A Muffin a Day Keeps the Human Away

I flew up above the fridge and dusted it off with a few beats of my wings. The feather duster in my mouth made quick work of the last of the stubborn dust bunnies. The top of the cabinets was next. I must have forgotten to do them last month because they were very dusty.

As I cleaned the top cabinet, I sneezed and dropped the duster. I flew down and landed on my hooves to pick it up. I blinked a couple times to help focus my eyes, and bit the duster to pick it back up. A grey feather fell off my wing and landed on the tile.

I set the duster back down and grabbed the feather, then stuck it into the base of the feather duster. It was so convenient to have all these spare feathers molting. Usually I could make three or four new dusters from all the feathers I shed.

The cuckoo clock began to chime in the living room. It was five, which meant my master would be home soon. I was so excited, because he always took the best care of me. I had to be a good pet if I wanted a reward, so I rushed to my room.

Under the stairs was a small closet where I lived, and in a small dresser was my french maid’s outfit. I quickly put it on, making sure to get everything just right incase Master had a bad day at work.

The sound of his truck pulling up was one I had learned well. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the duster, now dressed fully as a maid, and began to dust the countertops. They were already clean, but my master said loved seeing “my pert ass in a maid’s outfit.” He says the way I fly around at his eye level is really sexy, and that I’m his favorite little muffin.

When the door opened, I suppressed a giddy giggle and continued cleaning. Master walked over to me and grabbed me by the hips, then using an arm, pinned my wings to my side.

“Master? Bad day?”

He grunted, carrying me off towards his room.

I could tell by the way he was squeezing me he had been through an awful day. He normally was a bit gentler when he wanted to use me, but I was a good pet and would never complain.

He tossed me on the bed and pinned me there by my shoulders. I heard his pants unzipping.

The tip of my right wing was jammed under his hand, hurting me. “Please, Master, I don’t know what went wrong.”

My wing was freed as he fixed his grip, but he put his other hand on my head and jammed my face into the comforter. I could barely breath as he pinned it there and used his free hand to push my skirt up, and then hold me still.

Master slid a finger inside my wet slit to see if I was ready for him. He shoved his cock inside with no foreplay, bottoming out in one motion. I moaned for him, knowing he liked it, but the comforter muffled the moan.

He pulled back and slammed forward, his balls slapping against my tits. The next thrust was even harder, slamming his hips into mine, and my hips into the mattress.

I bit my lip, knowing better than to cry. Master had a bad day, I knew this. I also knew that I was the only pony who could make it all better. That’s why I never complained.

His thrusting sped up quickly, and despite the pain I felt my own orgasm approaching. Pain was so commonplace that sometimes I thought it was Master’s way of showing he loved me. After all, my body had learned to enjoy the pain, so that must mean it is a good thing.

Master was close now. He thrust three times as hard as he could, grunting loudly. I could hear the puddle of drool beneath my mouth making a “schlopping” sound as he rubbed my face in it.

Finally he bottomed out, and I enjoyed the small orgasm he had given me. My pussy milked his cock of every drop of semen. It felt so amazing to know I’d made my master happy, even if he wouldn’t say it.

When he pulled out my loose cunt was aching from the abuse. He let go of my head, and I stood up and faced him. “Thank you, Master, I love you.”

He smiled. “You’re a good pet, I feel better now. Come on.” He patted his leg as a signal to follow him to the kitchen.

Once I got there, he was already putting a few muffins in my bowl along with some water. “Thanks!” I ran over and leaned my head down to eat the chocolate muffins out of the bowl on the floor. Master always took great care to find me the best muffins money could buy.

“Did you finish the chores?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do the laundry?”

I swallowed the large bite of muffin in my mouth and took a quick drink from the bowel of water. “Yes, Master.”

“Good, I want you in the nurse outfit at breakfast tomorrow.”

“Of course, anything for you! Oh, and would you like me to get the flat rate postage box to sleep in tonight?”

“No, Derpy, you can sleep with me tonight.”

“Oh, I get to be your little muffin! Thank you!”

Master picked up my bowls and dropped them in the sink for me to clean in the morning. He then pulled off my maid outfit and tossed it in the dirty laundry.

I went to his room and he soon joined me, picking me up and pulling back the covers. He set me down and stripped naked, then laid down next to me.

He pulled me close to his chest and rested his hands on my flanks, rubbing them and occasionally teasing me by letting a stray finger graze my marehood. I loved to be cuddled, and he loved to hear me whimper and beg for his cock.

Master continued to rub my side as he fell asleep, wrapping his left arm around my chest.

A gentle breeze blew through the bedroom window, the fresh air revitalizing me. I suddenly became lucid of the fact that I was nothing but a sex toy.

I sighed, looking out the window while I was still lucid. “I’m happy like this,” I whispered to the moon, “But I do remember what it was like before…”