments.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She quickly answers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, no! That won't be necessary! I'll...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another deep sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll do it. What do you... want it to look like?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She asks crossing her arms with a deep blush before turning her back to you.</span><br />&quot;You're the best clothes designer in all of Canterlot. I leave it's design up to you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns her head, still wearing that blush.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You... you mean that?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Absolutely. Make it how you see fit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fine. But it won't be ready until tomorrow.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's okay, since you can't come over until my parents leave tomorrow. They'll be out the door by eleven in the morning, so you can show up at one o'clock.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was going to spend the weekend with my friends.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pouts.</span><br />&quot;You'd better use today to tell them you won't have much free time for these next few weeks.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You step closer to her wearing a smug face.</span><br />&quot;So, you understand your orders, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She recoils away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-yes.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean in towards her while your smugness intensifies.</span><br />&quot;Yeeesss what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Yes... Master.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hisses through clenched teeth.</span><br />&quot;Good! See you tomorrow, my housemaid.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say with a big smile, before turning around to start your walk home, leaving a very miffed Rarity behind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The next month is going to be pure fun and bliss, and you're going to enjoy it thoroughly.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Saturday.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fashionista extraordinaire!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Who will one day become the top clothes designer in all the world!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You park your car, get out, and take hold of the heavy dress sized garment bag inside the trunk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fame.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fortune.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Recognition for your talents!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyday is a step forward towards your goal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk up to the front door and ring the bell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's all just a matter of time before you make your big debut onto the world's stage!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're young!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're chic!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're living the dream!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And today you're...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Coming!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Today you're...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There she is! My lovely maid, right on time!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're a high school boy's servant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good afternoon, Rarity.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon smiles brightly as he motions for you to come inside his house.</span><br />&quot;Good afternoon, Anon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take one step, but he suddenly blocks you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What was that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He asks sternly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh for god's sake.</span><br />&quot;...Good afternoon... Master.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say with a hateful tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Better.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The smile returns as he lets you through.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not even a minute into this and you already can't stand it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So here you are, inside your 'workplace.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's just a typical, decent sized suburban home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing out of the ordinary.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon seems excited by the large garment bag you're holding up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're prepared to change, I see.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not in front of you!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course not. Go into the guest bathroom. First door on the left.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He points towards a hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open said door, revealing a complete shower bathroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Plenty of room to change.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lock the door behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Can't trust Anon to not try and get some revenge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After carefully putting on each piece, you look yourself over in the large mirror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're ready.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ready to die of embarrassment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not wearing the outfit that bothers you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've created, and worn, costumes and uniforms for you, and your friends before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Truthfully, you're proud of this dress you've made.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No, what's killing you inside is that once you open this door...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really will be his maid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hand hovers and shakes over the doorknob.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dignity and pride screaming at you to take this off and storm out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But that's not an option.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have to do this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's better than the alternative.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Breathe in and out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Steady your hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is a job.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is just a job.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A short term, month long job.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open the door and walk into the living room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spot Anon before he sees you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's sitting on one of the couches, looking like an overly excited child on his birthday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh wow.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He jumps up from his seat as you stride into his view.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oooh wow, Rarity! You look...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon has the biggest smile you've ever seen from him, repeatedly looking you up and down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hand made outfit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a traditional black and white french maid dress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With all the frills and details that go along with it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Including a lace bonnet, black stockings, and black mary janes on two inch heels.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chose to fit them with a small heel so you could comfortably stand and walk around in them all day, but still look the part.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You look great!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He gently touches and holds some of the dress' fabric.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've seen maid costumes before at halloween parties, but I've never seen one of this quality!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Of course not. This was all carefully hand stitched by me, and custom fit for me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It even feels expensive. How much would something like this cost?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Made to order from a tailor? With these materials and this thread count, over a thousand dollars.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can believe that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He starts walking a circle around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Though I have to say, I'm surprised at you, Rarity.&quot;</span><br />&quot;How so?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I left the design up to you because I wanted you to be comfortable, and I was curious to see what you'd choose. I thought you would go for something more modern and low key.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cross your arms with a huff.</span><br />&quot;If I'm going to do something, I may as well do it with style and class. And besides, I figured you wouldn't be happy with anything less.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You did this to make me happy?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He asks surprised.</span><br />&quot;Not for your benefit!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap.</span><br />&quot;It's just so I don't have to hear any complaining!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I see. Well, I'm happy with how it turned out, and I really do think you look amazing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His smile and tone is so genuine, you have to fight against blushing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're able to keep up an air of indifference.</span><br />&quot;Thank you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say nonchalantly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He places a hand behind his ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you, what?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Thank you... Master.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's actually serious about this 'master' shit, isn't he?</span><br />&quot;Well, now that I'm in 'uniform,' what is it you would like me to do?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah yes, your first assignment. From what I hear, it's one you should be all too familiar with already. Follow me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What is he talking about?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow behind as he leads you down the hallway, passing multiple doors, until you reach the last one at the end.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;As you know, my parents just left for their vacation.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes, and?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go on and see for yourself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He encourages you to open the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a raised eyebrow, you do as he suggests, and just like he said, you find an all too familiar, and awful sight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Behind the door is his parent's master bedroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Typically sized and furnished like the rest of this average house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it's not the bland decor that causes you to gasp out loud, it's the state of the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Clothes, various accessories, and all manner of travel bags and containers are strewn about all over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bed, which is in a terrible state, is covered in piles of clothes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So is the floor, to the point you can't do anything you would refer to as 'walking.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tip toeing carefully is your only option.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even the dressers and draws are in disarray.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the master bathroom, which you can see inside of thanks to it's door being left open, is no better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Towels everywhere.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Puddles of water on every surface.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wrappers and travel supplies littering the counter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All of this combined.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's as if a hurricane ravaged this room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You narrow your eyes with a seething anger.</span><br />&quot;Parents leaving vacation messes for their children to clean up is <span class="co4">&gt;&gt;28056188 The. Worst. Possible. Thing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know. They decided ahead of time that this would be my way of earning the house to myself. Your parents take a lot of vacations, so you have plenty of experience dealing with this, don't you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;More than I'd care to admit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've been dreading having to clean this all up... but that's what you're here for now!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He gently slaps your back with all the enthusiasm of a fellow teammate.</span><br />&quot;...Yesss... Master...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hiss through gritted teeth with a twitching eye.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good! I'll leave this in your capable hands. Meanwhile, I'm going to spend my newly gained free time catching up with all the cartoons and anime I missed this week.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your time and effort is the equivalent of children's entertainment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How flattering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He makes it halfway through the hallway before he stops to add to your misery.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, and you will, obviously, have to do laundry later, so keep that in mind.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wonderful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, might as well get on with it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;First things first, and as always, it's the clothes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You search for and find all the pieces that are clean, and stack them up in a neat pile on the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Next, you toss all the dirty pieces into a hamper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With all of that cleared up, you can now freely move around the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which makes it much easier to organize all the draws.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once they are, you're able to put away the neat stack of clean clothes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making the bed is the last part of the bedroom itself, before you move onto the bathroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clear the counter space, putting the various objects in their appropriate draw.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All of the towels will need to be washed, so you use them to soak up as much water as you can, before you resort to using paper towel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lastly, you clean the shower and toilet.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It took you almost two hours, but the master bedroom and bathroom are completely clean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The storm is over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk back into the living room to find Anon lazing on the couch in front of the tv.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as he said, colorful animations are on the screen.</span><br />&quot;I'm done.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You announce.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He turns his head towards you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, good! Now that you're finished with that, go make my bed.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You don't make your own bed?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shout.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I usually do, but since I knew you would be here, I left it for you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He says with an almost proud smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you can't even consider that he'll do anything himself for the next month.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's going to use you for anything and everything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God damn it.</span><br />&quot;Of course you did.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sneer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Try not to take too long, I have something else for you to do.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He says with his attention turned to the tv again.</span><br />&quot;Yes, Master.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You growl.</span><br />&quot;And where is your room?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look around. You need to get used to this place anyways.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He has a point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Into the hallway again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open random doors until you find what can only be Anon's bedroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Inside, you're surprised to find that, besides the messy bed, his room is actually quite clean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making his bed is a simple task.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you leave the room, you take note of the mostly filled hamper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Into the living room again to 'report.'</span><br />&quot;Your bed is made... Master.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Great. Now you can go into the kitchen and make some pancakes.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Pancakes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say in monotone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not even a question, you just can't believe you have to put up with this shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I'm hungry, and nothings better than watching cartoons with a stack of pancakes.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Very good, Master. A stack of pancakes, coming right up.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say with sarcasm and a fake smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh yes, you'll make pancakes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But more like... HORRIBLECAKES!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you make them bad, he won't have you cook for him anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Make two stacks worth.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll feel a tiny bit bad for purposely wasting so much food, but it'll be worth it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hope you like the taste of char and poorly mixed ingredients, you ingrate!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can head off to the kitchen, he turns around to give you a very serious face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And by the way, Rarity?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This can't be good.</span><br />&quot;Y-yes, Master?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know you're a skilled cook. I've heard it before from your sister and her friends. So don't bother trying to pass it off as if you're bad in the kitchen. Understand?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;FFFFFFFFUUUUUUCK!!</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few minutes later, you've made two stacks of pancakes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good pancakes, unfortunately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're surprised when Anon comes into the kitchen and pours two glasses of milk.</span><br />&quot;What are you doing?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Put each stack into it's own plate. You're going to eat with me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What is he getting at?</span><br />&quot;I am?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You must be hungry by now, so why not take a break. Come on.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both place everything onto the short coffee table in the middle of the tv and couch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sits down on the floor, and puts his back against the couch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sit down.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He pats the spot next to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You frown.</span><br />&quot;My dress will get wrinkled.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's fine, iron it later. Sit.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly slink down, making sure to tuck in your dress and keep your legs closed as you do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you're comfortable, he pulls the table over to the both of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's as if you're sitting at a makeshift highchair.</span><br />&quot;Why don't we just eat at the dinner table?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've always eaten like this to watch saturday cartoons since I was a kid.&quot;</span><br />&quot;But this is so childish.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And that's what makes it fun. Now eat up while they're hot.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He turns up the volume and starts digging into his plate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reluctantly, you go along with him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Watching cartoons.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While eating pancakes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And sitting on the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon makes conversation with you by explaining the plot of what you're watching.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you both reminisce about the cartoons you watched as kids.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's all so silly, but somehow fun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just a few hours ago, you wouldn't have even bet a penny that you'd feel anything resembling amusement while wearing this outfit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After you finished your pancakes, Anon had you stay with him to watch more cartoons, until you decided to get up yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Where you going? Don't you wanna see the next episode?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He seems disappointed, as if he forgot why you're here dressed like this in the first place.</span><br />&quot;Easy for you to say. I have to wash these plates and what I used in the kitchen, then start on the laundry, AND vacuum the house.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon silently watches you pick up the plates and utensils, but speaks up as you walk away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Those pancakes were delicious. Good thing you didn't burn them, huh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoff and continue walking.</span><br />&quot;I have no idea what you're talking about.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smirks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Suuure.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After cleaning the kitchen, you gather up and separate all the laundry by color and materials.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While each load is being washed and dried, you do some vacuuming and general tidying up in between.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time moves quickly, and before you realize, it's seven in the evening, you've changed out of your maid outfit, and you're standing at the front door with Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you sure you don't want to take your dress home?&quot;</span><br />&quot;There's no sense bringing it back and forth if I'm only going to wear it here. It'll be fine in the hallway closet.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let out a long yawn.</span><br />&quot;Anyways, what time do you want me to come over tomorrow?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Never mind coming on sundays.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What? Why?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ask confused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Everyone needs a day off from work, even maids. Consider sundays that day for you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He says with a smile.</span><br />&quot;That's... quite considerate. I appreciate it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say a bit flustered before clearing your throat.</span><br />&quot;Well, I'll see you monday then. But remember! Not a WORD of this in school, you promised!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You point at him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know, I know.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open the door and turn to walk out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Job well done today, my housemaid.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause, but keep your back to him.</span><br />&quot;Thank you, Master.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You continue on to your car and drive home.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you get back, you talk to your parents for a bit and eat a late dinner with them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As usual, they ask about your day, and you have to keep up with the lie you've told them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which is that you've taken a part time job as a waitress to learn more about work uniforms and the service industry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not only did they believe it, they were proud of you for getting a job.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You also told the same lie to the girls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They all thought it was odd, and rightfully so, but being your best friends they decided to support you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel guilty for lying to everyone, but there was no way you could ever tell the truth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And besides, it was only a half lie, really.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After dinner, Sweetie tries to ask you more about your job, but you brush her off and head to your room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You notice Opalescence follows you.</span><br />&quot;Hey, baybeee! You want to be with mommy?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your loyal cat meows her answer and walks inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You close your door and let yourself fall onto your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A heavy sigh escapes you as the exquisitely soft, hand made by you, goose down comforter envelops your tired body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Opal jumps onto the bed and walks over to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pet her lovingly and she purrs in response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The stitching supplies, which you were using just this morning to make last second alterations to the maid outfit, remain right where you left them on your sewing table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Serving to remind you how exhaustive and stressful these past two days have been.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Strangely though, you don't feel so bad about the whole thing after Anon's actions today.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He had you eat and watch cartoons with him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And he's giving you days off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You thought he'd be more unfair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While you were cleaning, you had plenty of time to ponder how you got into this predicament.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why did you say those cruel things to Anon?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were actually enjoying seeing him in nothing but a towel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you did find him rather attractive.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So what made those words come out of your mouth?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Perhaps it was your pride?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trying to hide that you were taking so much satisfaction in something so... uncouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But that doesn't excuse what you did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's feelings were obviously hurt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's true he was spiteful in the beginning, but...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What you did was wrong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's your fault you're in this mess.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, if doing some housework is what it takes to make up for your mistake, than so be it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not going to complain or get aggravated about it anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's why the last thing you said to Anon tonight wasn't in a sarcastic or angry tone, but instead, a solemn one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've accepted it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes and body have gotten heavy now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you stay like this any longer you'll fall asleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Off the bed and off with your clothes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Change into your softest nightie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wash up in your own personal, thank-you-for-building-it-Dad, bathroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Close the curtains.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turn off all the lights, except for a small night light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, you slip into the sheets and fluff up your pillow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Opal has finished grooming herself, and curls up beside you.</span><br />&quot;Goodnight, Opal.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;And for the finishing touch, you put on your favorite sleep mask.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You haven't been this happy for a sunday in a long time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're going to sleep in as long as you want.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And relax... all... day...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Zzzzzzz.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two weeks later.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;---ter...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel yourself being shaken.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;M--ter! Master, wake up!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your vision is blurred, but you can see enough to make out a black and white dress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grimace at the figure standing above your bed with a groan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Master, get out of the bed this instant!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The frilly blob commands.</span><br />&quot;Jus... Just give me another hour.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say as you roll onto your side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No! It's already half past afternoon! You are getting up right now!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your blanket is suddenly yanked away off of you completely, exposing you to fresh air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You curl up in your pajamas with a louder groan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon, and you've just been rudely awoken by your maid, Rarity.</span><br />&quot;You're a bully maid!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pout at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But she remains stern.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm a maid who wants to get things done, and refuses to let her lazy master sleep all day! Besides, you're the one who gave me a key to the house so I could come over and start early.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You now regret that decision.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've already mostly prepared breakfast, so get up and drag yourself to the dinner table.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I want to sit in front of the tv-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You are going to sit at a proper table for breakfast!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shouts down at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity turns and walks to your bedroom door, stopping to look back at you over her shoulder with narrowed eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And if you're not sitting at that table by the time breakfast is ready, there WILL be consequences.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, she leaves your room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly rise up to sit at the edge of your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Things sure have changed since that first day Rarity started being your housemaid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At first, you planned to be a jerk about it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were going to make her do everything and rub her face in it the whole time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You thought she deserved it after what she said to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But your feelings changed when you saw her handiwork for the first time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The maid dress she created by hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The way she cleaned the master bedroom and bathroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You took a peek at them when she was making your bed, and were blown away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd think they were cleaned by a professional service.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But she did it all on her own, without cutting corners.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Through her earnest, hard work, you could tell she was sorry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After that, you couldn't find it in you to be upset or treat her badly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyways, you'd better get up before she yells again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put on your slippers and head over to the table, taking a seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost immediately, Rarity starts placing things down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're lucky you weren't one second slower.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A plate of pancakes, eggs, bacon and toast is now in front of you, with a glass of orange juice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Across from you is a matching set, where Rarity sits down.</span><br />&quot;This is great and all, but do you think we could at least turn on the tv and watch it from here-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No! No tv!&quot;</span><br />&quot;But I'm missing cartoons!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You whine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Master, you are a young adult! You should start acting like one occasionally!&quot;</span><br />&quot;You're saying that to me while I'm wearing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles pajamas!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's your own fault! I swear, once I'm done making you a new set of pajamas, I'm throwing out all your old ones!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Don't you dare! And I won't wear any you make unless they're cartoon themed!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They will be classy, sophisticated, and cartoonless!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nnnnoooo!!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your whining and bickering with the maid dressed girl continues as you both eat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To anyone else, it would be the strangest sight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But to you, it's just another day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After you both finish your meals, she starts picking up everything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't just sit there, go wash up and change! I'm going to start doing laundry and I want all your dirty clothes gathered up!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Okay, okay.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity begins cleaning the dishes, while you sit and watch her with a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She really has taken over the house, hasn't she?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everything goes at her own pace, and she's the one giving orders now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Funny thing is... you really don't mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;These last two weeks have been some of the most fun you've ever had.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she isn't doing chores, you and her just hang out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've even offered for her to stop wearing the maid outfit, but she declined.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her reasoning was that if she isn't wearing the outfit, then there's no point in her being here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She might as well stop coming over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And that's the one thing you didn't want.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The truth is, you haven't just gotten used to her...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've grown fond of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To the point that... you're more than sure you've fallen...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you could never say that to her while she's in that uniform.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wouldn't be fair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And though you know she isn't angry anymore, she's probably still a bit resentful for the situation you've put her in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So all you can do is enjoy the time you have left with her like this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And maybe someday, if you've become close enough...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll reveal your feelings to her.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Six days later.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Friday.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tomorrow will be three weeks since your maid duties at Anon's house started.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That means only a week more before your debt is paid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And considering how well you've gotten the hang of it, one more week isn't a problem at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soon you'll be celebrating the end of your part time 'waitress' job with a girls night out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't wait!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Looks like I beat you again, AJ.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, yeah, yer the fastest runner in our school, Dash, no surprise there. But just you wait till next week, when I cream your corn at weight liftin'!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ha! I'd like to see it happen! Right, Rarity?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow Dash asks as she and Applejack look back at you with cocky smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gym period has just ended, and you're currently in the girls locker room along with everyone else.</span><br />&quot;I'm sure it will be a close competition like always.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reply uninterested while going through your locker and taking off your gym clothes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You sure don't care much for gym, do ya?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack and Dash have already taken their clothes off and wrapped towels around themselves.</span><br />&quot;Sweating profusely just isn't my idea of fun, Applejack, unless it's at the spa. I am in dire need of a shower.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, come on then! Let's hit those showers!&quot;</span><br />&quot;You two go on ahead, I want to organize my locker a bit. I'll catch up.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alrighty, just don't take too long.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They both go into the shower room, leaving you as the last one at the lockers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After sorting out the mess that's become your gym locker, you take out your extra soft bath towel and warp it around yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time for a quick, but lovely shower.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anyone still here?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A girl's voice, coming from the other side of the locker room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey! Anyone there? I need some help!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's odd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could've sworn you were the only one still in here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In any case, someone needs assistance, and you're not the type to turn your back on them.</span><br />&quot;Hold on!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk to where the voice seems to be coming from, the locker room exit.</span><br />&quot;I'm here, are you okay? ...Hello?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's... no one here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What's going on?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spot someone behind the nearest row of lockers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Isn't she one of the girls who's jealous of you and your friends?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And she's smiling.</span><br />&quot;You! What's the meaning of this?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She suddenly jumps from her hiding spot to run over and open the locker room door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And before you can even react, you feel two sets of hands push you from behind, causing you to shriek in surprise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stumble out into the hallway, and hear the door slam shut behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did that...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did that really just happen?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have to get back in quickly!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door is-!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Being kept shut by those skanks!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pound on it with your free hand and hold your towel in place with the other.</span><br />&quot;Let me in! Let me in this second!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You yell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can hear them start to laugh behind the door.</span><br />&quot;This isn't funny! Open the door!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You push and slam yourself upon the door, but to no avail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's three against one, there's no way you're opening it by force.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What can you do?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you should hide before anyone sees you and-!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, well, lookie what we have here!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh no.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No no no no!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look behind you to see a large group of boys on their way to their own locker room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They start whistling and cat calling at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tighten your grip onto the towel and sidle along the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Guess the girls heard about what we did to Anon, and decided to pull it on little miss fashionista here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Lucky us then! Seems like we've got ourselves a show, boys!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can hear those bitches laugh even harder now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They have no intention of letting you in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You lookin' good, Rarity!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Them hips and legs! Damn girl!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've never been so embarrassed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is this how Anon felt?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is this how you treated him?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels awful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How could he not feel hurt?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How could he not see you as terrible?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You want to run away, but they've circled around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you don't want to go near any of them, since you don't know what they'll do.</span><br />&quot;Please, don't look. Can't one of you help me instead?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You plead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, sure, we can help you. Help you out of that towel.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This isn't happening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You look good now, but you'd look even better without it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This CANNOT be happening!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You point at them with a face of anger and disgust.</span><br />&quot;Don't you ruffians dare come near me! Stay back!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They start to snicker as three of them walk closer to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You won't be able to fight them all off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're about to grab at your towel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;PLEASE GOD NO!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All of a sudden, you're pushed up against the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it isn't because you're being grabbed at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I wouldn't do that if I were you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Anon!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's protecting you with his backside and spread open arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've never been so happy to see him!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dude! What gives?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They all start to shout at him, but he stands his ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But even with all this noise, you can hear something happening behind the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It sounds like a scuffle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Move! We said move!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Git yer butts outta here before we whoop em'! GO!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door is opened by Dash and AJ!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They quickly grab hold of you and pull you inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you're back in the locker room, they slam the door shut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're soaking wet, but wearing their towels like you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You okay, Rarity?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ asks concerned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You were taking so long we got worried. That's when we found those three keeping the door shut.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash motions to the still laughing skanks as they walk away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean back onto the door and let out a heavy sigh.</span><br />&quot;I'm...I'm fine. They didn't touch me thanks to-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What the fuck, Anon!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and the girls can hear the group of boys voicing their anger at Anon on the other side of the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You ruined it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's the deal?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You a fuckin' knight in shining armor?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah! Or is it cause you got the hots for Rarity? Is she your make believe girlfriend?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They go on berating Anon, until he speaks up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Naw guys, it isn't like that. I actually did that for you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The fuck you talkin' about?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, ever since you assholes pulled the same stunt on me, Vice Principal Luna has made it a habit to patrol these halls around this time. With all this noise, she's probably coming right now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bullshit! Like we're gonna believe that!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;WHO GOES THERE?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A loud voice booms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Holy shit, he's right!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let's get outta here!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel the ground reverberate as the boys run away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seconds later, you hear the clack of the vice principal's heels.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's going on here?! Oh, it's you, Anon. What was all the noise?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and the girls continue to listen with baited breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just the guys being rowdy. You know how it is when a big game is coming up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah, I see. Still, perhaps I should have a word with them... wait.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can hear Luna walk over to Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your arm, what happened to it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I just tripped during gym.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you alright? Do you need to see Redheart?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's just a little sore, no big deal.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh no, I wouldn't be much of a principal if I didn't try to make you feel better. Here, allow me to... message it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You facepalm while Dash and AJ give each other confused looks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So even the vice principal is like that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aw, that's nice of you, Ma'am.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the idiot isn't the slightest aware.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mmm... yes... your muscles, they're quite well toned. Have you been working out?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She asks seductively.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just the usual school gym routine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is that so? Well... you know, I could reach further and... message your more... lower parts.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls expressions have become shocked disgust.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you just apathetically shrug at them, as you're not surprised by this anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm thankful for the offer, but there's no need, since I only hurt my arm.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hm...? Oh! Of course! It's your arm, not anything else!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She clears her throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, Anon, as I've said before, if you need anything, don't hesitate to come find me. I'll always be willing to help you in any way I can. And I do mean, ANY way.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know, Ma'am. And I can also go to Principal Celestia too, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? Y-yes... I suppose you could go see my... sister.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna sounds disappointed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But, if you ever do go see my sister for help, make sure to notify me as well. So that we can help you together. At the same time.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh... okay, I'll try to remember that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good! Well, since everything here seems fine, I'd best get back to my office. You should hurry and shower, Anon. And make sure you... wash throughly as you think of me-I-mean think of what I said.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, Ma'am.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear Luna walk away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon sighs wistfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What a sweet woman.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He says before walking away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and the girls turn your attention back to each other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What the HELL?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash exclaims.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That ain't right.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AJ shakes her head.</span><br />&quot;It's better to just forget about it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But really, Rarity, are you sure you're okay?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash asks, both her and AJ giving you worried looks.</span><br />&quot;I told you, I am perfectly fine. Now come along, girls, I want to shower while I still have time.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;School has ended, but you aren't going home just yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, you're headed for the soccer field.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You got a text from Rarity asking you to meet her there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And just like she said, she was waiting for you, sitting down on the bleachers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As soon as you step onto the field, she gets up to meet you halfway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can tell that she's been crying, and that she's about to start again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her slow walk towards you speeds up until she runs into your arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You embrace her, and she starts to sob.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry, Anon! I'm so sorry!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice is muffled as she cries into your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your response is the best thing you can do for her right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Let her tears soak your shirt.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she finally calms down, you sit with her on the bleachers, where she holds onto your arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her head lays on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Is this how you felt, Anon?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly answer.</span><br />&quot;Yours is worse. What you said hurt, but you didn't try to take off my towel.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lightly chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;At least I was somewhat civil about it, right?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'll give you that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I'm afraid. What if they try to do something again?&quot;</span><br />&quot;They won't. Not after almost getting caught by Luna.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I hope so.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Also, when the rest of the guys heard about it, they got really upset. If they step out of line again, they'll be in trouble. What about the girls who locked you out?&quot; but<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Applejack and Rainbow said they're going to take care of them later.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sounds scary.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They won't be hurt of course, but they will be sorry, and I'll be front row.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both chuckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A moment of silence passes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Thank you, Anon. If it weren't for you...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile at her.</span><br />&quot;You don't have to thank me. If you ever need help, I'll be here for you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That means a lot to me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silence falls on you again, and you notice that it's just starting to get dark.</span><br />&quot;Do you have your car?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I told you, it's my mother's car. And no, she needed it today.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well then.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand up and pull her with you.</span><br />&quot;I'll walk you home.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You would do that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She beams at you.</span><br />&quot;Sure, just lead the way.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And so, you walk Rarity home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to make her feel better as you do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By talking about cartoons, and asking her about fashion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The same stuff you've been running her crazy with these past weeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you know it, you're on her doorstep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks for walking me home, it's quite grown up of you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She half jokes.</span><br />&quot;It was like a fourteen minute walk, not really something to call 'grown up.'&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Still, I appreciate it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems nervous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's playing with her hands and shuffling her feet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She must want you to leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Best not to make this awkward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-would you like to-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Guess I'll be heading home now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...O-oh... okay.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's gotten so quiet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is she disappointed?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then I... I'll see you tomorrow? Of course! Tomorrow!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now she's excited?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll come over early to start the chores, so you'd better be ready!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't reply.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Anon?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm calling off the whole maid thing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? But I still have a week left!&quot;</span><br />&quot;After three weeks and what happened today, I think we're more than even.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;B-but we made an agreement! We shook hands on it, and I have a responsibility to see it through!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head.</span><br />&quot;No. Not anymore. You've done enough, so go spend your days how you want. When you're ready, come over and pick up your dress anytime this week.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems to be in shock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile at her.</span><br />&quot;...Goodnight, Rarity.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, you start walking home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You notice that Rarity watches you travel down the street for sometime.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What you don't know is that she watched you until you were out of sight, before she finally stepped into her house, with these words you couldn't hear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Goodnight, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Saturday.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wake up sometime in the afternoon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was easy to sleep in, since no one was here to wake you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move some of the bedding off you, but stay in bed for a while, to go over everything that happened yesterday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After replying the events in your mind a few times, you get up and stretch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you do, you're reminded of what you're wearing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The new set of silk pajamas she made you a few days ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were not cartoon themed, just as she vowed, but they did feel great and fit you perfectly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back at your bed to see the other item she gave you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A thick, extra soft goose down comforter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She said it was a spare of something she already has, and wanted you to have it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's warm and feels great, especially to lay on top of.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why did she do these things for you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She didn't have to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking at your bed isn't going to make it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And she's not here to do it...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So, for the first time in weeks, you make your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not hard to do, but it lacks that flawless look it had when she made it.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In the living room, the defining silence hits you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gone are the sounds and smells of breakfast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could cook something yourself, but you just don't feel like it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A bowl of cereal and cold milk is your meal, as you sit on the floor and watch your cartoons.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should be happy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one is scolding you for acting childish.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it's not as fun as it once was.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Later, after you wash up, you change into your casual clothes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't have to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could've just stayed in your pajamas all day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But someone got you into the habit of not doing that anymore.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Laundry needs to be done, so you do some loads as best you can.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you're not certain which colors and materials should go together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And when it's time to stack and put away the clean clothes, you can't fold them as well as she did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She made things look like they were on display at a store.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All of these little things remind you that there is a distinct difference between you and her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was her skill.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her touch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's what made everything in your home so nice these past weeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you just didn't have it.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've been thinking about her all day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is she okay?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Does she feel better?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could call her...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But, it's probably best not to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's had to deal with you almost every day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She should rest without being bothered by her 'master' anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God, what were you thinking?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why did you force her to be a servant to you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're such an asshole.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wanted revenge?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Great.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What good did it do you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You miss her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have feelings for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you can never tell her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not after the way you treated her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not after what happened to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why couldn't you just try to make amends and be her friend?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe then, you would've had a chance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That chance is gone now.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your mind wanders through these thoughts, you've unconsciously opened the hallway closet, where the maid outfit hangs, quiet and still.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What a showpiece of her talents.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looked great everyday she wore it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wore it for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But not because she wanted to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because she had to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And now... she'll never wear a beautiful dress like this for you again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What have you done?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doorbell rings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's the early evening now, who could that be?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open the door to see it's the person you least expected.</span><br />&quot;Rarity?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles.</span><br />&quot;What are you doing here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gestures to the garment bag she's holding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've come to pick up my dress.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The next day?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why should she let something like this nag at the back of her mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Best to get it out of the way now so she can enjoy her freedom.</span><br />&quot;I see...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're not busy, are you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hm? Oh, no, come in.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make way for her and close the door behind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's right where I left it?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good. You mind if I use your room to pack it up?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not at all.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Splendid!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's so cheerful and energetic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Probably because she'll finally be over and done with this whole nightmare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes the dress into your room and closes the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should be happy to have her back in the house, but you only feel sick with guilt.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been sometime since she went into your room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't take this long to pack a dress, does it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon? Can you come help me with this?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice echoes in the hallway.</span><br />&quot;Just a second!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reply.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you get to your door, it's closed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What's going on?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open it and step in slowly.</span><br />&quot;What do you need-!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;And that's when you're met with a familiar sight you thought you'd never see again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity, standing in the middle of your room, wearing the maid outfit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What can I do for you, Master?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She asks with a demure smile and tone.</span><br />&quot;R-rarity! What are you?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles at your baffled reaction and steps over to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's when you notice something different.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's wearing black stilettos instead of the mary janes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is something wrong, Master?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I don't understand why you're wearing that. I told you, you're not my maid anymore.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But I can't quit yet, Master. I still have to give you my... 'special service.'&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wha-!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, she takes the last step in between you, and places her lips onto yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's kissing you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity is kissing you!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gently push her away.</span><br />&quot;Rarity?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smile fades, replaced with worry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's wrong? Do you not like it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She asks in her normal voice, breaking character.</span><br />&quot;It's not that I don't like it, I'm just really confused. Tell me, why are you doing this?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes your hands into hers and smiles again, but it's a gentle, warm smile this time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Because I love you, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your expression and movement go still.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't believe what Rarity just said to you.</span><br />&quot;You do?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She slowly nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Although I was upset at first, I've grown to enjoy being with you. And when you saved me yesterday, I was so happy, so relieved that you were there, protecting me. That's when I knew... I'd fallen for you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice is sincere, she really means what she's saying.</span><br />&quot;But, I already told you, you don't have to thank me for yesterday.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shakes her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is more than thanks. Ever since you walked me home, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I've been longing to see and talk to you again. These are my real feelings... don't you share these feelings with me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She asks with a hopeful look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hands still hold onto yours, but only now do you squeeze them back.</span><br />&quot;I do... I do love you, Rarity. But I feel awful about how I've treated you. I wanted to get back at you, to humiliate you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I made a mistake too. I made it FIRST. But it doesn't mean everything that's happened since then isn't real. Watching cartoons, making me laugh, the study sessions, encouraging my designs. Those are all precious memories to me now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hearing this gives you a smile that matches hers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lets go of your hand to raise hers to your cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What is it about any of this that's wrong, Master?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your smile falls and you look away from her in shame.</span><br />&quot;Please don't call me that anymore. I can't stand the thought of forcing you to do something against your will. I never should have made you wear this dress.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're surprised, as her response is to laugh cheerfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, Anon, you're wrong!&quot;</span><br />&quot;I am?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not being forced into anything.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lets go of your other hand to hook her arm around the back of your neck, and draws you closer to her face, that now has the most seductive look you've ever seen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;After three weeks of this game, I'm pent up. Maid Rarity wants this. Maid Rarity... wants her master.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your lips meet again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But this time, you embrace her, running a hand through her hair to hold the back of her head, and the other to wrap around her hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kiss each other feverishly, tasting one another's mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your loins have become hot and throbbing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She notices this, and breaks away to take off your shirt, unzip your jeans, and pull them down along with your underwear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're then made to sit on the edge of your bed, while she gets on her knees and situates herself between your legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is all moving so fast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've become a bit light headed and nervous.</span><br />&quot;Rarity, are you sure-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shhhhhh...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She coos as she takes hold of your manhood, resting her arms on your legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's alright, I'll slow down.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She starts to slowly rub.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trust your maid to take care of you...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The gentle rubbing continues for a few moments, before she begins to place soft, moist, kisses upon your shaft.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The kisses slowly move from the base, all the way to your tip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kisses then become licking, starting again at the bottom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She makes sure to lick every inch of you with her tongue, leaving a thin layer of saliva.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She reaches your tip again, and pauses to brace herself, her hot breath tingling, as her lips stay pressed against you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, with a deep breath, she opens her mouth to slowly engulf you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your entire body shivers as her lips pass down your length, causing you to gasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she makes it to the bottom, she stays still for a moment, before she begins to slowly rise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But she doesn't allow herself to leave past your tip, and instead slowly goes down again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She repeats this process, turning it into a steady rhythm, the curls of her hair brushing against your thighs, while she purposely moans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You instinctively place your hand on her head, as if to ride out the immense sensations you're going through.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One side of you feels yourself sliding against her tongue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other feels the solid, yet smooth, gentle graze of her teeth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would be content with just this, but after sometime, Rarity takes her mouth off you completely, making sure to leave a thick coating of saliva on your member, and stands up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Lay down, Master.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gently pushes you to do so, and you comply by moving yourself into the middle of the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes off her heels and joins you on the bed, kneeling down onto you and straddling your hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The plush comforter feels amazing at your back, but it pales in comparison to the softness of Rarity's inner thighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once she's situated herself on top of you, she takes the time to smooth out her large skirt, allowing it to cover your entire lower half, and almost reaching your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This blocks your view, but also greatly enhances your sensation to everything going on under that skirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like the feeling of Rarity reaching in to move her panties aside and-!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've just remembered something!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were so overwhelmed, you almost forgot!</span><br />&quot;Wait!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tell her as you sit up with an outstretched arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? What is it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She asks puzzled, but then blushes with a cute, embarrassed smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-anon, you don't have to worry. I... I'm not a virgin, you know. ...Does... does that bother you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;We-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her expression turns to panic, but the blush only deepens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I swear, the rumors aren't true! I haven't been with that many-&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's not it! I was about to say... wait, how many does the rumors say? No, no, forget it! CONDOM. We don't have a condom. We can't do this without one.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ooohhh! That? Not a problem at all!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says with confidence.</span><br />&quot;And I don't care if it's your 'safe day!' We are not-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm on the PILL, Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ooohhh...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let out a sigh of relief and let yourself lay back down.</span><br />&quot;...The pill, huh? ...So, how many do the rumors say?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It helps with CERTAIN times of the month! That's why I take them.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She explains agitated.</span><br />&quot;O-oh... I, uh... I see.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile sheepishly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She huffs with a pout, before her smile returns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I told you, didn't I?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She reaches into her skirt once again, this time taking hold of your shaft.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trust your maid.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She carefully guides your tip to her entrance, and once they're aligned, she begins to slowly descend while biting her lip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She emits a deep, low moan as your manhood easily parts her soft folds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The saliva she coated you with, combined with her own ample fluid, provide all the lubrication needed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab onto her hips, while her walls conform to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you're completely inside her, she lets out another moan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aaaahhhh yesss! I've been waiting to feel you inside me for so long.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins to slowly rock back and forth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gradually, the rocking turns into lifting herself up, only to let herself fall back down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She speeds up over time until, just like before, she settles on a steady rhythm, leaning back slightly with her hands planted on the bed behind her for support.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's so much to the pleasure you're experiencing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;First and foremost, obviously, is being inside her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's warm, soft, and overflowing with her juices.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And while she's not a virgin, she is extremely tight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So tight, it actually feels like she's pulling you up with her every time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then there's the skirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It bounces and moves along to her rhythm, and keeps everything inside warm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The lacy frills and soft, heavy fabric brush against your skin and the comforter, making a satisfying sound to go along with the sensation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not to mention the silky feeling of her thigh high stockings rubbing against your hips and legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She continues like this for a while, until her pace and expression suddenly becomes anxious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With an increased speed and her back arched, she reaches orgasm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;MMMMmmmmhhhhhhnnnnn!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her moaning is loud, her legs shake, her walls pulse and squeeze around your member, and her face tells you she's absolutely euphoric.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's why she hasn't been talking anymore, she was concentrating on her orgasm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a few more moments, her moaning dulls and softens, and she straightens out again... into a slump.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breathing is heavy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes her a few moments to collect herself before she can even speak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That... was amazing!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Still think my package is sub par?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ask with a smug grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll... I'll let you in on... a secret.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She places her hands onto your chest and leans down closer to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was able to tell right away that there was nothing sub par about it. Like I said, I was just teasing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both start laughing.</span><br />&quot;Seriously?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, I said I was sorry!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leans back again and slowly lifts herself off you, freeing your member from her confines into the fresh air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sits down on the opposite end of the bed, while you sit up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well... go on.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've had my fun, so do what you will with me. I'm yours, Master.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tells you with open arms and a smile.</span><br />&quot;...In that case.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You crawl over to her.</span><br />&quot;First, no more calling me master. And second, I'm getting you out of that dress.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;As you wish... Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns her back to you and lifts her hair, revealing all the snap buttons and zippers that run along her back, keeping the dress clad to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to take it off piece by piece, starting with the bows and strings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The buttons make loud sounds when you unclasp them, so do the zippers as you pull them down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The process is slow, and surprisingly intimate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There are no words spoken between you, Rarity simply allows you to undress her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soon enough, the maid outfit is on your bedroom floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And Rarity herself is now in nothing but some sexy, lacy, black and white lingerie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It consists of the stockings attached to a garter belt, panties, and a corset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How do you like them? I made this set to go along with the dress.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She asks running her hands over herself provocatively.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly unfasten the corset and rip it off her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gasps at your sudden actions.</span><br />&quot;I'm tired of fabric getting in my way!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go on to roughly take off the rest of her lingerie, until she's wearing nothing.</span><br />&quot;I just want you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tell her with a devious smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well fine then!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She replies playfully, taunting you by laying down in an alluring pose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You have me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lay on top of her with all your weight, the comforter more than capable of cushioning and supporting you both.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The feeling of her soft, supple body under you, as she stares into your eyes lovingly is more pleasant than you ever could've dreamed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kiss her passionately, before turning your attention to her perfect c-cups.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing onto and kneading them with your hands, while you lick and suckle on her perky nipples, eliciting moans and giggles from her.</span><br />&quot;Mmm... tastes and feels like marsh mellows.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles, but slaps your shoulder lightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't say that!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She blushes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wedge and wiggle yourself between her legs, despite the resistance Rarity puts up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seems she wants to keep her legs closed just tightly enough so that she can squeeze and rub you with them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She makes it a snug fit, but that makes it feel even better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, you insert yourself inside her again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She watches with baited breath, and throws her head back when your length is all the way in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wrap your arms around her back, and she returns this in kind with her own arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And slowly, you rock back and forth into her with short motions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You want to make this last as long as possible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This doesn't seem to be a problem for Rarity, who is giving you a warm, bright smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hug and cuddle her body, placing soft kisses all over her chest, shoulders, and neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles again happily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, Anon, this is so wonderful! It's just as I hoped it would be!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reply by giving her a deep, long kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She licks her lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mmm... you must have missed my cooking today.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She teases.</span><br />&quot;I did.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You admit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, after this, I can make us a big stack of pancakes.&quot;</span><br />&quot;One big stack?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um hmm! We'll share it~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says with a much too cute voice and smile.</span><br />&quot;Eeehhh... I dunno, I'm not sure I want to share with you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Excuse me?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh, and she resists joining in by forcing a scrunchy mouth and nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go back to concentrating on your motions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deciding that it's time, you add more speed and force to the rocking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This starts to evoke short, quiet moans from her with each motion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uhh... uhnn... uhhn... unnff... umnn... ummm...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You carry on like this for a few more minutes before moving on to actual, deep thrusts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each thrust plunging her into the comforter, making crinkling fabric sounds all around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hair now a disheveled mess, Rarity moans loudly to your rhythm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aaah! ...Ahhh! ...Uhhh! ...Aaahhh!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel near your limit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't hold it any longer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You squeeze Rarity tightly to your body, and make one final, strong thrust, expelling your seed into her womb.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your member throbs and pulses inside her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gives out her last, low moan as the sensation fills her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yessss... such a warm feeling. I love it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says with her eyes closed and a satisfied smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After emptying your entire contents, you bury your head into her shoulder, panting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everything you've just experienced finally catches up with the both of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're barely able to roll off of Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not content with that, she snuggles up to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do your best to return the effort, basking with her in the afterglow, the sounds of you both breathing deeply the only thing filling the silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...So... give me... a few minutes.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Uh huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...And I'll... go make us those... pancakes...&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Okay...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She softly kisses your cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I love you, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you love Rarity.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The next day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity comes back to your house in the early afternoon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's here to pick up the maid outfit she'd left yesterday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She said she wasn't ready to take it home just then.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But she's got it all packed up this time, and she places the garment bag containing it into her car trunk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You close the lid for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I suppose it's really over now.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Good. I don't think my parents would be accepting of keeping something like this up. I'm afraid your tenure ends here, my housemaid. You are now retired.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles playfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmmm... I'm not so sure about that. Maid Rarity might appear again someday.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That could be trouble.</span><br />&quot;That would have to be in the far future. But, putting that aside, now that you've got your freedom and all the time in the world, what are you going to do?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Actually, I'm quite hungry. I could go for a nice dinner. One that I didn't have to cook and clean after myself.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And I would much enjoy it if you were to take me to said dinner.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hands you the keys to her car.</span><br />&quot;And just where would you like to dine?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both get in and buckle up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I leave the choice up to you. Take me where you see fit.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says with confidence in the passenger seat next to you.</span><br />&quot;WELL.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You back out of your driveway, and start to cruise down the street.</span><br />&quot;I just happen to know a really nice, FRENCH, restaurant downtown.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity takes in a deep, long breath, with a smile she's desperately trying to keep in check.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Darling... don't even joke.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would never forget this day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was the day you lost your first, and only, maid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And gained your lifelong love.</span><br /><br /><br />End.</div></div>




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