Maid Just for the Readers Two: Royal Treatment

(If this chapter seems rushed, I sincerely and thoroughly apologize. I've been CRAMMING to get this chapter, and the last one, finished before season four launches. I promise, though, chapter 4 will have a lot of heart and dick put into it. Just you wait.)

The time is twelve-thirty in the afternoon.This is due to the fact that Sonic Derpboom doesn't know any ways to begin chapters, outside of time skips. Approximately six hours have passed since your... "Interesting" experiences with Celestia and Luna, respectively. Since, you have been able to reconcile with Luna. After she had worked up the will to speak to you again, you were easily able to explain the circumstances that had led to you seeing her in the shower. She seemed surprisingly content with the fact that her sister had opened the bathroom door on her. You were just led to assume that occurrences of that nature are typical for her.

Celestia, on the other hand, was less easy to make up with. It was not the fact that you had gone off on her, and flipped her off, however. No, no. It was due to the fact that she had blamed you for what had transpired between the two of you. She claimed that, "if you had been more open to her advances", the situation that had led to this strife would not have transpired. You're not making the claim that you had gone completely without fault in that situation. However, Celestia's notion that it was entirely your fault doesn't bode well for your slight desire to reconcile with her.

Anyways, as previously stated, the current time is twelve and a half. It is far too late in the day for any attempts at falling back to sleep, so your options on how to spend your time are a bit exhausted. You would leave your home, and attempt to do something worth-while. However, Celestia has more than proven herself to be untrustworthy if left without supervision. What should you do, exactly? Well, you'll do what you do in circumstances like this. If all other options are exhausted, if you are bored of your conventional activities, then you can look at some really crazy shit on the internet. A lethargic jackass' way of spending the day.

You migrate yourself to the room of your house that your computer is located in. You boot up the device, and take a quick stop at each of your websites of preference. After you have checked your notifications and your messages on each respective site, you take a stop at YouTube. After a brief moment's shock brought upon by YouTube's new comments system, you type in the name of your favorite song and prepare to take a listen.

"Human?"

Of course. Just as you were about listen to your music of preference, Celestia rears her head into the room. You frustratedly place your hand on your forehead, and give a hostile "What?".

"Well..." She says, sheepishly. "I... Wanted to apologize for what transpired between me and you... Earlier today."

This proposition peaks your curiosity. True, the threat of Celestia's interest in seducing you still stands. However, at the moment, she seems genuinely timid. You give her the okay to enter the room.

"Thank you, human." She says, before pushing the door open.

Your eyes practically pop out of your head upon seeing her garb. She is still clad in her French maid outfit, of course. However, there are two extra additions to her outfit that strike you. The first, and most notable, is a pair of leg-length fishnet stockings that wrap up to her upper thighs, on either leg. Pink bands that seem to tightly constrict her thighs rest at the bases of either stocking. The other notable trait of her attire is a laced, black band that rests, tied around her neck. She looks like a legitimate French maid, at this point. You don't bother pointing out the new clothing items, as her explanation for their presence would most likely be something lecherous in nature. However, she seems to notice that you have been eying her new pieces of apparel.

"Oh, I bet that you're wondering why I'm wearing stockings and a necklace." She says. "Well, I figured that, after what had happened earlier, you'd like it if I covered myself a bit more."

You nod, not taking the time to waste breath on telling her that her new clothing items only serve to make her outfit even more provocative than it previously was.

"And, if it's any consolation, I actually did make you a cake, as a bit of an apology present. It's in the other room."

Before you can say anything, she steps out of the room. After a few moments have passed, she comes back, with her hands full. In one hand, she holds an unopened can of soda. On the other, a small, frosting coated cake rests on a paper plate. The cake is nothing impressive, seeming like something that you could buy in the Wal-Mart freezer section. However, it's a friendly gesture. Given who it's coming from, that's saying a lot. You thank her, and say that you appreciate the "gifts".

"It's no trouble, human. I'm glad that this was able to suffice as a make-up dish. I was hoping that me and you could share a drink while we ate it."

You fucking knew it. It is this statement that hints you on her intentions. There is absolutely no way that Celestia would present you with one soda to "share", unless she had lecherous intentions. You eyeball her for several moments, her facial expression being one of oblivious curiosity. After a few more moments of shared eye-contact, you allow her to enter the room. However, you certainly won't be letting your guard down.

"Thank you, human. I appreciate it." She says, warmly.

She enters the room, being careful not to drop the cake off of it's plate. Upon reaching your computer table, she begins shifting her head, back and forth between you and the computer table. It's clear that she is trying to figure out where to sit. You have absolutely no intentions of lifting yourself from your computer chair, and she seems to realize this. So, she simply perches herself atop your desk. She crosses her right leg over her left, and places her hands on her right leg's knee. A slightly lewd position, but nothing too risque.

Celestia cracks open the soda can, causing a familiar mix of fizzing and crackling to emanate from the cylindrical object. Before you can request a drink, Celestia begins to heartily guzzle the liquid. It's almost astonishing to think that the scantly-clad, soda chugging maid in front of you rules an entire country. After a short moment of watching her down your soda, she pulls the can away from her lips. You look at her, your facial expression being one that indicates displeasure.

"Oh, sorry about that. This stuff is really good." She says, forcing a laugh into her speech. "Do you want some?"

You sarcastically say that you were unaware of the fact that "sharing" a soda indicates splitting it amongst a group of people. You then say that she might as well finish it. She nods her head, and places the can on the desk beside her. After this, the two of you share about thirty seconds of awkward silence. Another short span of time passes, until Celestia finally speaks up.

"Y'know, human..." She says while eying you, warmly. "I appreciate everything that you've been doing for me and Luna."

You are puzzled by this statement. Is Celestia showing genuine compassion? You want to find out. You ask her what it is that she means.

"Well, your hospitality has been undying. Even though you've been thoroughly unwilling to give us what it is we came here for, you've still supplied us with food, drinks, and a place to stay. And, for that, I'd like to thank you."

You're dumbfounded. Celestia, the woman/mare/whatever the fuck you want to call her, who has donned a French maid costume, welcomed herself into your home, wasted your cake frosting on her private parts, and exposed her own sister to you, is thanking you for putting up with her shit. This is amazing. You had never once thought that there was anything to Celestia current mindset, outside of "How can I make this man have intercourse me?". You don't even know how to properly reply. After a bit of consideration, you give a calm "You're welcome".

"I'm glad that we were able to have a friendly conversation." She says, smiling that tilted-head-eyes-closed anime smile. "Now, would you like to share a bite of that cake with me?"

She then points to the aforementioned mini-cake, which she has since casually laid down, beside the half-empty soda. You give a hesitant yes. You're not really sure how you two are going to go about sharing a cake that's entirety can sit comfortably atop a half-moon cookie. You're even more unsure as to how the two of you are going to eat it, what with the lack of any nearby forks. You propose this thought to Celestia.

"Oh, human." She says, shaking her head. "Do you honestly think that I would be ignorant enough to bring a cake in here without any way of eating it?"

Before you can answer her question, she lifts up her outfit's frilly, white apron. This reveals that, underneath it, a large, singular pocket rests comfortably. You have two thoughts about this: One is "Who the actual fuck puts pockets on a skirt?", and the other is "Who the actual fuck puts a pocket on the front of anything, besides a shirt?". Regardless, Celestia proceeds to pull two plastic forks out of the pocket.

"Shall we?" She says, holding one of the two forks in front of you?

You give a mental shrug. Unless she's planning on intentionally dropping her portion of the cake onto herself, you don't see any ways that she could make this situation sexual. You nod your head, and grab the fork out of her hand. As you stand up to Spy-stab your fork into the cake, Celestia puts her hand out, halting you. Without saying a word, she proceeds to place the far-left point of her fork on the very edge of the cake. She then proceeds to insert it into the cake. Before you can object, and tell her that she is doing the exact same thing as what she did with the soda, her intentions become clear. She lightly places her hand on the opposing end of the cake, and begins sliding her fork though it. This effortlessly splits it into two halves. Within seconds, the cake is rendered to two, equally sized portions. One for each of you. She hands you your half, before smiling upon you.

"In case you were wondering, cake is my favorite dessert. I've mastered cutting it with more than just a knife." She says, her facial expression being one of self confidence.

You give a chuckle, before taking your half of the cake. You place it upon your computer desk, and plunge your fork into it. You lift a section of the dessert into your mouth, and take a bite. Not to your surprise, it's delicious. It's identity as a plain, white cake is masterfully disguised by what appears to be a brilliant mixture of chocolate chips and chunks of frosting in the batter. Ponies seem to have a knack for turning relatively simple desserts into heavenly delights.

"Do you like it?" Celestia asks.

You reply by informing her that you like it very much. You tell her that it is easily one of the greatest home-made cakes that you've ever eaten. This seems to brighten her facial expression.

"Glad to hear that you like it, human!" She says, cheerily.

She then proceeds to begin devouring her own half of the cake. This is where your conversation halts. For the next several minutes, the two of you stay in silence whilst downing your respective cakes. After she has finished her's, Celestia gives a yawn and a stretch.

"Ah... I'm really tired, human." She says, rather suddenly. "Do you have a place where I can lie down?"

You tell her that the best place would be on the living room couch. You then tell her that, if she is going to lie there, not to turn on the television. It would blow her bloody mind.

"Understood." She says, raising her hand to head-level.

With this, she begins walking towards the exit. You feel pleased. That was pleasant. There was no lechery. There was no seduction. There was no lewd behavior. The two of you simply shared a snack, and she left. It was simple and clean. Nothing went wro-

*Ca-chunk!*

Before you can finish your thought process, Celestia seems to intentionally knock the half-empty soda can off of it's perch on the desk with her tail. You know where this is going. You've seen enough of this to know where this is going.

"Oops..." She says, her tone of voice sultry. "Clumsy me. I'll get that."

As is to render all of what had just transpired null and void, she proceeds to pull a napkin out of her hidden pocket. Before you can object, she begins bending over to "clean the mess". Within moments, she is completely exposed to you. True, she is donning lace underwear, but it doesn't serve to censor much. She looks back at you, her eyes half-lidded. To add one last bit of salt to your open wound, she lifts her tail out of your way, leaving nothing out of your field of view.

This is it. It's coming. You can't stop it. You can feel your blood growing warm as your anger overtakes you. You cannot help it. You stand up, and ferociously shout "No". Upon hearing this, Celestia immediately stiffens up. She turns around to face you. You're not having any more of this.

You find yourself breathing heavily, almost like an enraged bull. You scream at her, the fact that what she has just done has sullied  a wonderful moment. That was the first time that the two of you had shared a genuinely pleasant moment, and you want her to know it.

"H-Human, I-I'm sorry-"

You cut her off with another shout of no. If she was sorry, she would not keep doing the same shit, over and over again. If she was sorry, she would take your feelings on the matter of you having sex with her into consideration before revealing herself to you. She is silent. Her facial expression is one of apologetic worry. Ignoring this, you proceed to ask her if she had actually meant any of the things that she had said. If she actually cared about the endless chances that you've given her.

"O-Of course I do, human!" She replies, sheepishly.

You give a sarcastic "Yeah", before telling her to get out of your computer room.

"W-What are you going to do?" She asks, fearfully.

You sarcastically say that you're going to look up how to make glue. This seems to scare her out of the room, as she exits without haste. After she is gone, you give a sigh. You really want to enjoy having them with you. You want to feel like you've earned something. You're living every brony's dream. However, you can't enjoy it, as you have a lustful bitch and a third wheel in place of what should be two loving companions.

Your lifee sucks like that, doesn't it?