Walking around the city was difficult for Mark. Not that he or his body weren’t used to walk. In fact, the prince’s body seemed to hold some kind of strength that allowed him to walk great distances without getting tired.

Mark simply shrugged it as he kept asking for directions to reach his house. It was something that bothered him to no end. Somehow, the news about his accident had spread all around Canterlot, and ponies seemed to like to remind him every time they saw him. After a few hours, he finally found out Fancypants’ house (*Small laugh*), and the way back to his own.

Finally, after a couple hours, and after getting lost another couple times, he found his way back to his house. Seeing that it was still a couple hours before the party, he decided to relax for a while on his bedroom. Too bad that everything on his house was everything but relaxing.

As he got in, he saw no maids working in there.
“Huh. They must be on another section of the house.” He thought to himself as he closed the door quietly, not wanting to bother somepony if he didn’t need to.

However, his thoughts were interrupted as he turned around, for suddenly out of nowhere, a maid was knelt before him.
“Welcome home, Master!” She said in a cheery voice, causing the prince to yelp in surprise. Seeing as there was no danger, he relaxed.
“Oh, sorry. And thanks for the welcoming.”
“What can I do for you, master?” After considering it for a few seconds, he answered.
“First, I need some formal attire. Later, I’m heading to a party with some pony named Fancypants.” The maid’s eyes widened in surprise. But whatever question she was about to do, she decided not to.
“Second, please, don’t call me master.” The prince said as he walked past her, leaving the almost on shock maid behind.

Even when she didn’t know why he would ask such a thing, she decided to do something else.
“... I can’t.” The prince stopped on his track as he turned to the maid.
“I beg your pardon?” After a few moments, the maid stood up and turned to him with a serious face.
“... Master, I can’t. I am your servant, as well as the other mares in here. You brought us here! You are our Master!” Even while he was shocked, the prince took a deep breath before answering.
“... Hey, I know you know about my accident some days ago. I have amnesia, and I can’t remember anything before one week ago. And I’m not used to being called that.”

Even as the prince made some valid points, the maid still refused to accept his request.
“Sorry, master, but… I simply can’t… Please, don’t make me stop calling you that, for you are my master, both in body and soul.” The maid declared as she made a reverence, which, to the prince’s misfortune (or fortune, he wasn’t sure), showed more of her cleavage.

Blushing strongly, Mark looked to another part while thinking about what the mare had said to him. It was obvious that this conversation was leading nowhere, judging by the tears on her eyes.
“... Alright.” The prince said in a serious tone, earning the maid’s attention. “You may call me that, but keep it down. As I said, I’m not used to it.” The prince said. As he finished the last phrase, the maid suddenly hugged him tightly.
“Thank you very much, Master!”

While the hug felt right, Mark was distracted temporarily by the feeling of her soft breasts against his chest. As he kept semi-distracted with those, Mark suddenly stopped to think.

Since when did he let things like those distract him? He had always prided himself by being a gentleman and keeping his attention focused on the topic at hand… err, hoof.

It was then that he understood what Death meant by “unpredictable reflexes”. At the very instant she touched him, his body focused on feeling her. However, the maid did a question that revealed another reflex.
“Master? Why are you staring at my breasts? Do you like them?”

Mark’s face exploded in a furious blush as he realized that he had been staring at her breasts the whole while. Panicking instantly, he let go of the mare.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to do that! Please, forgive me!”

Even when he was a prince, there were some aspects of mark’s personality that never changed. And it was surprising for the maid, too. She stared wide eyed as the prince almost kneeled in front of her, apologizing for simply staring when, in the past, he would usually grope her whenever he liked. It was cute for her.

However, a couple years of training under the prince’s house made her prepared for situations similar to this.
“Oh, master. Don’t worry. There is nothing wrong.” She said calmly as she lifted the prince’s head to look at her.

Mark was expecting something else to happen, but instead of that, the maid took his head and shoved it on her cleavage.
“Remember, I’m yours. Both, in soul… and body.” She said, still calmly but with a slightly sly tone.

Mark’s mind was starting to struggle with the one on the body: His body telling him to just enjoy it by taking the mare right there, but Mark’s mind’s telling him to correct things.

Soon, with a huge struggle, he lifted his hands to try and pry himself out of the embarrassing hug.
“Diamond Star! What are you doing!?” The voice of another mare sounded at the end of the hall.

Mark opened his eyes to see another maid walking toward them, her breasts bouncing slightly with each step she took; on her face, a look of anger.
“Master just arrived, and you are already wanting him to take you!?” The mare said as she finally stopped before them.

Mark was still distracted with the vision of the other mare as he suddenly noticed where his hands had touched. The first maid moaned softly as the prince’s hands were groping her chest. Panicking again, the prince instantly retired them.
“It’s not what it seems.” The prince said nervously. Upon hearing this, the second maid’s eyes widened in surprise.

She started to think about it, when an idea popped on her mind. If he was behaving like that, then it meant that the prince wanted something else. Being as she ignored his true intentions, she proceeded to do the next thing that she thought he wanted.
“Or perhaps… the prince wants his daily service?” The second maid said slyly as her face’s expression changed.
“Daily serv-?” The prince was about to ask as the scene from his morning returned to him, making him to realize what the “daily service” was.
“Oh, right! The prince didn’t receive it this morning!” The first maid said excitedly, much to Mark’s discomfort, as she started to give him a seductive look, too.

His mind was instantly bombarded with realization upon remembering each and all the maids he had stumbled upon until that moment. Except for the one known as Scarlet, each and every mare almost threw themselves to him. And judging by the huge number of maids he saw the day before, it was pretty obvious that he got himself into a very embarrassing situation: he was surrounded by probably a bunch of nymphomaniac mares who were working as maids.
“...I gotta get out of here...”

As he started to try and find a way out of the embarrassing situation, he found the mares suddenly leaning on his chest, somehow resembling to how a cat would. Except that cats don’t have huge breasts which felt like they could smother you to death and-
“The hell am I thinking!? Snap out of it!” He thought to himself.

However, those thoughts were put aside as he watched as the maids started to slowly, and deliberately sensually, started to strip down in front of him, arousing him even more.

Seeing as their show was working, the maids opted to do something more daring: to make out in front of him. As they finished the kiss, they turned to look at him with a seductive look, suddenly noticing that the prince was gone.

Taking deep breaths, Mark tried to calm down as he found himself away from them and who knows how far in a couple seconds. So far, he wasn’t aware of what his body could do. But at least, it seemed like it could run very fast, and he was thankful for it.

However, now he was facing yet another problem: his raging erection, and the maid who was looking at him wide-eyed at the other side of the hall.
“Don’t ask.” The prince ordered harshly as he kept trying to recover his breath. Looking up again, he started to get nervous as the maid leaned against the opposite wall, showing the little that was covered by her short skirt.
“Sorry, Master. I wouldn’t ask for you to do whatever you want with me.” She said as she added a little sway to her hips.

Mark’s mind stopped working at that moment. Like in some of those famous tv series that he liked to see every now and then, he got a serious nosebleed and his eyes went wide.

Next thing he knew was that he was falling back while his eyes closed. And then, he was out.

Author's Note

Alright, guys. Let me tell you something:
Unless you want to stay up all night writing for your own stories, then never drink from three to six cups of coffee the very same day.
Otherwise, you'll end up like him.

This was ready since Friday, but for these same reasons, I posted it until today.
Enjoy!