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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />Author's Note: This story will be updated periodically.<br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door to your taxi opens with a creak, the &quot;driver&quot; patiently waiting for his pay outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rifling through your pocket, you grab a few bits and hand them over.</span><br />&quot;Bit of a tip, too. You're the only driver who was willing to take me up here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He swipes the coins a bit too quickly from your hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-yeah, uh, anything for the c-customer.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He quickly scurries off, the rattling of the cab behind him signifying his haste.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn around to the gate of your destination, looking through the bars at the building on the hill.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Surrounded by spooky looking trees and with a dark coat of paint, the manor you were slated to work at for the next few months was looking like it came straight out of some old horror movie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The dark clouds above rumbled, and before you could push the gate open, a few droplets of rain plopped down on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you got into the front yard, the rain picked up, gradually becoming more than a slight shower as you walked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lights from inside the manor seemed that much brighter, almost causing a glare in the darkness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You waste no time getting to the front door, trying to stay as dry as you possibly can.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thunder and lightning crackled against the sky, while the wind picked up and blew the trees around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leaves rustled and rain hit your face as you pressed on, the path almost coming to a close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The entrance, lit by two gothic-looking lamps, awaited you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pavement below you stopped, the door being all that separated you from a dry interior.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And your employer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A quick rapping on the door was all it took for the occupants inside to come and answer, the sound of hooves moving around inside becoming louder as time passed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were appreciative of the small roof above the entrance, held in place by a few archaic looking pillars.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door opened to a rather younger looking mare than you were expecting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her red eyes scanned you intently, and she wore a rather curious smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pony's eyes panned up to yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're our new servant, I take it?&quot;</span><br />&quot;And you're my employer?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How observant. Come in, please.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Gladly,&quot; you tell her, walking through the entrance.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first thing you notice is the rather odd lighting inside the foyer, as all the candles and lamps are lit with a blue flame.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Complimenting this oddly colored fire is the room itself, appearing a light gray amongst the few pieces of furniture placed in it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was almost as though all color in the room was sucked out and put inside those flames.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, do you remember the details of your job here?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's tough to remember, considering you'd only read through that letter once.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Really, the word &quot;job&quot; was enough to get you to sign on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cash was a little tight, after all.</span><br />&quot;Uh, not really, no.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Perfectly fine. I can give you the details as I show you around.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Alright. Uh, before we go, though, what's your name?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns around and gives you a coy look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, right, I seemed to have forgotten about introductions.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hoof is held out, tilted down somewhat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ponies around here like to call me 'Nana'. You're free to call me whatever, though~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you remember why you thought she'd be old so much.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that the creepy manor and high class feel of the place wasn't enough already, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hoof is still held out, but you aren't sure what exactly it means.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Through her lidded eyes, you can see a hint of irritation, as if she's waiting on something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smile falters for a moment, and she clears her throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's usually polite to kiss a mare's hoof if it's held out to you, dear.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh! Uh...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You awkwardly kneel and take her hoof, planting your lips on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A quick smacking sound is produced as your lips leave it, and Nana's smile returns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Excellent~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns back around, moving forward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come along, now. We've got an entire manor to tour.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you follow, you notice her flanks visibly sway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Odd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A high class pony such as her didn't seem like much of a flirty type.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, your name is Anonymous, correct?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yep. At first I thought it was weird to have this name, but then I came to the world of ponies somehow, and now I don't feel weird anymore.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're all a little 'weird', Anonymous. Don't feel singled out.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're out of the foyer and into the hallways, which are about as dark and spooky as the outside of the manor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you expected, blue candles help illuminate the way around the dark home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops in front of a door and opens it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;First and most importantly, this will be your room.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait.</span><br />&quot;My room?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks over to you, a sly grin still on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did you not read that part about living here as you worked? That if you did a good enough job, you'd stay longer than your initial time here?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uhhh...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man, that &quot;job&quot; part really did grab all of your attention span.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's fine if you didn't pack. We can send you home tomorrow to grab your things.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With the shock out of your system, you look inside at the bedroom, and are almost amazed that you'd be staying here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A large, ornate carpet lies in the center of the room, accompanied by a small fireplace, a king sized bed with velvet sheets, a dresser, vanity table, and closet.</span><br />&quot;Whoa...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nana once again giggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's what they all say.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You close the door, ready for whatever else Nana has in store for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing could top that, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Further this way, we'll come to the dining room and kitchen. Your job doesn't involve any cooking as of yet, but it's best to get you acquainted with it regardless.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What about the rest of these rooms we're passing?&quot; you ask, noticing all the other doors you're walking by.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The rest of those are bedrooms for the other servants. There's no need to look through all of them, especially since most are asleep right now~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What time was it again?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The dining room is proceeded by a doorless entrance, but the space is wide enough to accompany maybe three.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The room itself...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is where you'll be eating, Anonymous. You'll hear the meal triangle each time the food has been prepared.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A huge dining table sat by a window that was probably half the size of the manor walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That is to say, ginormous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other half of the room not occupied by the table looked to serve as a dance floor of sorts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could only imagine the kind of balls they held here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Uh...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nana was halfway across the room before you came to and hurried to catch up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was wondering when you'd notice my absence.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sorry, got a little lost in my thoughts.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hums.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The noble pushes open one of the double doors leading to the kitchen, letting you take a look inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This room, oddly enough, has a brighter palette than most of the manor itself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While the utensils and appliances all had something of a silver sheen, the walls were a palish peach in color, and the tiles on the ground were of a bright brownish.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;As I said, you won't be doing any cooking as of current, but that may very well change in the future.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why's that?&quot; you ask as the two of you leave the kitchen.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A mischievous expression remains on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sometimes our servants just can't handle the work. Sometimes they simply vanish. Nopony ever knows what happens to them.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's...encouraging.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't worry, Anonymous,&quot; she says, stopping and turning around, &quot;I like you, so I'll make sure you don't get hurt~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She walks by you, then turns back quickly, her tail brushing against your legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Somehow you think that contact was on purpose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now, we're getting behind schedule. Let's continue.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A long walk and an awkward silence later, you're brought to a backdoor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nana opens it to reveal a grand garden on the other side, being pelted by rain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is where one of your jobs will take place. You'll be trimming hedges and cutting the grass. We've other servants to care for the flowers.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What if it rains, like right now?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I did say ONE of your jobs, didn't I?&quot; she asks with a grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's then that you're able to get a look at her teeth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Were those...fangs?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Our next stop is going to be over here,&quot; she tells you, pointing in front of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this point, the traveling between rooms becomes a bit of a blur, passing as quickly as it starts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The general rooms were things like bathrooms, a couple storages, a wine cellar, yadda yadda.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was one last room to check out, according to Nana.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is the lounge, Anonymous,&quot; she tells you, opening the door, &quot;You're free to come here when you're off-duty.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mom?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In the room sits a mare that looks just about as young as Nana.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, her hair is styled differently, being one big flow with pointed ends instead of put together in an ornate bun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The few pieces of clothing she has on differs from Nana's sort of frilliness, giving this pony a sleeker, more modern look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Goggles, stockings, and a choker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This new pony hops off of the stool she sat on, coming over to you and Nana.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ooooo, is this a new servant?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, dear. Anonymous, this is my daughter, Lilith.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kneel down, expecting Lilith to demand a kiss on her hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, she puts her hoof under your chin, bringing your face to hers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, he's quite a handsome specimen.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but feel your face flush a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nobody's ever complimented your looks before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Be gentle with him, Lilith. He is new, after all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll be sure to break him in nice and easy, mom~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She licks her teeth, which are revealed to also contain a couple fangs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was this normal for ponies?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whatever, not like it was important.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How's your tour been so far, Nonny?&quot; she asks, squishing your cheeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not even a minute and she already has a nickname for you.</span><br />&quot;Dish plashe ish big.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lets you go, putting a hoof under her chin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'll get used to it, Nonny. Everypony does.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For such a little mare, she sure could squish cheeks pretty hard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He will in time, but for now, he has to be sent to his room, Lilith. He's got a busy day ahead of him tomorrow.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lilith puts on a mock pouty face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Awww, and here I was hoping I'd get to know him a little better.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, maybe after I'm done with work tomorrow?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles, her eyebrows arched in content.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm looking forward to it~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nana leads you out as Lilith gives you a coy wave goodbye.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you reach your room, Nana stops you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now Anonymous, you're either going to get up at eight o' clock sharp, or one of the servants will have to force you awake. After that, report to the foyer at nine for your duties.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sure, I'll do that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good. You're already looking to be a very good worker. Pleasant dreams, Anonymous~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nana leaves you to your room, heading to places unknown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without someone else around, the halls of the manor suddenly get a little more scary to be in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You close the door to your bedroom, allowing the light of the candles inside it to illuminate your way around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without any pajamas, your only choice is to strip down to your underwear and sleep in that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slipping under the covers of the bed, you find yourself comforted by the silky smooth sheets and their warming embrace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the uncertainty about tomorrow lingering in your mind, you're able to put it to rest, along with yourself.</span><br /><br />Update <span class="nu0">4</span>/<span class="nu0">20</span>/<span class="nu0">2016</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes open, and you're met with an unfamiliar room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gone was your plaster ceiling, replaced by an old, wooden one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you sat up in the bed, you started to remember where you were.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fireplace was a great reminder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Working for Nana and all that good stuff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instinctively, you looked at the clock above the fireplace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;7:41.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were up earlier than you needed to be, but you could never go back to sleep after a long night of it already.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Best get up and prepare for the day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your walk to the dresser is cut short by you almost tripping over something on the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking down at you feet, you find yesterday's clothes sitting on the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had no other clothes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rolling your eyes, you pick up the strewn clothes and put them back on, feeling a tad gross as you did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hopefully they'd get you a ride home. You weren't exactly inclined to pay for another cab.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Provided any drivers were even brave enough to come up here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door clicks, and you're back out in the hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sun shone through the windows, a huge contrast from the downpour last night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nana said to be at the foyer at nine, but it wasn't even eight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you could get some breakfast?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A quick walk later, you were entering the dining room, which was full of the other servants themselves eating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They stop to look at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Having all those eyes on you at once...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could feel sweat forming on your forehead.</span><br />&quot;Uh...hi?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of the maids whispers to a big, buff servant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He shakes his head at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wh-who are you?&quot; a second maid asks you.</span><br />&quot;Nana didn't tell you guys about me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Apparently not,&quot; a skinny, pale blue stallion pipes up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An older, light orange stallion clears his throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you a new servant of our fair lady?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah. My name's Anonymous.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course. She always likes to 'surprise' me with new ones,&quot; he sarcastically says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He gets out of his seat to greet you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I am Kingpin, the house butler. Lady Nana may be your employer, but you report to me for duties.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He holds his hoof out, and you shake it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you let go, he points to each other pony as he introduces them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is Scale Tipper,&quot; he tells you, referring to the bigger, burly stallion at the table. &quot;He performs most of the manual labor around the manor.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Scale nods to you curtly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is Silk Weave. She and Dawnlight, seated next to her, are the maids of the house.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silk bats her eyelashes at you while Dawnlight shyly shrinks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Another newbie. I'll help you up the rung, hun.&quot; Silk teases.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Our resident chef, Flour Flips, has cooked us this fine breakfast.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The amber mare smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come and-a taste, Anonemoos! Is good, yeah?&quot; she asks her fellow servants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And our final servant is Spit Shine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I do a lot of cleaning, if you couldn't tell by the name. Only been here a week, so we should stick together, bud.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ponies were quick to make friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;As the clock has not yet struck nine o' clock, we're free to do as we please. Each day we usually eat breakfast together around this time.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sounds cozy. Eating together before working together.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trust me,&quot; Scale Tipper says, &quot;you learn more about each other as you work.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silk lightly smacks his arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's because you focus too much on eating instead of talking, you big lug.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's then that you notice something distinctly odd.</span><br />&quot;Hey, wait, where's Nana? Or Lilith?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The room falls silent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh....&quot; wonders Spit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They never show up, actually,&quot; mentions Silk. &quot;Doesn't mean they don't eat though, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I suppose they sneak into some a' my snacks when nobody's lookin'.&quot; Flour suggests.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your employers were getting weirder by the minute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not important enough to dwell on,&quot; Kingpin butts in, &quot;back to your meals, everyone.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As everyone begins to eat again, Kingpin uses his magic to pull out a seat for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come, Anonymous. You're one of us, now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Odd way of putting it, but you wouldn't argue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You approach the chair and sit in it, a bowl of soup being poured in front of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kingpin gives you a spoon, then continues with his own bowl.</span><br />&quot;Soup? For breakfast?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I call it-eh breakfast soup! I guarantee eet's good, Anonemoose. Taste it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She jovially watches you, waiting for the soup to meet your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Obliging her request, you take the spoon and dunk it in the soup, bringing some up to your lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A light sip is all you take, and you're instantly hit with a sweetness unlike anything you've tasted before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a mixture of cinnamon and raisin, but with something else...something that adds a sugary texture to the mix.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give her a nod of approval.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah, what did I tell you? Nopony yet dislike my deeshes!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gladly take in the rest of the soup, the rest of the servants finishing their meals and talking with each other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kingpin leans over to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We still have nearly a half hour before work,&quot; he whispers, &quot;I'd suggest you go bathe. I will leave you a uniform to dress in.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least that solved the dirty clothes issue.</span><br /><br />Update <span class="nu0">4</span>/<span class="nu0">22</span>/<span class="nu0">2016</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your meal finished, you set your bowl aside and scooted away from the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, does someone like leaving extra work for me and Dawnlight?&quot; Silk asks you, pointing at the bowl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but feel embarrassed at her comment.</span><br />&quot;Uh, sorry, I'll-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She waves her hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm teasing, sweetie. Go do your thing,&quot; she says with a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spit chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That just made it worse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Best leave now so you can have some of your dignity intact.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exit the room, Kingpin following so he knows where to deposit the uniform.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A random bathroom is where you end up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not like that wasn't expected.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I will leave the clothes at the door,&quot; Kingpin informs you, turning around to leave, &quot;Be sure to be quick with your shower.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hoped you'd be able to shower with pony-centric hygiene products.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The clothes come off and you're in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luckily, the soaps and shampoos don't discriminate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gone is the feeling of grossness, replaced with a satisfactory cleanliness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just like a servant should be, you figured.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing a towel, you dry off before wrapping it around yourself and cracking the door open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neatly folded in a pile on the ground is an outfit befitting of a humble servant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A tuxedo and dress shoes, suspiciously fit for a human to wear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You weren't complaining, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tux itself wasn't hard to get on, but the bow tie was a different story.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd only ever done this once for some relative's wedding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Needless to say, your tying skills were rusty.</span><br />&quot;Come on...&quot; you muttered, fiddling with the untied bow.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It'd make a bad impression to come to Kingpin with an untied bow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At the same time, how close was it to nine?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you make a quick trip back to your room, you continue messing with the bow, trying in vain to tie it together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The clock in there says...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;8:57.</span><br />&quot;SHIT!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bow could wait, you needed to get to the foyer!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A quick jog later, you arrive in time, everyone else having lined up and waiting on Kingpin for orders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lilith was here, too, for some reason.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kingpin's arranging some papers in front of him, so none of the servants are paying too much attention to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spit especially, who's getting special attention from Lilith.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hoof is under his chin, and she looks to be licking her lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then she notices you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ooo, you were almost late, Nonny.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She ditches Spit, who looks rather disappointed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She reaches you and lets her bushy tail brush up on your legs, the hair tickling you a little even through your pant legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I didn't like that we weren't able to talk much last night, Nonny. How about we change that today?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shoots you a sultry look.</span><br />&quot;Okay, sure. What do you want to talk about?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not very noticeable, but she frowns for a moment at your answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns around, tail continuing to brush on your legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, you know, hobbies, the weather, maybe some old flames and some 'fond' memories of them?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She raises her butt slightly, seeming to aim it towards you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hope you don't mind me doing a morning stretch, though~&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not at all.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her sultry expression leaves in favor of a somewhat dumbfounded one, as her butt goes back to a balanced level.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the servants eye her awkwardly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The white pony clears her throat, regaining her composure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous, are you-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Excuse me, Miss Lilith.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kingpin walks by her, papers in his magic grip as he prepares to speak to all the servants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lilith glances at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll...catch you later.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shakes her head as she walks away, heading out towards another hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone else stands at attention, awaiting orders from Kingpin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He clears his throat before speaking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Silk, Dawn, you two are to dust all of the bedrooms.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silk nods, and Dawn grabs a feather duster in her uniform.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two maids head off to do their job, Kingpin moving on to Spit Shine with his list.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Spit, the windows on the upper floor need to be wiped down.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Gotcha,&quot; he responds with a quick salute. Like the maids, he heads off to prepare for his job.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kingpin now stands in front of you and Scale Tipper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Scale, Anonymous, you're on outdoor duty. Scale, you'll care for the garden and Anonymous,&quot; he stops, looking at you. A quick burst of magic comes from his horn, and you find your bow tie is fixed. &quot;It's not exactly professional to work with an incomplete uniform.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, sorry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous, you'll be trimming hedges. Do a good job today, and I'll reward you with a good word to Nana.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Interesting incentive, but maybe it meant you'd be paid more.</span><br />&quot;Sure, I'll do what I can.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Scale is already gone, so you hurry out while Kingpin gives Flour a list of meals to prepare for the day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never did hear a triangle this morning...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you slept through it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Regardless, you're outside now, and ready to trim some hedges.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Scale hands you the trimmers, having apparently anticipated the moment of arrival.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don't want to go too crazy with them. The goal is to make the hedges evenly leveled. No bumps or overcuts. Not that hard.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His tutorial over, Scale goes to uprooting some weeds in the garden.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So apparently he's not accepting questions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fine with you; you're confident you won't mess up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As Scale uses both his raw and earth pony strength to take out weeds, you walk over to the hedges that stand taller than even him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How lucky these trimmers were so long.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The snipping of hedges commences, and while you make a couple mistakes, they aren't impossible to fix.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If anything, the trimmers are just a little clunky to work with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;*snip!*</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The cool breeze blowing keeps you from frying in your tux, as otherwise the sunlight would be melting you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;*snip snip!*</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A little work here, there, nothing too extreme.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man, this was boring.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;*SLAM!*</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You flinched, turning around to see Nana walking out with a fan in her hair and a towel in her hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't mind me, boys,&quot; she states with her nose in the air, &quot;Just going to do a little sunbathing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She moves to a spot near Scale and rolls out her towel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a sly grin pointed at Scale, the lady of the house turns around and slowly sinks her upper half down to the towel, her rear wiggling in front of Scale.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The odd thing was, Scale Tipper, a stallion you'd so far thought to be reserved and focused on the job, is immediately drawn to the sight, his eyes glued to her backside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chuckled, knowing she was getting his attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He dropped the weed he was pulling, absolutely mesmerized by her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mmmm...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She licked her lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Delicious.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rest of her body hits the towel, and Scale is brought out of his trance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ashamed look on his face tells you he didn't exactly want to be broken away from his work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Must have been a weak moment for him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He mumbles something under his breath and gets back to work, uprooting weeds once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never really stopped your job, yet somehow you didn't mess up while you watched that incident.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;*snip snip!*</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous,&quot; Nana drones.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The shears are lowered.</span><br />&quot;Yeah?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I hate to take you away from your job, but I'm in desperate need of someone to rub lotion on me. Think you could do it? Those hands look useful~&quot;</span><br />&quot;It beats trimming hedges.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Setting down the trimmers, you approach the shapely mare and get on your knees next to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Out from somewhere, she grabs a bottle of sunblock and hands it over to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking it, a couple squirts are followed by a cool sensation on your hands, the cream already working on an unintended user.</span><br />&quot;Where do you want me to start?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anywhere you want, Anonymous. I just hope you aren't such a cad as to take advantage of a little mare~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands find themselves slowly pressing against her back, the mare letting out a light moan of satisfaction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wasn't even that hot out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What gives?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Such a soothing feeling.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She relaxes her body, giving you full control.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The soft coat of Nana mixed with the smooth lotion gives your hands a bit of a massage themselves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shivers as you rub circles on her sides.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe I should promote you to a masseur, Anonymous. I guarantee it'd be a happy ending for both of us~&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hey, if it pays more, I'm up for it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lightly huffs in response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, it certainly WILL pay very well~&quot;</span><br />&quot;How much?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face falls into her folded hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A sigh escapes her before she comes back up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;More than you're being paid now, and then some~&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sounds good.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stays silent as you continue your work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands reach her neck, and she lightly tenses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Careful, Anonymous. I'm sensitive there~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heeding her warning, you cautiously rub against her neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She didn't tense up at all, so you must be doing it right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Crisis averted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The massage moves down to her shoulders, and she sighs in content.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then the last part remaining of her is...</span><br />&quot;Uh, so you wanted me to get everything back here, right?<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down at your last spot.</span><br />&quot;Okay, well, are you okay with me touching your butt?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pfffft!&quot; she breaks out into laughter at your comment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Scale looks over at her again, this time confused with what he's hearing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-ye-he-hes!&quot; she chokes out. It takes her a minute, but she calms down and catches her breath, wiping away a tear. &quot;Yes, it is okay if you 'touch my butt'. Never have I had anyone ask such a thing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She took that question better than you were expecting, at least.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With trepidation, you slowly move down to her bottom, rubbing the cream onto the round body part.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She didn't exactly have a butt the size of her daughter's, but it was still kind of big.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While you didn't find it awkward that you were basically rubbing someone else's butt, Nana seemed to be enjoying it a lot more than you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If her little coos were any indication, at least.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nana chuckles. &quot;Careful, Anonymous. You're getting close to my lady bits~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her butt shifts towards you, as if she were trying to guide you...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe not.</span><br />&quot;Alright, I'll look out for them.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move away from the center of her butt, instead rubbing more lotion on her cheeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her forehead hits the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once her whole back is covered in lotion, you wipe the rest off on your pants, the lotion luckily not staining that badly.</span><br />&quot;Need me to do anything else, Nana?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, just go back to hedge trimming, Anonymous.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Can do.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nana stays where she is, looking a tad irate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wouldn't know why.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hedge trimmers are right where you left them, and you get back to work.</span><br /><br />Update <span class="nu0">4</span>/<span class="nu0">26</span>/<span class="nu0">2016</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So...what now?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The whole manor was open to you, so it's not like you didn't have anything to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your feet took you around as you thought to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They really did have a mind of their own sometimes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The only noise you heard was the sound of your shoes clacking against the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe since you were off-duty, you didn't have to wear this tux anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But all you had were dirty clothes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Light bulb.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could ask Nana about getting your things from your house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Remembering where her room was, you made your way around the winding halls to find the lady of the hou-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, Nonny,&quot; a voice tells you before a great weight settles on your back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your feet stop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not hard to guess who's talking to you.</span><br />&quot;Lilith? What're you doing?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Getting a pony ride.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hind hooves tap against your sides.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;To the lounge. I still want to get to know you~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hey, maybe Lilith had some authority around here, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She could probably work out a deal to get your stuff here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Win-win.</span><br />&quot;Alright, I'll take you there, little miss.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I figured you'd say that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She squishes your cheek, something she seems to have become fond of doing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were still a little sore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roam the halls with the cargo on your back, never once encountering any of the other servants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not like that was an issue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A light pressure is felt on your neck before a quick popping sound follows its departure.</span><br />&quot;Uh, Lilith?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes?~&quot;</span><br />&quot;Was that you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not sure who else it'd be, you know.&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's not polite to pinch your ride, you know,&quot; you tell her mockingly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can do much better than that, Nonny.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That sounds painful. Maybe I'll pay you back with a noogie.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you reach the lounge, she sighs, then gets off of your back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sure we'll be better acquainted in here~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You enter first, and she follows, a quick click of the door signifying its locking.</span><br />&quot;What are you locking the door for?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So nopony bothers us, Nonny.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She walks over to the couch, her hips swaying as she does.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Very slowly walking, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No need to rush her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she finally reaches the furniture, she spends a long time actually getting onto it, leaning over and letting her butt hang out in the open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sure did like to take her time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When the pony finally gets on top of the couch, she lies on her side, presenting her somewhat plump belly to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd never noticed before how big it was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gets fed well enough, at least.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, you're done with work pretty early.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, it's crazy. I was able to trim the hedges well enough that Scale Tipper said I could be done.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The white pony chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wanna know why that is?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You mean I was helped?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her horn glows, and so do you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yet you feel nothing.</span><br />&quot;How did you-?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's magic, Nonny. I ain't gotta explain shit.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The glow fades away from you.</span><br />&quot;Did you just take it away?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She scoffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why would I do that? I need you to be good at your job, you know.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's...an odd thing to say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But hey, she was helping you out, so there was no reason to complain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins to slowly rub her belly, eyeing you the whole time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, some ponies say I'm a little chubby, and that hurts poor ol' me's feelings.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, I'm sorry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Think you could come over here and make me feel better?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tongue presses against her lips, giving them a slow lick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her rubbing hasn't stopped.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It'd probably increase your chances of getting your stuff.</span><br />&quot;Sure. What can I do?&quot; you ask as you get up from your seat.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smile widens as you approach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just rub my belly for now, if you could.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hoof leaves the plump area to leave room for your hand.</span><br />&quot;Man, you and your mom make really weird requests for my first day,&quot; you tell her, your fingers now contently gliding around her tummy.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare watches as you work, never once dropping the smile on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That feels pretty good,&quot; she purrs, &quot;but how about you go a little lower?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hand goes past her navel and down to the lower section of her torso.</span><br />&quot;Good?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hums.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Liiitle lower.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, your hand cruises to the danger zone, creasing the area between her inner belly and that shiny, black thong she was wearing.</span><br />&quot;This is starting to get a little weird.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh come on, Nonny. Just go a little bit further down. It's not going to hurt~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your fingers find themselves rubbing on the strap of her thong, the rubbery material producing a tiny squeaking sound as you rub.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, do you have a girlfriend, Nonny?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gyrates her hips, seemingly trying to get your hand inside the thong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was she really trying to do that, though?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe she just liked this spot rubbed was all, weird as it was.</span><br />&quot;Nope. Never really thought about it, either.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hums contentedly, bringing a curled hoof to her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's good. Relationships are boring. I'd rather just play around with others as much as I want, you know.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hips move again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hand slips back onto her belly.</span><br />&quot;Hey, I won't judge. Do you do it often?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, you could say that...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns around, her back now facing you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Give my backside a little love too, Nonny.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You mean just rub your back?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Or anywhere else you want~&quot;</span><br />&quot;Okay.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hand brushes against her back, inciting a relaxed sigh from Lilith.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then she moves again, your hand ending up on her butt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was an odd trend today...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh whoops, your hand seems to be right on my big tush. I'm sure I wouldn't mind if you kept going on it, though~&quot;</span><br />&quot;You and your mom are really weird. She was fine with having her butt touched, too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I guess you could say it runs in the family,&quot; she tells you with a light giggle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One thing that didn't run in the family were these thunder thighs. Geez, she had a big butt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And it was a little squishier than her mom's, which was probably attributed to Lilith's extra weight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not to say that was a bad thing...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, do you like my looks, Nonny?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why?</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe it'd be better if I asked what you like to look at it when it comes to mares.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You furrow your brow as you think.</span><br />&quot;I...haven't really thought about that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns back around, looking you right in the eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hand ended up back on her thong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So tell me, when you look at me, do you like what you see?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hoof presses down on your rubbing hand a little.</span><br />&quot;I...guess? I mean, you aren't bad looking.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hoof is still on top of your hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And I'd bet a handsome boy like you would love to experience what a mare can really do~&quot;</span><br />&quot;What can they do that everyone else can't?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;And just like that, she's suddenly frowning at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was a genuine question.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous, do you feel at all attracted to me right now?&quot; she asked, sounding impatient.</span><br />&quot;Uh...well, actually, I had a question for you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smile's back on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes?~&quot;</span><br />&quot;Do you think I could get a ride back home for my stuff? I forgot it and I really need it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Goodbye, smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rolls her eyes.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I'll go talk to my mom,&quot; she says in a frustrated tone, getting off the couch.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door is unlocked, and the white pony is out of the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nice, you're gonna be able to get your stuff today.</span><br /><br />Update <span class="nu0">5</span>/<span class="nu0">2</span>/<span class="nu0">2016</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you oh so much for coming all the way out here, sweetie~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nana squished the taxi driver's face in her hooves, the stallion entranced by her love and affection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stepped into the taxi, ready to go back home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After she was done playing with the guy, Nana waved to you curtly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm expecting you back soon~&quot;</span><br />&quot;Shouldn't take more than an hour or two.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the door closes, the cab rocks and you're on the way back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you're now alone, you're given time to think on the events of the past day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why exactly were Lilith and Nana so weird?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was work going to be harder tomorrow?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was Kingpin going to be mad at you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;These and other questions plagued you all the way back home, to the point that you'd reached your destination without noticing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hopping out, you turned to the driver to speak.</span><br />&quot;I shouldn't take too long.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Doesn't matter. I can wait all night as long as I get to see that mare again...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His eyes looked blank and empty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weird.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You proceeded into your house, welcomed by the familiar carpet of your living room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No matter how long you stayed at that manor, you'd happily claim this place as your home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You headed into your bedroom, grabbing a suitcase and opening your dresser and closet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Within a good ten minutes, clothes filled your suitcase, along with essentials such as your toothbrush, toothpaste, comb, soap, and shampoo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Boy, that was faster than you thought it'd be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doing a double check on everything, you make sure nothing is forgotten before making your way back out to the cab.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The driver hasn't moved an inch.</span><br />&quot;Uh...you alright?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Perfectly fine, buddy...perfectly fine...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That dead look was still there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Creepy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You got back into the cab, and the rocking of the outside told you the trip back to the manor had begun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time, different thoughts came to mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What would you do after this manor job?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Would you be paid enough to not have to worry about money for a while?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Were you really going to get that masseur promotion?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It would be preferable to the garden work...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And just how did these ponies get all this wealth?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nana was a seamstress, but was that really enough for an entire manor?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What did Lilith even do?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never actually &quot;got to know her&quot; as much as she seemed to actually want.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you could try again in the coming days.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seemed pretty nice, after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The cab stopped.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hopping out of the cab, you walk over to the driver, rifling through your pocket for bits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A hoof stops you from getting any closer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't worry, Anonymous. You're covered.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nana walks by and locks eyes with the driver.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don't mind him getting a ride for free, do you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hoof held his chin up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course not, ma'am...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I thought you might say that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is she...into him?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't think you'd see it, but apparently your employer's found love.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which makes you wonder where Lilith's dad is...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Who were these ponies?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Run along now, sweetie.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The driver nods, then speeds off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nana looks at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Enjoy your trip?&quot; she asks with a grin.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I liked being back home.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She walks to the gate, using her magic to let her and you in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course. And I'm sure you'll feel the same here in due time.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hopefully.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The manor has the space and the fanciness going for it, but it just can't capture that homely feel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you have an issue with my home, Anonymous?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the question, Nana didn't sound angry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, she spoke in a kind of playful tone.</span><br />&quot;N-no, of course not. I just haven't really settled in, I guess.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Certainly. I'll help you settle in all you need, Anonymous~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tail flicks against your leg for a moment.</span><br />&quot;Thanks. I'll take all the help I can get.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The dinner triangle rings, and you realize just how late in the day it is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nana smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, aren't you going to go eat?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I'm hungry,&quot; you tell her as you start your trek to the dining room. Then you stop and turn back to see she isn't following you. &quot;Aren't you going to eat?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks up, as if avoiding eye contact with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh...I'll be fine. Go. You should get something after all the work you've been doing today.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something tells you to prod her further, but hunger compels you to keep moving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe next time when you aren't starving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It just seemed odd that she and Lilith didn't show up at any meals.</span><br /><br />Update <span class="nu0">6</span>/<span class="nu0">16</span>/<span class="nu0">2016</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stepping into the dining room, you're greeted with a wave by Silk, the rest of the workers silently eating their meals.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon! Took you long enough!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull out a seat at the table as a plate of food is set in front of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flour smiles at you, then goes back to enjoying her own cuisine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you begin on your meal, Silk swallows her portion, then begins talking to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, Anon, I heard you did a pretty fine job out in the garden today. Are you more experienced than I thought, hm?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not really,&quot; you start, gulping down the exquisite tasting food. &quot;Lilith casted some kind of spell on me to get me to work better.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The whole table of ponies stop to give you weird looks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even Scale.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why?&quot; asked Spit.</span><br />&quot;Hell if I know,&quot; you say, shrugging your shoulders. &quot;But she doesn't want it to wear off, apparently. She told me about it all just a couple hours ago.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You munch into more of your food after your statement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silk is suddenly wearing a smug grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oooo, Anon is Lilith's favorite. I bet she has a crush on you~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Has that ever happened before?&quot; Spit asked Kingpin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The butler only responds with an unsure frown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't really care what her reasoning is, you were fine with any help.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dish is nearly half-finished when Flour suddenly heaps more onto your plate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you's-a-gonna be workin' harder, then you're gonna need a bigger plate, eh!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hopefully you can eat it all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Scale enviously eyes your food, taking the last bite of his.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dawnlight pushes her empty plate forward, dabbing her mouth with a napkin. &quot;I'm retiring for the night...&quot; she tells Kingpin in a barely audible whisper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Very well. Goodnight, Dawn,&quot; Kingpin says, the little maid quickly leaving her chair and scurrying off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That might've been the first time you've heard her talk at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shovel down the rest of your food, glad Flour was such a generous pony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you should ask Lilith to make you even better so you get more meals.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or better yet, all those things you were wondering earlier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She did want to &quot;get to know each other&quot; after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the rest of the ponies finish their meals, Spit stretches while Silk yawns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's about that time, ain't it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flour grabs everyone's empty plates, along with the serving tray and silverware.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stack yours after she gets all the others.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ponies begin to leave the table, Kingpin staying behind probably to talk to Flour.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you exited the kitchen, you felt a hoof nudge your side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was Spit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're a lucky dog, Anon. Lilith's a real looker!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silk, what have you done?</span><br />&quot;I don't think she really has a crush on me, Spit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh come on, you can't say she doesn't! Why else would she be helping you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, she said she wanted to 'get to know me', so-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oooooo! She likes ya!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face flushes a little, cheeks going hot.</span><br />&quot;That'd be really weird, though. She's only known me for a day or two.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ever heard of 'love at first sight'? Same thing here, buddy. Hey, maybe if she makes you such a good worker, you could get whatever you want from Kingpin! Or you'd have a little more authority around here with your employer's daughter to back you up! Or maybe-&quot;</span><br />&quot;I still don't think she has a crush on me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fire in Spit's eyes dies, the slim pony halted in his megalomaniac thoughts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sighs. &quot;If you really think so, I guess I won't disagree. But I'm telling ya, if she ever asks you on a date, I'll say 'I told you so'.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He walks ahead of you, likely heading to his room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There isn't much else to do except explore, but you weren't in the mood for that at the moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sleep sounded like a nice thing right about now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;About a minute of walking through the dim hallways, you round the corner to find Kingpin standing at your door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When he notices you, he frowns slightly, avoiding eye contact before speed walking away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How odd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thinking nothing more of it, you get to the door and enter your room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your unpacked suitcase still lies at the foot of the bed, your clothes and other things neatly put away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Getting into appropriate sleepwear, you pull the covers back and slip right in to your velvety bed, enjoying the warmth and comfort it encased around your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thoughts rushed to your mind as you closed your eyes, processing Spit's words, the events of today, and the lingering possibility that Lilith might be into you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It might make your job here awkward as Hell if she decides to get with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You probably wouldn't tell her &quot;no&quot;, since she seemed nice enough, and you wouldn't mind having a girlfriend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That and you might lose your job if you refused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But that's enough thinking for now. Anymore and you'd be up all night, and wouldn't be able to work tomorrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly but surely, you drift off to sleep, preparing for the next day of work.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your biological clock's alarm goes off, and your eyes open to the wooden ceiling from yesterday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sitting up to read the clock, your back cracks and your arms instinctively raise, stretching out to get the blood in you flowing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;7:09 AM.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Earlier than yesterday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Getting out of bed, you head to the door, opening it to be greeted by a different set of clothes from yesterday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead of a tuxedo, you got a green t-shirt with overalls, boots, and a rain coat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking out the hallway window, you can see what the deal was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like when you first arrived here, it was pouring, the wind blowing and a few bolts of lightning dancing across the clouds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hoped whatever you had to do today, it wouldn't be horribly taxing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking the set of clothes, you head to the bathroom and hop into the shower, washing away yesterday's hardships.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Frankly, though, you probably weren't going to need a shower that badly after today.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your shower done, you quickly dry off and get your clothes on, ready for the day's work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gazing into the mirror, you didn't think you looked too bad in this getup.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Better than a stuffy tux, you figured.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The triangle sounds off again, indicating it's time for breakfast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thunder booms outside as you head to the dining room, rain pelting the hallway windows.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you enter the dining room, you find you're the first one there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flour adds a dash of something to the pancakes on the table, noticing you as she does.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonemoose! Come und sit! You're gonna love-a breakfast!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking a seat, Flour sets a plate of pancakes in front of you, drizzling it with syrup and scraping the sides with butter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then eagerly watches as you take your fork and cut off a piece, eating it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What hits you first is the buttery taste, mixed with the fluffy texture of the pancake itself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you chew, a sweet tang hits your mouth, too, likely belonging to some kind of fruit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the syrup compliments the whole thing, giving the pancake a thick, maple coating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;These are no ordinary pancakes.</span><br />&quot;How...?&quot; you utter, looking at Flour in awe.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My mama and papa knew I was to be-a chef the moment I was born! My name says eet all!&quot;</span></div></div>




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