Maid Just for the Readers Two: Royal Treatment

Maid Just for the Readers Two: Royal Treatment

A clop by Sonic "Officer Dinglepuss" Derpboom

A single week has passed since Twilight Sparkle and Rarity's departure from your home.. After they had shown up in your kitchen clad in French maid outfits, told you that they had to gather information on human mating, and practically forced you to have sex with them, you were more than glad to see them off. While you will miss them, life will be a whole lot easier without their constant attempts at seduction.

After they were teleported back to Equestria via what you could only assume was Celestia's magic, you immediately began attempting to wipe your home clean of their prior presence. You looked around for any articles of clothing, food, or otherwise that would remind you of the unholy acts that you committed with them. After 5 days of searching up and down for any signs of their existence, you've happily come to the conclusion that they're completely erased from your abode.

You cannot deny the fact that you'll miss Twilight and Rarity's company. While you're more than glad to have them away, your house still feels a bit empty without them. You just guess that you had grown used to their company. You certainly can't wallow in the feeling of missing them, however. Your life will be considerably better without two anthropomorphic ponies constantly hanging over your shoulder. In a nutshell, you're glad that they're gone, but you'll still miss them.

As previously stated, a solid week has passed since your unexpected house guests' departure. You've found yourself noticing that, even with your extensive efforts to cleanse your abode of Twilight and Rarity's presence, you're having a fairly difficult time forgetting about them. To your own credit, it's not particularly easy to just forget what you had done with the two. However, you cannot stop yourself from thinking about it. The thought has firmly inserted itself into your sub-conscious, and wants nothing more than to stay.

You decide that there is only one way to relieve yourself of the memory. While this method will be temporary in effect, it's brief lasting will be more than enough time away from the heinous memory. The method in question is, of course, alcohol. As you don't often partake in drinking, you figure that no long-lasting physical damage will come out of it. (I implore that you read the author's notes if you have any problems with this.)

The point that the entirety of your current situation began with alcohol could be proposed. However, that argument is null and void. While it is true that you had recently awoken from a drunken slumber at the time of your first encounter with Twilight and Rarity, their presence was not brought upon by this. They would have still appeared, alcohol or not. Plus, tomorrow is Saturday. Also known as your day off. So, you begin preparing for a night of drunken exploits.

You set a spot on your living room sofa, in preparation for your inevitable crash. You shut off all of your home's lights. You take a quick trip to the bathroom. Lastly, you call up your closest clique of acquaintances. After a final scanning of your home, you grab your car keys. You exit your home, and set out for a night to not soon forget.

You awake in a warm sweat. Your body temperature seems to far surpass it's usual height. You turn your head to your window, in an effort to see the sun's placement. You're not terribly surprised to see that the sun has already set. The area that is outside of your bedroom window is draped in a thick layer of darkness. You, wondering how long you had slept for, turn your head to your alarm clock. The bright red, self-illuminating digits on the clock indicate that the current time is three twenty-seven in the morning. After only a brief moment of gazing at the glowing numbers of the clock, you find immense strain being put on both your eyes, and your head. You rip your eyes away from your clock. It doesn't take you remarkably long to realize that you are incredibly hung over, causing an agonizing headache to dominate your thought process. Your head might as well be calling you a tiny baby man. One thing that you can gather from this headache is that, as was your initial intent, you were incredibly drunk upon leaving your local bar.

Not feeling too concerned about your headache, you roll back over. You figure that you might as well allow yourself to sleep for a short while longer, hopefully relieving yourself of your hangover in the process. It's about now that you make a realization: You're in your bedroom. This causes you to feel a brief moment of confusion, as you don't distinctively recall arriving at your home before crashing. However, you quickly dismiss this feeling. You figure that you most likely crashed on your way home, and one of your friends had helped you into your house. You give a yawn, close your eyes, and prepare you drift into sleep.

*Creak*

It figures. Just as you were about to enter slumber, you're rudely awakened. You hear what vaguely sounds like your bedroom door being gently pushed open. Before you can stand up and examine the situation, you're presented with another strange occurrence. You can feel weight be added to the foot of your bed. The foot of the bed lurches in an equal mix of downward and forward motion, accompanied by the loud creaks of the bed's built-in springs. Naturally, you find yourself fearfully curious towards the foreign presence that has entered your bedroom.

You subtly shift your position, not wanting to alert whatever is at the foot of your bed of your consciousness. You attempt to put yourself into a position that will allow you to clearly view the foot of your bed without sitting up. As your field of view towards the rest of your bed formulates, you wonder what could have entered your room. You expect to see a malnourished humanoid sitting at the end of your bed, looking back at you. However, what you do see is something far worse than that.

You don't know why you hadn't expected a situation like this to transpire. The being that sits at the foot of your bed is one of the same alignment as the two reality-bending maids whom you had just seen off. The being who sits at the end of your bed is none other than Princess Celestia of MLP: FiM. As with your previous "guests", she is anthropomorphic in build. She is clad in an outfit that is identical to that of Twilight and Rarity's: A revealing French maid outfit that boasts a low-cut top and a short skirt. Upon further inspection, you realize that her skirt is even shorter in vertical length than that of Twilight and Rarity's.

As with the first occurrence of this nature, you can't find a proper vocal response to what it is that you're being presented with. How could you? A fucking anthropomorphic horse that originates from an animated television series sits at the end of your bed. How does one go about properly responding to that? She turns to you.

"Oh, you're awake." She says, seeming slightly surprised. "Glad to see."

Without any further consideration, you give a response to her presence. In an equal mix of frustration from your hangover, and irritation with her presence, you speak. You give a strict "no", before standing up. You demand that she states what her reason for being in your home is, as well as how she went about entering your home.

"I'll ignore your disrespectful tone, and fill you in." Celestia says, boiling your blood even further. "I came here through the same universe-jumping spell that I used to send Twilight Sparkle and Rarity. It's actually a lot quicker than I had expected."

By her statement on "universe jumping", you're able to gather that the multiverse physics that allowed Twilight and Rarity to enter your universe still apply. In response to her statement about her spell's speed, you tell her that you do not care about the efficiency of her spells. You then ask her if she had come alone, or if she has a traveling companion.

"Well, I actually didn't come alone." She says. "I brought my sister, Luna, with me. She's currently browsing your home."

You firmly command that Luna enter the room, as well.

"There is absolutely no need to be so harsh in your speech, human." She says, before calling for her sister.

After a few moments of waiting, your door creaks open. Through it, enters Princess Luna herself. Her outfit is slightly less provocative than Celestia's, boasting a considerably higher-cut top. Her skirt covers more, as well.

"Hello, human." She says, her tone of voice pleasant and nonchalant. "We do hope that you hold no hostility towards our presence."

You tell her that you hold a considerable amount of hostility. She hangs her head upon hearing this. You order that they explain their purpose for being in your home.

"Just give us some time to explain, and all will be clear." Celestia says. "After having read Twilight Sparkle and Rarity's reports on the human world, I found myself curious towards it. Their reports were extremely thorough, and I wished to see what had them writing so much."

"She had also requested if I had wished accompany her on this venture." Luna adds.

You point out that you had watched Twilight and Rarity write their reports, and that each one was only about a paragraph long.

"Oh, no." Celestia replies, her voice mixed with snide laughter. "The letters that they had teleported to me from your universe were simply letters to inform me that they had completed their studies. The actual reports were written in Equestria."

You figure that that is a reasonable explanation. You then ask what the situation in Equestria is. Who is running it while they are in your universe.

"We requested that Twilight Sparkle and Cadence take temporary control of Equestria during our absence, to their acceptance." Celesta says.

You ask Celestia if she truly thinks that it was a good idea to leave Twilight Sparkle, an obsessive-compulsive bookworm, and Cadence, a pony who was easily kidnapped by another, in charge of her kingdom.

"Not entirely." Celestia answers. "However, we needed somepony to run Equestria while we were gone. They were the best options."

You are then able to recall what your initial question was. You ask them, for the final time, why they are in your home. You expect a simple response, as that is how Celestia has answered all of your questions, thus far. However, her next series of actions both serve to surprise you, and sum up her reasoning for being in your presence.

Celestia's facial expression distorts to one of sinister intent. Without saying a word, the anthropomorphic sun goddess begins to subtly motion towards you. She extends her right leg, before planting her foot on the ground. She slowly takes a step towards you, an action that you reply to by stepping back. After her first step is completed, her movements become considerably less subtle in nature. She begins gliding her torso towards you, once again prompting you to step back. By this point, your back is firmly pressed against your bedroom wall. Celestia's movements are almost serpent-like in nature. They are slick and floaty, appearing as if she is using her wings as aid.

Before long, Celestia is within a few inches of you. Luna continues to watch from the opposite side of your bedroom. You recall Rarity engaging in a similar action upon informing you of her provocative intentions. Before you can act based upon this thought, however, Celestia reaches you. She extends her index and middle fingers, lightly placing them on the underside of your chin.

"Well, why do you think that we're here, human?" Celestia asks, her tone of voice sultry. Her fingers reach the end of your chin. She then shifts position, and places her hand in the center of your chest.  "We're dressed in the same manner as Twilight Sparkle and Rarity, and we claimed that their studies 'interested' us..."

Being a properly-functioning human being with the ability to follow context clues, you're able to easily piece together Celestia's(and, to a noticeably lesser extent, Luna's) intentions. The beings who are 25 percent horse wish to have sexual relations with you. Why wouldn't they? This is a clop story, where the only thing that matters is how graphic the sex is.

In reaction to her indirect revelation, you forcibly push Celestia away. This act causes her to shoot to a glance of disapproval, a facial expression that you could very well return to her. You give a loud, hostile "no". You tell that that you will not have sex with them under any feasible circumstance. You then tell them to either clear their mind of any lecherous thoughts, or get back to their own world.

"Oh, come on, human!" Celestia says. "Try to have an open mind."

You reply to this by informing her that, whether or not she has hands, feet, and breasts, she's still a horse. In this context, having an open mind would result in a prison sentence for bestiality.

"Human, if I may be so bold, as to point this out, may I say something?" Luna asks, reinforcing her vague presence in this situation. "To our knowledge, you were never this hostile towards Princess Twilight Sparkle and Rarity. We were also informed that you agreed to have intercourse with them very shortly after their arrival. Why is the situation any different, in this context?"

You inform Luna and Celestia that, while you DID cave into Twilight and Rarity's mild attempts at seduction, they had a legitimate purpose for desiring sexual contact. Celestia and Luna have no purpose. They're just two sexually excited "women" who want to try something new.

"You take that back!" Celestia shouts, halting herself from involuntarily lashing out at you. "I would never abandon my own world just because I was 'sexually excited'! I just want to see what had Twilight and Rarity writing about how 'amazing' you are!"

Upon Celestia's outburst, Luna seems to uncomfortably back away. You give a sarcastic chuckle, before dismissing what had just transpired. True, you could point out that her defending of her purpose for being in your world looses credibility when one considers that her only defense is practically the same thing as her prosecution, but you won't. Doing so would most likely cause more trouble than it would help. Instead, you reiterate your initial statement.

You tell them that, as they have absolutely no thorough reason to desire sexual intercourse with you, you will not be having sex with them. Period. You then say that, if they are planning on attempting to seduce you, they can leave at once. You don't inquire another flurry of anthropomorphic pony erotica.

"Oh, human..." Celestia says, her tone of voice being one of self-confidence. "We're not going anywhere until you give us what we want."

You ask her how, exactly, she can be so sure that you will ever succumb to her desires.

"Well, allow me to answer that question with a question." She replies. "What was the one thing that your previous mates didn't do while they were here? If Rarity's reports are to be believed, then she informed you of our instructions to be persistent in their seduction efforts. However, Twilight Sparkle wrote in her report that none of their attempts were exceedingly graphic."

Celestia is right. Twilight and Rarity, while being persistent in their efforts, didn't exactly break too many rules. Aside from you observing Twilight exit your bathtub, and their brief stunt that involved photographs, they didn't try anything that became extremely explicit. You ask Celestia if she is implying that her attempts will be undoubtedly more direct.

"That's exactly what I'm implying, human." She says, her face carrying a blissfully sinister grin.

You then ask Luna if she is on board with Celestia's slightly sadistic plan of action.

"Not particularly." Luna replies. "I only intend to observe what the human world has to offer. I am not exceedingly interested in the pursuit of sexual intercourse."

You give Luna a pleasant thank you, before turning back to Celestia. You inform her that, no matter how drastic her measures to assure sex between the two of you become, you won't give in.

"Go ahead and think that, human. I'd like to warn you that I have been known to be quite persuasive. After all, how else do you think I would have been able to convince Twilight Sparkle to come here?"

You answer her by informing her that she had bribed Twilight with the promise of a kingdom.

"You're splitting hairs! All that matters now is whether or not I will be able to make you mine. Be wary, human. Me and Luna will be around every corner of this little house of yours, until you succumb!"

You sarcastically say that you look forward to it.

"Glad to hear!" Celestia says, returning your sarcasm. She then turns to her sister. "Come, Luna... Let us go, and let him get back to sleep. He'll need it..." With this, Celestia exits your bedroom.

Luna turns to you.

"I would like to apologize in advanced for anything that my sister may say, or do during our stay here. She can be quite stubborn."

You inform Luna that, at the moment, there is no need to be apologetic. You then tell her to try and keep her sister in check.

"I shall try. Have a pleasant night's sleep human." She says, before exiting, as well.

The fact of the matter is, you most likely won't be falling asleep any time soon. You have literally just witnessed two sub-human horses who have absolutely no idea of how human technology functions walk into your unguarded house. You will most likely just exit your bedroom, and make sure that the two of them don't end up causing an electrical fire. Until then, you can take a seat on your bed, and begin pondering a very curious point:

Just how, in the ever-loving fuck, do you end up in these situations?