Maid to Please

by Pajama Pudding

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Princess Cadance, Dark, Shining Armor
Length: 15199

When Princess Cadance decides to spice up the ole' marriage with a little transformation magic, Shining Armor gets maid a mockery of.

Cadance has just the idea to jazz up her sex life: transformation magic! The ability to live out any sexual fantasy from the other side of the gender fence! What could possibly go wrong?

WARNING. Contains TF/TG, Mind Control. Bad End. Dark.

Unofficial Sequels:
Maid to Serve by UmbrellaCorps
Maid to Please 2: Loopholes by videomaster21XX
Maid to Last by Door Belle

Published 2015-11-27 18:30:04 UTC
Last updated 2015-11-27 18:30:04 UTC

Maid to Please

Maid to Please

by Pajama Pudding

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“Shiny, honey. Do you trust me?”

As Shining Armor, Lord of the Crystal Empire, stripped off his captain’s vestments in front of the mirror, he tossed a glance over to the bed, where his sex kitten of a wife lay spread out seductively. “Of course, Cadie. I’d trust you with my life.”

The pink alicorn clapped her hooves together happily and edged closer. “You know I love you more than anything, right? And I’d never let anything bad happen to you?”

Shining couldn’t help but chuckle at her flimsy attempt to wheedle him. “Where’s this going?” he wondered, slipping off his golden helmet.

“It was our anniversary today.”

The helmet clattered to the floor, and Shining’s mind screeched to a halt. Oh, crap.

“Ugh. I’m sorry, Cadie.” He turned away from the mirror and moseyed over, his powerful white unicorn body freed from all its clothes. “Guess I’ve been a little distracted lately.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind. It’s just…” Cadance sucked in her lips. “Well, we’ve been married a year now, and in that time, we’ve done everything. Mounting, missionary, doggie-style, face-to-face, me on top, on the stairs, on the beach, in the town square that one time I made us invisible, on Celestia’s throne when she wasn’t looking, with toys, with ropes, that one three-way with Blueblood—”

“Yeah, it’s been a lot of fun, hasn’t it?” Shining laughed, snuggling next to her.

“—but the one way we haven’t done it is me with a cock, and you with a cunt, getting fucked.”

“What.”

It wasn’t even a question. Just a knee-jerk articulation of braingohuh?

Cadance jumped out of bed. “I’ve been reading up on some of the forbidden magic in the restricted section of the crystal castle library. I found some really interesting spells I’d like to try out on us. Spells that can give us really incredible perspective into how the other half lives.

“What.”

“I want to give myself a penis, turn you into a bitch, and fuck you silly ‘til the sun comes up.”

“What.”

Cadance glanced back at him and giggled. “Oh, don’t be such a square, Shiny. It’ll be fun, and totally safe! I’ve got it all figured out. You know I’d never do anything to hurt you.” She trotted over to his side of the bed and nuzzled him lovingly.

“I know you wouldn’t every do anything to hurt me, Cadance, but this is—”

“—going to be super, duper hot,” Cadance finished for him. Her imploring eyes met his. “Come on. It’s our anniversary. Say you’ll do it for me?”

* * * * * * *

Shining didn’t know how he let her talk him into it, but ten minutes later, he was standing in the center of a sinister-looking pentagram, surrounded by glowing runes and glyphs. Ceremonial candles flickered in the breeze at every point; the jittery flames rising from the wicks seemed a reflection for his own uneasiness. “Uh, Cadie, are you sure this is a really good idea?”

“Of course it’s not a good idea!”

Shining Armor breathed a sigh of relief, feeling vindicated, and he was about to step out of the creepy magic star when all of a sudden, his hooves locked in place, unable to budge. He looked up in alarm—only to find his wife grinning at him with wild eyes and a gleeful smile.

“It’s a great idea, silly!”

A beam of magic shot from the tip of Cadance’s horn to the arcane symbol on the floor, and the whole pentagram started to hum. Shining suppressed a whimper as he felt the changes start across his body. Odd, unnatural changes that left him ill at ease—and the longer he stood there, rooted in place, the more odd and unnatural they became.

It wasn’t that bad, at first. He felt his hooves becoming slimmer… daintier. Which was weird, to say the least, if not yet completely unbearable yet. But then the changes moved up into his chest and barrel, and he gave a gasp as the muscles he’d worked for all his life melted and dissolved away. His whole form slimmed until he was lithe and svelte. Then he lost a good few inches of height, which was definitely unwelcome.

“Cadie, I don’t—!” he started to protest, then stopped short when his voice came out high-pitched and feminine. If he could’ve moved, his hoof would have jumped to his throat.

The changes continued unabated. The second-worst part came when the transformation reached his head, and he had to stand there, wincing, as the bones in his face shuffled and rearranged themselves. To his chagrin, he realized the mirror was positioned right in front of him—Cadance had probably put it there on purpose, damn her—and so he had no choice but to watch as his muzzle retracted, leaving him with the rounded, well-proportioned face of a mare. By the time his eyelashes got done lengthening, he looked… he looked…

Pretty.

But just as he was contemplating that, the worst change of all occurred down in the lower half of him. His cock—his wonderful, dependable, completely-innocent-in-this-whole-situation cock—was forced to bid him goodbye, replaced by… by something else. He gave a strangled cry at the wrongness of it.

And then, as quickly as it began, the transformation was over. The pentagram released its hold on him. His knees wobbled, and he almost fell to the floor.

Shining groaned and squirmed in place, the weight shifting from one hind leg to the other as he—she—adjusted to the strange sensations emanating from her new anatomy. It was something over half the world’s population experienced on a daily basis, but unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

Her cock was gone. Gone! She couldn’t sense it anymore, she flexed the usual muscles and felt nothing, and when at last she gave in to curiosity and peered between her legs, there was nothing there. A keening wail rose to her lips at the loss of it. But at the same time, in the back of her, she was aware of something altogether new. Something gaping and empty, and wet, and cold, in the way that all wet things are cold when a draft runs over them.

“Mmm. I have to say, I knew the magic was powerful, but I didn’t expect you to turn out so cute!”

Those words were spoken by a new voice. A masculine voice. Familiar and unfamiliar, both at the same time.

Shining turned to look—and came face-to-face with a massive pink alicorn dick.

“GYAH!” she cried and fell back on the floor.

Cadance, it seemed, had undergone a transformation of her own, trading her customary appearance for the guise and parts of a stallion. And what a stallion! Towering, majestic, and sure, he peered down at Shining with sparkling eyes and a decidedly mischievous smirk.

It felt surreal, looking up at him. Whereas before, they’d been roughly equal in height, now Cadance’s alicorn genes conspired with her new gender to lift her above and beyond the stature of normal ponies. He was almost as tall as Celestia, with a chiseled, muscular frame the likes of which Shining had never seen before.

A tingle went down the back of Shining’s neck. Being so small, in the presence of somepony so huge and powerful… it made her feel… meek. And vulnerable.

“C-Cadance!” she stammered in her new filly’s voice.

“What do you think?”

Cadance circled her like a wolf, and a blush sprouted on Shining’s face when she felt the alicorn’s strong, toned flank rub sensually against her own. Then he came up next to her, and she felt him wrap a hoof around her shoulders, angling her toward the mirror as they stood there, side-by-side.

“I… I think I don’t really like this. Can we be done now?” Shining mumbled.

“Done?!” Cadance laughed. “We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet! That was just the first transformation!”

“The—the first?!” Shining’s eyes widened.

Cadance smirked and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

Then she took and step back. And she ZAPPED her again!

Shining felt another wave of changes wash over her. Marigold blotches appeared at the base of her hooves, rapidly working their way up her legs and body until her pristine white coat was entirely converted to yellow-orange. Her mane curled down the back of her neck and turned fiery red with a salmon-pink stripe; her tail bushed out and adopted an identical color scheme.

She felt a little uncomfortable. At this point, she would’ve had a hard time convincing anypony that she was actually Shining Armor, husband to Princess Cadance and Lord of the Crystal Empire. “Cadie—”

Before she could protest, a royal purple crop top with hems of sunset orange materialized from out of the ether, plunging overtop her head and fitting snugly around her chest. A matching miniskirt followed it in short order, and then a pair of bright yellow pompoms attached to the ends of her forehooves.

Shining watched this all happen with distaste. “Cadie, I really don’t—”

But Cadance cut her off, “You have the personality of a high school cheerleader, full of pep and vigor! You love to show off your school spirit as you cheer on the hoofball team, especially that hunky pink alicorn quarterback!”

“Like, whatever! Can’t we just, like… um…”

Shining’s covered her mouth, her eyes widening at the change in dialect that had been suddenly forced on her. “Like, what the hay, Cadie?!” she gasped.

Cadance smirked. “It’s called a persona spell. Essentially, it allows me to edit any aspect of your identity and personality, to make you talk… think… be like somepony completely different. It complements the transformation magic pretty well, don’t you think?”

A scowl erupted on Shining’s pretty face. “I think I don’t like it.”

“This is the one I had to dig out of the forbidden texts. The ancient magocrats of the Crystal Empire who first devised this spell only had it on the books for a few years before they banned it. It seems they all decided it was too dangerous to keep in common practice. Here, let me give you a demo of just how far it can go.”

Cadance’s horn began to glow again.

“You’re not just a cheerleader. You’re a vapid, airheaded cheerleader. You’re totally clueless in school. You don’t know anything about math, science, or history, but that’s okay. You’d rather spend your time thinking about makeup, fashion, and boys, boys, boys!”

Shining would’ve liked to articulate a stern objection to this, but that suddenly became, like, way, way harder when, like, um… all of the words in her head just, like, weren’t there anymore! Like, what was even going ooooon? Had Cadie, like… done something to her, or something?

“Shiny?” the alicorn asked, taking a step forward.

Oh well. Whatever Cadie did, it couldn’t be that bad. It felt good! Like her head was full of bubbles! And mmm, speaking of Cadie… Her eyes skimmed the pink stallion’s tight body, taking in all the delicious muscles on his chest. The areas under her skirt started to go all warm and tingly, ooh…

“Hiiiiiiiii, stud!” she purred, years and years of teenage airhead seduction experience bubbling from the bimbo essence that was quickly bleaching her mind.

The pink alicorn smiled. “Hey, yourself! You’re looking sexy tonight. Why don’t you give me a little cheer?”

Shining giggled. “Like, okay!” She stood up tall, pom-poms shaking in the air, and chanted:

There’s nothing like winning,
And winning feels so cool!
From the tops of our heads
To the bottoms of our hooves!
Crystal Heart High School,
We know how to rule!
And if you don’t like it
You can go back to your school!

First down! Get a touchdown!
Stop that clock, gotta get down!
Move that ball and score!
Move that ball and score!
GOOOOOOOOOO THROAT-SLITTERS!

Cadance stared. “Th… Throat-Slitters?”

“Uh, yeah? Our team?” Shining giggled. “You’re the quarterback and you don’t even know what the team is called?”

“Sombra and his bucking naming conventions. Remind me to have a little chat with the realm steward about changing the names of the local sports teams,” Cadance sighed, rolling her eyes up towards the ceiling. Then, with a predatory leer, he snaked his hoof around her. “C’mere, baby. Let’s have some fun.”

Thirty minutes later, the marigold cheerleader lay amid the tangled sheets, insensate and discarded. Her eyes were half-closed, and she had a funny little smile on her face as she basked in the afterglow, her miniskirt hiked up around her haunches, a trail of jizz leaking between her legs.

“Urrrrrgghhhghhh…”

“You can say that again!” Cadance chuckled as he postured in front of the mirror, admiring his physique.

“Urrrrrgghhhghhh…”

The pink alicorn laughed again. Tearing himself away from his own reflection, he strode back over to half-conscious high schooler and tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey! Time to get up!”

“Ohhhhh… Just, like, give me a minute…”

Shining squeezed her eyes shut. Cadie made her body feel so good, but she also couldn’t help feeling a little bit… used… by him.

“Was I good for you, baby?” Shining asked in a detached sort of way.

“Hell yeah, you were! So warm, and so tight! You were easily the best filly I’ve ever dicked,” Cadance said smugly. “Hell, I would cum inside of you all day, every day, but there are other transformations I want to try out before—”

“OH MY GOSH!” Shining jumped up so fast, she made Cadance stumble back.

Cadance stared at her. “What?!”

“We—we didn’t use protection!” Shining cried. The look in her eyes was terror incarnate. “If I get pregnant, my parents are gonna, like, flip out! And it’s totally gonna ruuuuuin my figure for homecoming!”

“Okay, two things,” Cadance said, bringing a hoof to her head. “One, that can’t happen. I made sure to put a birth control spell on you before we started this. And two, you’re not an airhead cheerleader anymore. You’re Shining Armor, and you behave and remember yourself exactly as you naturally would.”

Just like that, the pink bimbo fog lifted, and for a few seconds, Shining sat there dumbly, unable to wrap her brain around the complete and total mindfuck she’d just been put through.

Then she snapped, pushed down the pleats of her skirt to cover up her marehood at the same time she grabbed onto the sheets and held them to her chest like a life preserver. A heat rose to her face, half from anger and half from embarrassment. “Cadance, WHAT THE FUCK?!” she yelled.

“Shh! There’s no need to shout.”

“You made me into that—that THING! Against my WILL!” Shining cried. Her voice dripped with revulsion. “You’re supposed to be my WIFE, and you completely fucking took advantage of me!”

“Okay, okay. I’m not denying any of that.” Cadance’s lips pursed. “That ‘thing’ is called a cheerleader, by the way. And, uh… You have to admit, it was pretty hot.”

“…Yeah, it was. But that’s beside the point!”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it,” Cadance whispered enticingly, crawling into bed beside Shining and wrapping her in his pink, muscled hoof.

It didn’t seem possible, but Shining’s blush deepened to an even darker red. “C-Cadie…”

“You don’t want to stop already, do you?”

The alicorn’s other hoof traced a pattern across Shining’s chest. She shivered at the touch. “I—I don’t think I—”

“I know you trust me, and you love me. And you know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.” Cadance leaned forward, growling in Shining’s ear, “And some part of you is curious to explore the… feelings… this female form can give you. Some part of you… wants to take this a step further.”

“I… I… Yeah, okay, I might, but—”

“Then say no more, my sexy little husband. Just lean back, relax, and let the transformations roll over you…”

* * * * * * *

They did it together more times (and with Shining in more bodies) than she could possibly count. They did it with Shining as an innocent Catholic schoolfilly, slinking around in a plaid skirt and a blouse. They did it with Shining as a harem girl in a bedlah outfit, treating Cadance to a private belly dance. They did it with Shining as Twilight Sparkle—

“WHY AM I MY SISTER?” Shining yelled, horrorstruck, as gazed into the looking glass and spied the reflection of a cute lavender mare. The pink streak in her dark purple mane, the six-pointed starburst on her flank—with lower lip a-tremble, she faced away from the mirror and peered back at herself in quarter profile, nearly losing her shit at the sight of her sister’s snatch, winking in sexual excitement. “No! No! This is wrong!”

“Shh. It’s okay,” Cadance said, wrapping a strong, pink wing around her and pulling her close. “You’re a brilliant, but socially-awkward girl who’s just moved to Ponyville. Princess Celestia has commanded you to make some friends, and you’re panicking over how you’re going to go about doing it. Then you happen to bump into a big, powerful, masculine alicorn with an enormous cock…”

Shining felt herself shrink back self-consciously as the personality spell forced all of Twilight’s inherent shyness and insecurities on her. Soon enough, she was going along with the roleplay, doing and saying all the same things the real Twilight Sparkle would have as she allowed Prince Cadance to show her “the true meaning of friendship.”

“Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!” Shining moaned in Twilight’s voice as Cadance plowed her dripping purple cunt.

“Yes, my slutty little librarian! Scream out for me!”

“OHHHHHHHHH!”

The last transformation was the one Cadance seemed the most excited about. As Shining lay on the bed, now in Rainbow Dash’s body, groaning and rubbing a cyan hoof against her clit, the pink alicorn brought out a black-and-white maid’s uniform.

“I stole this from the Servants’ Quarters,” Cadance said with a smile. “First time I’ve ever set hoof in that wing of the castle. Did you know we have thirty-one maids on staff? It’s funny. I see them around so much, I don’t even notice them half the time.”

“I am not putting that on.” Shining shook her head as she continued to masturbate herself.

“Why not?”

“Um, hello? Maids? Maids are, like, the least awesome thing ever! Couldn’t you turn me into something cooler, like a Wonderbolt?” She licked her lips. “Mmm, that spandex…”

“All right, that’s enough being Rainbow Dash for you.”

Cadance waved his hoof, and Shining felt a wave of dizziness as her normal personality washed over her. “Ohhh…”

Then, all of a sudden, Cadance’s horn lit up, and a corset flew across the room and snapped across her body. “Hyackk!” Shining gasped as it laced itself up, squeezing all of the air out of her lungs. It was followed by a black bodice, complete with white frills, bows, and ribbons. The next thing she knew, a black dress shimmied onto her, fluttering breezily around her nethers, and a little black-and-white maid’s cap completed the ensemble.

At the same time, Shining felt changes to her physical appearance working their way across her body. Her fur faded to a drab, homely gray, and her mane styled itself in a plain little shoulder-length bob, blackening to an inky hue. A white hairband tucked behind her ears, and a plain white strip of fabric tied off her tail. Her cutie mark changed to a mop and pail, marking her as a servant.

For some reason, Shining felt more nervous in this form than he had in any of the other ones. “Cadance, I don’t know if this is such a good—”

“You’re an obedient castle maid, and you do whatever your superiors tell you to do. Without resistance or question.”

Cadance circled around her, his pink dick growing hard as he licked his lips.

“You’re meek and you’re humble, afraid of making any misstep. Afraid of giving offense to the ponies who employ you. Who are above you. Who are better than you.”

Shining winced as he felt a new compulsion toward subservience clamp down on his free will.

“You’re a poor servant with no prospects and no future—except to be the lowest-ranking maid on the castle staff. Your special talent is cleaning up other ponies’ messes. And just to make things more interesting…”

Shining’s breath hitched when a new, alien sensation planted itself deep inside her marehood, making her cry out in bliss: a vibrating energy lodged right up against her G-spot, sending blinding waves of pleasure through her with every wonderful, thrumming pulse. Her hindlegs trembled as she sank to her haunches, her maid’s skirt hiking up to reveal her shimmering-wet slit. A trail of juices was already leaking down her inner thigh.

The light faded from Cadance’s horn. “A simple vibrator spell… with a few tweaks. It will only bring you to the cusp of orgasm—no further,” the pink alicorn explained with a wicked grin. “A little evil, I know. It will go on and off at random, take you to the threshold of ecstasy, and leave you there. And it will suppress any attempt to trigger an orgasm by feminine ministrations. Clop all you want—the only way you’ll get off is with a big, meaty dick in you.”

Tears gathered at the corners of Shining’s eyes as she hoofed her clit uselessly, the vibrator spell continuing to drive her to a squealing passion. “Ohhhh! Cadance! P-Please!” she begged.

“Tut, tut! It isn’t a maid’s place to ask anything of a princess. And really, where do you get off presuming to call me by name, you silly thing? Whenever you indulge the Lord or Lady of the castle, you must curtsy and greet them respectfully, in the custom of all servants. For example: ‘Princess Cadance, it would be my pleasure to serve you!’ And you bid them adieu the same way. Now, you try.”

With the compulsion driving her, Shining had no choice. She got up, still shaking, wobbled a moment in her dress, and then she bent at the knees and bowed her head. “P-Princess Cadance, it would be my p-pleasure to serve you!”

It was only a sentence, but it was no small thing. The sum effect of the persona spell, the obedience compulsion, and all of the belittling orders Cadance had rattled off in the last five minutes had changed something fundamental between them. The deed was done. Though she knew Cadance was really her wife, try as she might, Shining could no longer summon the wherewithal to refer to her by her first name alone. That had become a no-no. In a moment, things had drastically changed: it was now Your Majesty, Your Highness, or Princess Cadance. Added to that, Shining understood they were no longer on equal terms. She was now, for all intents and purposes, relegated to the position of a submissive maid, the lowest of the low in the castle hierarchy, and therefore subservient to Princess Cadance’s—her superior’s—decrees.

Princess Cadance nodded approvingly as Shining supplicated before her. “Better. But it isn’t the way of the servants in my employ to go about lustfully, gasping and squealing from their carnal desires. You are to contain these urges within you, and as best you can, give no outward sign of them. You wouldn’t want to be fired from your job for impropriety, would you?”

The mere thought brought a baseball-sized lump to Shining’s throat. The mere thought of herself, put out on the street like this, in this state…

“N-No, Your Majesty,” she whimpered.

“Very good.”

Princess Cadance spun on his hooves and marched back over to the bed. He lay down, his head propped up on the pillows as he stroked his bulging horsecock, and he watched Shining with a leer from afar.

“Now, maid, I think it would be for the best if you went about your duties. Give the bedroom a good cleaning and dusting—and make sure to bend down nice and low as you tidy up those lower shelves. I’ll be keeping a close eye on your… performance.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Shining replied automatically. With the vibrator spell still humming in her wet inner passage, pleasuring her to the brink of madness, she smoothed out her uniform, clasped her teeth around a feather duster Princess Cadance was all too happy to provide, and set herself to the task.

It was degrading, having to do this—having to lower herself to the menial job of cleaning her own bedroom—but with the compulsion wrapped around her brain, she didn’t have any choice. She did as she was told and tried not to let it show as the pleasure growled through her lower half, becoming stronger and stronger with each second. But it never quite reached the roar of ecstasy she so desperately wanted. The roar that her body needed and begged for.

More than once, her craving for release nearly slipped out in a passionate, agonized wail, but she managed to tamp down on it and control herself. And all the while, she felt the hungry eyes of Her Majesty on her, watching closely as she bent down to pick up this or that. As her cunt winked wildly, and her sweet-smelling juices leaked down her leg…

“All right, fuck it. I’ve had enough,” Princess Cadance said, at last. “You’re driving me crazy with that ass. Get over here on the bed, and I’ll teach you why God created mares.”

Shining dropped the feather duster and rushed over in an instant, out of her mind for sexual release. As the muscular pink alicorn pushed back her skirt and pinned her down, she groaned and said weakly, “Princess Cadance, it would be my pleasure to serve youooooUUUUUUU!”

Her shrieks filled the room as the Princess pounded her, well into the night.

* * * * * * *

Shining wasn’t certain exactly when she’d lost consciousness, but she was pretty sure it was relatively early into the rutting. She figured that because her vagina felt raw when she woke up, hours later, wrapped in the Princess’s strong, muscular hooves.

The vibrator had stopped, thank Celestia. Through a fog of confusion, she remembered being told it would activate and deactivate at random, and a blush rose to her cheeks as she remembered the way it had made her feel, and all the things it had made her do.

It was early in the morning. Still dark outside. And as she peered through the shadows at the chiseled face of alicorn beside her, she couldn’t help but feel a moment of fleeting apprehension. Was it right for her to be like this? Her, a mere maid, lying in bed with the ruler of the whole Crystal Empire?

But no. That wasn’t right. She was Shining Armor, the husband, and Princess Cadance had wanted this. Had asked for this. She wasn’t doing anything wrong. She had nothing to fear. And come the morning, this guise would be thrown off, Her Majesty would change her back, and she would have nothing to fear.

She closed her eyes and smiled.

Nothing to fear…

* * * * * * *

Princess Cadance wasn’t there.

Shining had woken up again all tangled in the sheets, and this time, the daylight poured through the windows and fell across the bed in long, bright shafts. But where the Princess had lain the night before, now there was just the bedspread, and the blankets, and an indentation in the pillow.

A momentary panic rose in her. Where had she gone? She was still an earth pony maid! She still needed to change back! But after a minute of fright, her eyes fell upon a parchment left for her on the nightstand. She picked it up and read it:

Shiny,

Thanks so much for all the fun last night. You might think it strange,
but it really means a lot to me to have a husband who’s willing to
indulge these weird kinks of mine.

I’ve changed myself back to normal and gone for my morning jog. If
you’re awake and reading this, I’ll be back soon. Why don’t you shower,
clean yourself up, and get ready for me? I’ll undo the transformation
spell on you just as soon as I return.

xoxoxo, Cadance

Shining sighed. Nothing to worry about, then. Just a slight delay. The Princess would return soon.

But she wasn’t back to normal yet. The compulsion was still on her, and even as she read these words on paper, she felt herself slip back into the thrall of subservience: You’re an obedient castle maid, and you do whatever your superiors tell you to do. Without resistance or question.

She got out of bed and headed immediately for the bathroom. The showerhead gave a hiss as the water cranked on, its warm rain trickling down her back from the moment she stepped into the steaming tub. It would be so nice to stand here for a while, to just stretch and luxuriate in it… But she had her orders. She needed to clean herself up and get ready for Princess Cadance. She didn’t have time to waste.

So she quickly scrubbed the sweat from her body and the dry, crusty cum from her nethers. Her mane, she rinsed with water, not even bothering with a luxury like shampoo, for what maid had the time or money for such a thing?

Barely five minutes after the water started running, she twisted the knob off and hopped out again, rubbing herself dry quickly and efficiently. After toweling off as best she could, she put her hair back into the shoulder-length bob she’d started with yesterday—When did I learn how to do that? Shining wondered—and then, with a cursory glance in the mirror and a nod at her appearance, she headed back into the bedroom.

Her eyes immediately fell on the maid’s uniform, discarded on the floor. It was wrinkled and untidy, torn off in the heat of last night’s passion. But it would have to do: the parchment had ordered her to get ready for Princess Cadance, and getting ready for an audience with royalty certainly included being in proper attire.

Of course, the rational parts of Shining’s mind realized this was all patently absurd, even as she donned the corset again. Princess Cadance hadn’t intended her to put this uniform back on; she noted this, rationally, as she gripped the lacing in her teeth and threw back her neck to give it a mighty tug. The garment snapped tight around her chest, and she stifled a gasp before reaching for the bodice and skirt. No, there was really no logical reason why she should be doing this, except that the persona spell caused her to act like a maid and the obedience compulsion forced her to follow orders. And right now, following orders acting like a maid meant putting this uniform back on again.

Now she was done, she realized with a satisfied smile, taking stock of her appearance in the full length bedroom mirror. …Or was she? It was true, she looked every part the maid, and there was nothing in her appearance to give any evidence of her tryst with Her Majesty the night before. But the note had told her to get ready for the Princess to come back… and the bed was still unmade. It wouldn’t do for the Princess to come back to an unmade bed.

She had just finished straightening the covers when there came a knock at the door.

Shining froze. Who was it? What should she do? For a fleeting instant, she thought about diving under the box-spring or behind the curtains to hide herself, but she didn’t act quickly enough. The door swung open, and another pony—another maid—walked in, pushing a cleaning cart.

She scanned the room, and at first, her eyes went past Shining Armor, seeming to overlook her. But they snapped back right away. A look that was half-confusion, half-annoyance spread across the other maid’s face.

“Um, hello? What are you doing here?”

You’re meek and you’re humble, afraid of making any misstep, afraid of giving offense to the ponies who are above you, who are better than you, Princess Cadance had said the night before.

And right now, because of it, Shining could only stand there like a deer in headlights and stammer, meekly and humbly, “I’m… I’m, um…”

“What, are you new or something?” The other maid asked.

“Y… Yes,” Shining replied at length.

“Then you should know cleaning the house is for the Upper Servants! New girls work the Servants’ Quarters! Didn’t Miss Martinette tell you anything?”

Shining’s voice died in her throat. The maid just shook her head and scoffed.

“Look, you musta just started here, right? That means I outrank you. Everypony does. So listen to me: get your flank down to the Servants’ Quarters where you belong. Find Miss Martinette. She’ll give you something to do that’s more appropriate to your station.”

You’re an obedient castle maid, and you do whatever your superiors tell you to do. Without resistance or question.

If only the parchment had told her to wait for Princess Cadance to arrive, she could have disobeyed under pretext of following a higher order. But no—she had only been commanded to get ready for the Princess. She had made the bed. She had fulfilled that obligation. And now, she had a new one.

The magic spell had grafted itself around her free will. She had to obey her superiors. She could do nothing else.

“I’m—I’m sorry!” she said skittishly, wilting timidly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know! I’ll… I’ll go.” She bowed her head again. “I’m sorry.”

With a reproachful eye, the other maid stood and watched as Shining Armor slinked out the door and down the hall.

The Servants’ Quarters were a ghastly place. Unchanged since the reign of the dread King Sombra, it still had that tyrant’s particular brand of despair stamped all over it. Rough-hewn crystal walls set the confines for cramped, windowless rooms, thick with stagnant air and the stench of leaking oil lamps. The furnishings were just as rough. A long, splintery table with a bench on either side was all that occupied the floor of the central common area, with a simple wrought-iron chandelier to provide paltry illumination.

It was, however, sparkling clean. Shining attributed that to the maids who lived and worked here. Despite the squalid conditions, it was obvious they spared no less effort on their own run-down corner of the castle than they did on the other wings.

Her encounter with the housekeeper upstairs had left her with the compulsory order to find somepony named Miss Martinette, and this is what she set out to do, exploring the cramped and dim-lit rooms and timidly asking the domestics she came across to point her in the right direction. Every one of these interactions went the same way: no matter who she talked to, they all looked at her in an unimpressed way, answered her with a jerk of the head or a one-word reply, and went right back to whatever it was they’d been doing. Ordinarily, Shining might have been aggravated. But in this body, with the programming Her Majesty had given her, the treatment didn’t annoy so much as it humbled her, and she came away from it with the distinct impression of not being worth much in the eyes of these other maids.

Ultimately, though, it wasn’t Miss Martinette she ended up in front of, but the head honcho himself: a balding stallion in glasses named Noblebroom, whom Shining recognized to be the head of the housekeeping staff. As she squeezed into his narrow office, he looked up at her and smiled. “Ah, you must be Lowly Servant, the new hire!”

Shining blinked. “Come again?”

“Yes, it says here you were scheduled to start training this morning promptly at nine o’clock,” he said, leaning back in his chair as he shuffled through a stack of papers. “What happened? Did you get lost?”

Shining, biting down nervously on her lip. She attempted to explain herself, “N-No. There’s been a big mix-up. You see, I’m… I’m not really a maid. I’m actually the Lord of the Crystal Empire, Sh-Shining Armor.”

“Ahahahahahaha! A joke!” Noblebroom laughed, cheerfully. A second later, his face hardened to granite. “I don’t like jokes. There’ll be no more of that! No more joking of any kind, and definitely no more going around claiming to be the Lord of the Crystal Empire.”

Buck.

She needed to get out of here fast and track down Cadance. Obviously, she didn’t look her normal self in this guise, and the castle staff weren’t about to let a stranger wander the corridors alone. Better, then, to play along for the time being and sneak off at the earliest opportunity.

“I’m sorry,” she said, bowing her head reverently. “It—it’s true. I actually really am… that pony you just said I was.”

“Lowly Servant.”

“Right.” Shining flashed a nervous smile. “Lowly Servant. That’s—that’s my name.”

Noblebroom stared at her for a few seconds. Then he shrugged. “Well, no matter about being late. We’ll just keep you on your hooves a few hours into the evening to make up for lost time. That won’t be a problem, will it?” Shining opened her mouth to reply, but he continued without pause, “Those floors aren’t going to mop themselves, heh heh! I’ll summon Martinette to oversee you. She’ll be your teacher and taskmaster over the coming weeks as you adjust to your new life as part of the castle domestic staff.”

He clapped his hooves. Meanwhile, Shining’s eye twitched. Taskmaster?

* * * * * * *

“YOU LISTEN, girl, and LISTEN GOOD. I don’t know what your background experience is, and I don’t really care. But one thing you need to be clear on: I don’t tolerate TARDINESS from any of the servants on my staff. IS THAT CLEAR?”

“Yes, Miss Martinette,” Shining said meekly, her head lowering in submission.

“YOU LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU SPEAK TO ME.”

Wincing, Shining forced herself to meet the eyes of the plump, brown mare. Despite the maid’s uniform that adorned her, she looked more like a raging bull than a pony, full of rage and retribution.

“TARDINESS isn’t something we abide in this castle. TARDINESS doesn’t befit any maid. Not any maid in the service of Her Majesty, Princess Cadance, and sure as HELL not any maid under MY watchful eye. You’re not to be tardy EVER AGAIN for ANYTHING, EVER, for ANY REASON. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”

“Y-Yes, Miss M-Martinette.”

“I SAID LOOK AT ME.”

Trembling, Shining looked up again.

Miss Martinette gazed at her coldly for a long moment. Her voice was calmer when she spoke again, but it conveyed more than a hint of a threat: “Well, then. Now that we’ve dispensed with the… unpleasantries… let’s get down to brass tacks. Follow me.”

Shining’s legs moved automatically, keeping pace as the head maid turned on her hoof and strode out of the dingy office.

What followed was probably the least glamorous tour she’d ever gone on in her life.

The sleeping quarters. The smallest, shabbiest, gloomiest accommodations Shining Armor had ever laid eyes on, where maids squeezed together four to each dormitory, two to each bunk bed. “You’re to go to sleep no later than eleven, and to rise promptly at SIX O’CLOCK in the morning. You’re to wash, dress, and make your bed, and then report for duty in the common area within HALF AN HOUR of waking.”

The common area, with its long, splintery table. Shining absently wondered how the dungeons stacked up against this place. “The servant staff runs on SENIORITY, and as the newest filly to don the dress, you’ll be counted among the Lower Servants of the house. You must always show proper reverence and respect, not only to the Upper Servants, but also to the other Lower Servants who toil alongside you. Do EXACTLY as your fellow maids instruct you to do, WITHOUT QUESTION. They’ve been here longer than you, and they are ALL above you.”

The scullery. She had been wrong before; THIS was the gloomiest place she’d ever seen. Rough cobblestones underhoof, a meager counter, and a sink to do dishes in. A few paltry laundry implements. A mop and a pail, not unlike the mop and pail that sat upon her flank.

“Here’s where you’ll spend most of your time, dearie. You’ll have many duties, of course, but as the scullery maid, it will fall to you to keep this place in order. You’re to do the washing for the other servants, and you’re to keep this place SPOTLESS at all times—STARTING NOW.” Miss Martinette gave a sadistic leer. “Start by giving the floor a good scrub. You’re to do this TWICE a day, EVERY day. Once after breakfast, and once after supper. You’re also to mop the kitchen, the passages, and the pantries.”

“But what about the rest of the castle?” Shining asked, probing for some opportunity to get back upstairs and track down the Princess. She shuffled over and wrapped her teeth around the handle of the bucket. If she could only escape this place a few minutes, return to the Royal Bedroom and track down Her Majesty—

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Miss Martinette practically screeched. “Your place is HERE. Under NO circumstances are you to venture into the House—EVER—unless I personally direct you to do so.”

If the spell didn’t require her to march to the sink and fill up that pail, Shining would’ve stopped dead in her tracks.

The door swung shut. The key turned.

With no free will and no choice but to obey, there was no way for her to escape. The rest of the castle might just as well have been on the Griffin Continent for all the good it would do her. One careless proclamation and now all the other wings were barred to her. She couldn’t set hoof outside the Servants’ Quarters, no matter how much she wanted to.

She was stuck.

* * * * * * *

Shining suppressed a groan as she dipped the mop into the bucket and began to toil. If the compulsion she was under hadn’t forced her to be so meek and subservient, she might have found reason to resent Princess Cadance for disguising her as an earth pony; lacking a horn made it impossible for her animate the mop with magic, and so she was forced to grip the handle in her mouth and do all the work herself. But no—the Princess was above her. She knew her place, and it wasn’t her place to think ill of Her Majesty.

It’s getting easier and easier to slide into this role, she thought forlornly. I’ve got to figure a way out of this.

She soon broke into a sweat. All of Shining’s strength and stamina had fled when this feminine form had been forced on her, years’ worth of training in the Guard evaporated in an instant. Mopping the floor was a serious chore. But after a while, she found her pace.

The scullery lacked a clock, and so the passage of time was something beyond Shining Armor’s awareness. She worked and worked for what felt like forever. Before she was halfway done mopping, another pair of servants trundled in with a pile of dirty dishes from the lunch service. It fell to her to clean them, of course. She was up to her elbows in sink suds for an hour, scrubbing away at bits of encrusted spaghetti sauce until the plates were so clean, they sparkled.

After that came the day’s laundry, and Shining was hefted a load of black and white uniforms belonging to the other maids on staff. Being the ‘new girl,’ she was too low on the totem pole to have the ‘honor’ of cleaning Princess Cadance’s unmentionables. This much, Miss Martinette made clear to her—“Maybe in another six months, we can bump you up, dearie, but until then, it’s all aprons and petticoats!”

It all seemed so absurd. To think! Last night, Her Majesty had honored her by allowing her to share her bed, and now she wasn’t even privileged enough to touch her unmentionables! Still, her bitter musings didn’t help her out of her predicament, and she was stuck laundering uniforms for an hour and a half straight, putting her back into it as she soaped them and scrubbed them against the washboard, then cranked them through the wringer to get out the moisture.

Thirty minutes in, she felt the vibrator spell go off again inside her pussy. She immediately sucked in a breath, her head tilting back as she let out a high moan. The cap she was holding fell from her hooves and ker-plunked back into the wash basin.

She knew the spell wouldn’t get her off. She’d endured this for hours the night before, and even though it brought her to the brink of ecstasy, it wouldn’t push her over the edge.

She had to work through it, she told herself as she felt her vagina try to clench on thin air. She had to work through it.

Her breathing was labored as she got back to work, scrubbing and pressing, scrubbing and pressing, rocking her little body up and down, up and down with each stroke as she rubbed the uniforms against the washboard, up and down, closing her eyes, imagining what it would be like to be on top of a stallion, Her Majesty’s big, fat dick pushing at her folds, the meat plowing its way in, going up and down on her, up and down, up and down…

By the time seven o’clock rolled around, Shining Armor was well and truly humbled. By then, she’d graduated from doing laundry to polishing the silverware.

To polishing her own silverware, she had to think hard to remind herself. She was the rightful lord of this castle, and here she was, a scullery maid doing menial labor as her legs quivered underneath her. As the juices dripped from her slit and painted a glistening trail down her inner thigh, her Prench maid’s dress swaying sensually around it.

She was so relieved when Miss Martinette finally showed up to tell her she was done for the day, she had to stop from throwing herself down on the ground and thanking Celestia out loud. As the spell continued to vibrate inside her, she walked mincingly away from the polishing, the washing, and the scrubbing, content just to let herself be led down the hall to the maids’ dormitories.

* * * * * * *

Cadance paced the floor. Every other minute, she would glance at the time and bite her lip.

“Where are you, Shining?”

* * * * * * *

Shining all but collapsed onto the lower bunk of one of the beds. She had a groan on her lips, half from pain and half from pent-up pleasure.

She was done. No more floors to mop, no more pots to scour. No more Miss Martinette hovering over her, watching her every move, waiting for her to make a mistake.

That didn’t leave her with a solution, of course. The Princess was still out of reach to her. She needed to put her mind to work and think up some technicality, some loophole that would let her override her instructions and sneak upstairs. With the way her mind had been affected, just thinking about disobeying Miss Martinette made her feel terrified—but it was the only way for her to escape this plight, aside from biding her time and praying the Princess would think to look for her here.

The Princess… would come looking for her… wouldn’t she?

She bit her lip. She knew she wasn’t worth much—she was only a servant in Her Majesty’s employ, after all—but just the same, she hoped Princess Cadance would take at least a few minutes out of her busy schedule to search for her. Oh, but what if she should come looking when the scullery was dirty? She wouldn’t want to make a bad impression—

NO! She squeezed her eyes shut in concentration. I’m NOT supposed to be here! I’m Shining Armor! I’m Shining Armor! I’m—

“OHHHHH!”

The vibrator spell picked that very moment to kick into high gear again, and all rational thought fled from her mind as that familiar ache developed between her hindlegs, begging to be relieved, to be filled. Her thighs squeezed together to clamp down on the tension as she slipped a hoof underneath her dress to play with herself, another girlish moan already rising to her lips—

“Well, what ‘ave we ‘ere?”

She opened her eyes and blinked. An attractive white filly in an identical Prench maid’s uniform was standing over her with a playful smile on her face.

“’Aven’t seen you around ‘ere before. You must be the new hire. Glad to see you’re making yourself comfortable! What’s your name, love?”

“Uh…” She racked her brain. “I’m… S-Servant. Lowly Servant. Ohhhhh!” She arched her back as the vibrator spell kicked up another notch.

“Well, blimey, you’re a right little strumpet, now ain’t ye?”

The white filly licked her lips. As her eyes went up and down Shining’s body, she had the sudden impression of being sized up like a piece of meat.

“Y’know, around ‘ere, we ‘ave a policy. Sort o’ a ritual, really. The new girls, ‘s their lot to work their way up from the ground floor, innit? And ‘ow do they do it? They do it by serving the other maids on staff.”

Shining breathed heavily. “Y-Yes, I know. Miss Martinette… told…” She couldn’t finish the sentence; a whimper had already stolen away her voice.

“I don’t think you’re gettin’ it ‘t’all, love. It’s the new girls’ lot,” the white-coated maid said, climbing on top of Shining, “to serve the other maids on staff.”

All of a sudden, Shining’s world was filled with the other maid’s cunt. Her outer lips, slightly parted, and her glistening, sweet-smelling gash front and center.

“…Oh,” she said, realization dawning. “But I don’t know if—mmmfffff!”

Before she knew it, her mouth was already buried in the girl’s nethers. And—and she didn’t know what to do! This wasn’t right! What would Princess Cadance think if she knew—

“Fuck me with that mouth o’ yours, love,” her partner chirped.

—and just like that, all choice she had in the matter was stripped away.

Shining wanted to cry. She wanted to bury her head in her pillow and cry at this… at this lack of free will. At the death of her freedom!

But at the same time, she couldn’t help but be a little… excited at the idea of a stranger in her mouth. And the other girl’s marehood… it was beautiful, even if it wasn’t the cock her body was craving…

Buck it!

She rubbed her nose in the heavenly bliss of the other maid’s folds, reveling in her deep musk and vanilla smell. The other maid gave a moan, and so did Shining, a moment later, when the vibrator spell revved up even higher, each purr of the invisible magic motor causing her pussy muscles to clench in anticipation, the tension building and building inside of her until she squealed and squeezed her thighs together in lust.

Her mouth moved lower until her lips touched puffy flesh; her tongue pressed between the pillows of soft skin, trying to find what she was after. And find it she did. The other maid wasn’t really wet yet—not nearly as wet as Shining was as she lay there, squirming, in a damp, clammy spot upon the bedsheets—but as Shining’s tongue dove into her heat, the other maid began to respond; and the more attention Shining gave her, the more attention the other maid gave back. Soon, Shining was placing long licks down and then back up the length of her, drawing her wetness into her mouth with each lick, listening to her moan when her tongue brushed her clit. She sucked at the nub, enjoying the taste of her, her tongue making small circles.

Shining did all of this in a haze. Her pussy was swollen, her own clit was starting to ache, and the wetness coming out of her was without end. She was so fucking horny, she couldn’t talk. She couldn’t think. All she wanted was release! To hay with everything else—to hay with Miss Martinette, to hay with her new job, all she wanted was to get off, all she wanted was to cum, please, Celestia, please, let her cum, let her cum right now!

She squealed again, more urgently than ever before, hoping, praying that the other maid would get the hint—and to her immense relief, she did. Her partner gave a long groan and flipped around on top of her, lowering herself down until they were side-by-side in the sixty-nine position. A wisp of a smile lifted Shining’s face as she felt her bedmate’s warm, shuddering breaths on the lips of her throbbing pussy.

She was close, she was so close, she was almost there, she was right at the edge! Shining moaned pitifully, continuing her own ministrations as she felt the other maid’s tongue touch her clit, the contact sending a tingle of electric fire racing down ever nerve of her body—she continued her own ministrations, sucking at her partner’s inner folds, leaning into her deliciously-wet valley—she moaned again as the other maid began to suck, she was so close, she was so close, she should be cumming right now, she should be cumming—the pent-up pleasure was like agony, it was built up too far, it was driving her insane! She needed release, she whined, she needed release. Why wasn’t she cumming? WHY WASN’T SHE CUMMING?

She couldn’t think. She couldn’t think. The other maid’s slick folds kept moving between her lips like silk ribbons, trying to tie bows around her tongue. They kept moving, and Shining kept tasting them, kept sucking at them—but even though her bedmate did the same for her, even though she roved Shining’s clit and lapped up her juices and dove in and out of her, in and out, in and out, Shining couldn’t cum. She couldn’t cum, and she didn’t know why. SHE DIDN’T KNOW WHY! It was driving her to madness, and she didn’t know why—her marehood was on fire, the pleasure kept piling up and up, but there was a wall holding it back, there was a wall and she couldn’t do anything about it, and slowly her moans morphed to sobs and tears flooded her eyes as she realized she wouldn’t get off, she wouldn’t get off—

—and then Shining felt the other maid’s thighs tighten around her head, her pelvis rocking back and forth, as if fucking her in the face. A cry of pleasure filled the room as her partner came, and the prince-turned-maid’s muzzle was coated with a wet gush of release.

She lay there, for a time, breathing heavily, lost in the heat of pleasure. Then, slowly, she climbed off of Shining, stood, and straightened her uniform.

“Not bad for a first-timer, love,” she said with a wink.

And then, without so much as a word of thanks, she was gone. Shining heard her shimmy up to the top bunk and give a pleasurable sigh.

She just closed her eyes and sniffled. The vibrator was still a firestorm inside her. The pleasure wouldn’t stop. It wouldn’t stop. And she couldn’t cum. No matter how much she worked at herself with her own hoof, or got other maids to, she couldn’t cum.

Shining lay awake in bed for some time, thoroughly depressed. At some point during the night, the vibrator spell finally turned off, and she fell asleep with a trail of tears shimmering on her cheek.

* * * * * * *

Meanwhile, in an upstairs hallway, another gray earth pony maid with a mop for a cutie mark just so happened to be cantering down the hallway with a cleaning cart when the door to the Royal Bedroom cracked open, and Princess Cadance stuck her head outside.

“Shining! There you are! Where have you been?”

The maid was stricken with a momentary, paralyzing fear. “P-Princess Cadance!” she squeaked out, falling into the customary bow. “It would be my pleasure to serve you!”

Cadance rolled her eyes up at the ceiling. “Ugh. That persona spell… Look, just get in here, will you?”

Her magic aura fired up, and the maid found herself dragged into the bedroom.

Cadance looked both ways up and down the hallway to make sure the coast was clear, then shut and locked the door. She spun around on the maid. “Where have you been?!” she demanded again.

The maid lost her voice. “I—I—”

The Princess groaned and shook her head. “Oh, for pony’s sake… Look, this has been fun and all, but I really think it’s time we put things back the way they should be. Are you ready to change yet?”

Change? The sheets? She could change the sheets. She had a trolley full of them right outside. The maid nodded her head. “Yes, I’m ready.”

“Good. I was beginning to worry you might want to be stuck as a lowborn maid for the rest of your life.”

“I—well, no, Your Majesty!” the maid sputtered. She wanted to be much more, in fact. Like a head maid, or a handmaiden. And sometimes, when nopony else was around, she would even indulge in fantasies where everypony bowed down to her, and she had a beautiful castle all of her own.

“All right. Stand back.”

A jet of magic shot out of her horn and wrapped around the maid. Her eyes went wide as she found herself lifted up into the air.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. She felt her body begin to change, muscles rippling beneath her coat, filling out her chest and her barrel, transforming her dainty limbs into powerful, masculine hooves. She lifted a foreleg to stare in horror, but was quickly taken aback at the sight of pearl white fur spreading up from her fetlocks, gradually replacing her normal gray.

The white fur slithered across her body, transforming more and more about her as it went, chiseling her into something wholly different. She winced when it reached her head, and she felt the bones in her skull pop and rearrange themselves. Reaching up, she was terrified to feel a stallion’s flat muzzle instead of her usual rounded one. Then the white fur crept higher still, and sapphire bangs streaked with cerulean fell down in front of her eyes.

At the same time, the fur also inched backwards across her body. She felt a heat when it reached her haunches and her cutie mark, and when she glanced back, she was astounded to see the mop and pail that had been with her all her life replaced with an authoritative blue shield with stars. Then the white fur dipped down between her thighs, and she gasped at the sudden tingle in her marehood. An enormous, erect, male cock bulged forth from where his(!) womanly folds had been, scraping the floor with its massive girth. Cadance circled around behind him and nosed the penis fondly.

“Aw, yeah, there’s what I like to see,” she said, licking her lips.

A minute later, the transformation was fully complete. The former maid teetered unsteadily on his hooves, unused to the dimensions of this new body. It made it easier for Cadance to push him back onto the bed.

“P-Princess, what! —ohhhhhh,” he moaned, his eyelids fluttering as Cadance got down on her knees and took his cock in her mouth.

She began to suck on it lovingly, taking it in and out of her mouth like a popsicle as she formed her words around it: “There’s—” *slurp* “—my handsome stallion—” *slurp, slurp* “—back again in his big, strong, body.”

She paused to look up into his tender blue eyes, her own eyes filled with devotion.

“Don’t worry about making a mess. We’ll just get one of the maids to clean it up,” she said with a sly wink.

Then she got back to work. Three minutes later, the new Shining Armor came all over her face, his new penis shooting rope after thick, gooey rope across the pink of Cadance’s fur. She licked up what she could while the rest drizzled onto the floor.

She smiled up at him. “Did you enjoy that, Shiny?”

The ex-maid let out a dreamy sigh. “Ohhhh, Your Majesty. That was wonderful.”

Cadance frowned. “‘Your Majesty.’ That’s the persona spell still talking. Time to do away with it and get back to normal castle living, I suppose. Although you are cute when you grovel.”

“Y-Your Majesty?”

“Shh,” Cadance said as her horn swelled with magic again. “We’ve got you looking like Shining Armor again. Now let’s see if we can get you back to acting like Shining Armor.”

* * * * * * *

“GET UP! On the DOUBLE, Servant!”

Shining snapped awake, a gasp on her lips as she jumped straight up and banged her forehead against the top bunk. “Gyah!”

She groaned and flopped back down again, nursing her aching brow. But then Miss Martinette appeared at her bedside, ripping at her sheets.

“UP! UP! Oh, don’t tell me you slept in your maid’s garments, you silly girl! Don’t you know that’s a breach of PROTOCOL?”

“I’m sorry!” Shining winced. “S-Sorry!”

Just then, Miss Martinette grabbed her and dragged her painfully out of bed. “Ow! Ow!” she cried.

“Don’t you ‘Ow!’ me! What time did I instruct you to be ready this morning? WHAT TIME?”

“S-Six o’clock!”

“Six o’clock WHAT?”

Shining stared, stupefied. “Six o’clock… in the morning?”

The elder maid swatted her. “That’s ‘Six o’clock, MISS MARTINETTE!’ And it’s now SIX THIRTY! Your second day on the job and you’re already proving what a lazy oaf you are! That’s another TWO HOURS you can tack onto your chores today, missy! Now, get out of that wrinkled uniform, wash up, and put on a new one. Make your bed and meet me in the Servants’ Hall in thirty minutes. You’ll start your day scrubbing soot from the hearth!”

”Y-Yes, Miss Martinette,” Shining said hopelessly.

What else could she do but comply?

* * * * * * *

Three hours later, Shining had scrubbed soot, fetched and boiled water, made tea for the Upper Servants, emptied the other maids’ chamber pots and washed them out with a vinegar-soaked rag—that task was particularly revolting—curtsied to the chef when he came on duty, set the table in the Servants’ Hall, joined the other maids for a paltry breakfast of oatmeal and burnt toast, cleared the table afterward, and she was just about to start doing the dishes when Miss Martinette appeared in front of her.

“I’m assigning you to the House for the rest of the morning. It’s more than you deserve, but it’ll be a good opportunity for you to put in some hours upstairs learning how to serve the Lord and Lady of the castle. Dust and tidy the bedchambers, restock the linens, and give the bathrooms a thorough clean. I’ll expect you back here promptly at ONE O’CLOCK to help in the kitchen.”

Shining’s heart raced. This was her chance! Finally, she would have the opportunity to find Princess Cadance and escape from this nightmare!

At Miss Martinette’s urging, she straightened her mane and her maid’s uniform. Apparently, the morning’s labors had left her looking disheveled. Then she scuttled upstairs to the bedroom wing, popping in and out of a closet off the main corridor to grab a cleaning trolley. As she rolled up in front of the Royal Bedroom, she was grateful Miss Martinette hadn’t told her to service the rooms in any particular order. Otherwise, she might’ve been stuck dusting and neatening for hours, gradually working her way toward the Princess from the wrong end of the hall. That would’ve taken forever, and she couldn’t stand to spend one more minute like this!

Humbly, she knocked on the door, just as Miss Martinette had instructed her to do. Her reward was a masculine, “Come in!” She frowned at that. Who else would be inside the bedroom?

She pushed open the door, wheeled the trolley on in—and almost died from shock right there on the spot.

There in front of the full-length mirror stood Shining Armor, posing in full captain’s regalia. Her exact duplicate, right down to the confident air he projected and the aegis that adorned his flank. He looked up nonchalantly as she entered and paid her a cursory glance.

“Oh, good. A maid.” He smiled devilishly at that, as if enjoying some private joke. “It’s good that you’re here. Princess Cadance and I, we, ah… sort of made a mess of things last night. If you wouldn’t mind changing the bedsheets, and cleaning up that spot, right there, on the carpet… and that one over there… and, uh, that one over there…”

Shining could only stare in horror and confusion as she felt herself dip into an obsequious curtsy. The words came out of her mouth, and there was nothing she could do to stop them: “Lord Shining Armor, it would be my pleasure to serve you!”

“Good. See that you do.”

Her expression was docile as she swiveled and picked up a rag and a can of spritz-spray carpet cleaner off the trolley.

But then, something incredible happened. Her bitterness, her frustration, her anger—all the resentment that had built up over the last twenty-four hours, and all the sexual frustration she’d been forced to endure—her horror at being sent down to the Maid’s Quarters, her panic at being trapped there, and now the sheer, traumatic shock of seeing somepony else in her rightful body—all of it pressed so hard on the fabric of the spell that in that the persona spell went taut inside her. And for one moment—for one tiny moment—the compulsions slipped.

And as she turned back again with rag and spritz-spray in hoof, she was full of rage as she shouted—

“WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT THE BUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY BODY?!”

The doppelganger looked up in alarm. “What?”

“I—I mean—” Shining winced as the meekness spell sunk its claws back into her free will—“I’d like to know who you are, and why you look like Shining Armor. That’s n-not your rightful body!” She walked to the first carpet stain, kneeled down, gave a squirt of cleaning solvent, and began to scrub away at it.

The stallion who looked like her showed a momentary confusion. Then, slowly, a crooked smile began to spread across his face. “Ah! You must be the old Shining Armor! How are you enjoying life as a servant so far?”

“I don’t like it,” she said. A seed of worry lodged deep in her gut at being qualified as the ‘old’ Shining Armor.

She wrinkled her nose as she continued to work at the stain—it reminded her of something, and it had a familiar odor about it. She sniffed it again, and her eyes went wide.

“Over the last twelve hours, I’ve been putting together bits and pieces of what happened to us. I know Princess Cadance used her magic and turned you into a maid to satisfy one of her kinks. That’s what led her to mistake me for the likes of you. You see, up until last night, I was also a gray earth pony maid prancing around in a frilly dress. She mistook my identity, pulled me in here, and used her magic to make me into you. In body, and in mind.”

“Y-You had sex with my wife!” Shining whimpered. She stood, moved to the next stain, and started scrubbing again.

“Not your wife anymore, I’m afraid. She’s mine now.”

The doppelganger stepped away from the mirror, circling around her to admire her body—especially her flank, which wiggled in the air as she scrubbed back and forth, framed by the hem of her black-and-white skirt.

“Mmm. Cadie did a bang-up job. You are one hot piece of ass. Tell me, what name are the other maids calling you?”

“Lowly Servant,” Shining answered against her will.

“You’re on your knees scrubbing when you ought to be attacking me. That would be the persona spell Cadance ‘removed’ from me last night, right? And that deferential tone of yours—that’s part of it, too?”

“Yes.”

“You have to do whatever anypony orders you to do? No questions asked, no ability to resist?”

Shining felt a dawning fear as the walls closed in on her. “Y… Yes.”

“I see.”

The doppelganger mused silently for a moment. And then…

“In that case, from this moment onward until the end of time, I order you to be Lowly Servant. You will answer to that name, and only to that name. You will not attempt to inform anypony that you used to be Shining Armor, nor shall you reveal to anypony the details of what’s happened to you over the last forty-eight hours. Even in your own mind, you will know yourself as Lowly Servant. And you will think of me as Shining Armor, Lord of the Crystal Empire—and your master.”

“I am not Shining Armor!” Lowly Servant said defiantly. No, wait! That wasn’t right. She was Lowly Servant. Her name was Lowly… No, she wasn’t really Shining, she was Lowly Ser…

Her mind froze. Across from her, Shining Armor gave a contemptuous laugh.

“Please! You can’t do this to me!”

“You will not beg, plead, or at any time ask me to reverse what I have done to you, or to free you from this situation. You will be respectful to me at all times. You will address me as ‘Sir,’ ‘Milord,’ or ‘Lord Shining Armor.’ You will not attempt to change back to normal. You will not quit your job or run away. You will not ever seek to cause harm to me, nor to cause harm to yourself, nor through inaction allow either one of us to come to harm. You will obey my orders above all others, and you will not seek to defy me or undermine me in any way…”

He paused to think for a moment, racking his brain in case there was anything he missed.

Lowly Servant had tears brimming in her eyes as she wrapped up work on the second stain, shuffled over to the third, and dropped back down to the floor again. How could this have happened? It wasn’t supposed to go like this. This wasn’t supposed to be her life!

She thought about saying something, but to her horror, she found that all of the things she would have said were suddenly off-limits to her.

“M-Milord, I’m a good pony, and… and I’ve sacrificed so much in my life. I served for years… I’m honest, hardworking, and kind…” She squeezed her eyes shut, grasping for anything she could possibly say to convince him to undo this. Any loophole at all.

“You’re not meek enough. I order you to be twice as meek!”

A tear leaked down her cheek and fell onto the half-scrubbed stain. “Y-Yes, Milord.”

“Good. Get to work then. You have chores to do… No. Wait.”

He licked his lips, eyes tracing the feminine curves of her body.

“…Stop what you’re doing and come over here.”

She did as she was told. Her heart was in open rebellion, and a sob came out of her as she marched over and presented herself before him.

“Turn your back to me, and put your front hooves up on the bed.”

She couldn’t scream out. She couldn’t defy him.

She felt a weight press down on her back when Lord Shining Armor reared onto his hind legs and mounted her. Something hard brushed against her plot and her clit, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine.

“Please, Milord.” She swallowed hard. “I—I don’t want…”

“Shh,” he whispered. “You’re nothing but a simple, lowborn maid. It isn’t your place to refuse me anything.”

And with that, he plunged his massive, stallion cock—deep, deep into her cunt.

Her back arched, and a cry fell out of her mouth. “BE QUIET!” Lord Shining Armor roared, and she bit down on a scream as he jammed himself into her a second time, her little maid’s dress flapping at her haunches. She felt last night’s burning need inside her, all the pent-up lust and sexual frustration quivering in her pussy with every stroke, and she squeezed her eyes shut to try to hold onto herself, tried to hold on as her ears filled with wet, messy sounds, the slapping of his balls against her, the chorus of his grunts as he found his rhythm, and the sound of herself as she moaned over and over again into her clenched lips, oh why was this happening, oh why oh why oh why—

“Yeah, that’s right,” his voice came out in a guttural growl. “You’re getting off to this! You like it, don’t you? You like getting fucked, you little whore of a maid!”

She was in another world as he fucked her. His dick was hot and hard, stabbing her over and over, furiously thrusting in and out and in and out, and each time he filled her with his throbbing girth, she felt a little closer to a desperate, long-awaited release. Before she knew it, she was rocking back and forth against him, slamming her hips against his. She wanted this. She needed this. Oh God, she needed this, she needed him inside of her so bad—she was frantic—she needed him deeper in—

“Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!” The sounds came out her mouth involuntarily. The same sounds that every male knows instinctively: the sounds of a girl getting fucked.

I—I don’t want this! a small, faraway part of her cried out. I don’t want this to happen! Please, make this stop! C-Cadie! Please! I just want to go back to how I was before—I just want—

But then he lunged forward and clamped his teeth around her mane, yanked her hair back painfully and her head along with it, and all those thoughts fell right out of her, drowned in a tide of carnal lust. He’d told her be quiet, so she couldn’t cry out as his shaft slid up into her again and again, couldn’t cry out, even though she wanted to scream out with pleasure. His pelvis was grinding against her clit with every stroke, driving her to a blinding passion. It was forceful. It was brutal. It was two animals fucking each other raw. Her canal was throbbing, her clit was on fire. Her body ached for release. Then, the damn burst, and she finally came—and so did he.

He let go of her mane, and her head flew forward. Her face hit the bed, and she buried it in the fabric, groaning and crying as sweet ecstasy finally poured over her. The world fell away, pleasure rippling through her body like an inferno, racing along every nerve, her clit thrumming happily, her vagina pulsating with pleasure. At the same time, Lord Shining Armor gave a grunt as his penis twitched and shot off a massive load. She felt it bloom within her, the heat of his cum coating her insides, filling her every crevice. The viscous white liquid creamed out around his member as he withdrew, leaking down her hooves and dripping onto the floor.

He dismounted her without ceremony. For a few moments, she just lay there, her front half draped across the foot of the bed, gasping and shuddering as her senses came back to her…

…along with the most horrible, heart-wrenching shame and despair she’d ever felt in her life.

She’d just—she’d just been—she hadn’t even wanted to, and he’d just—it—it was just—and she’d wanted it. She’d wanted it! She’d never felt more betrayed by her own body, never felt more ashamed of herself—

“Sweet Celestia, you’ve got a tight cunt!” the stallion laughed, his glistening cock bouncing beneath him.

Tears rushed to her eyes. She could still smell the wet spot on the bed where Lord Shining Armor had fucked Princess Cadance the night before. Sorrow welled up inside her, and she sang out a wail of loss.

With a shuddering gasp, she slid off the bed and fell onto the floor: a maid in a disheveled, wrinkled dress; a discarded piece of clothing.

“Aw, now you’re making me feel bad,” Lord Shining Armor laughed.

She just lay there, and sniffled, and cried.

“I tell you what. Just to prove what a generous boss I am, why don’t you take ten minutes, clean yourself up, and put yourself back together. After that, you can get back to your duties. I know what a stickler ‘Miss Martinette’ is for punctuality!”

In her mind, she was beside herself, even as she felt herself stagger to her hooves against her will. She… This wasn’t supposed to happen to her. He’d… he’d just done… that… to her, and now she had to wait on him on bended hoof? She wasn’t supposed to be like this. She wasn’t! She wasn’t! She—

“I said, quit your blubbering!” the Lord growled, and her tears dried up immediately. “Oh, and don’t even think about moping like that in public! You can add that one to your list of standing orders. I don’t want anypony getting ideas about our bedroom activities just because you put on a sad parade. If you’re going to be my daily fuck toy, I’m going to need you to be a little more discreet.”

He snatched a towel off the trolley and threw it to her. Flinching, she caught it and used it to wipe up the mess that was still leaking out of her.

Unsteadily, she wobbled to the bathroom and ran the sink, using her hooves to splash some cold water over her face. As she looked up, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. The reflection of a lowly young maid in full uniform, gray of coat and black of mane, her beauty marred by the bags under her eyes and the depression etched across her face.

She had a mop for a cutie mark and a trail of cum dribbling out of her ass.

She was a servant. A slave.

And nopony would ever be the wiser.

She wetted some toilet paper and used it to wipe herself clean of the mess. It wouldn’t do to return to the Servants’ Quarters with dried cum plastered all over her. Privately, she hoped somepony would notice, that somepony would catch on to her plight and save her. But she couldn’t willingly give them any clue. She couldn’t disobey.

She straightened her dress, went back out into the Royal Bedroom, and set to work again with a heavy heart. First, she got down on her knees and suppressed a retch as she wiped up the new stain she’d just helped create next to the bed. Then she changed out the bedsheets, still ripe with the scent of the Princess’s sweet sex. A pang of loss flowed through her as she did so.

After that, she remade the bed. She took the feather duster in her mouth and did the furniture. She slipped back into the bathroom, scrubbed the toilet, the tub, the sink. She restocked the linens. She wiped the grime and the hair off the floor, and she polished it until it shined.

All the while, the Lord stood and watched her approvingly. And when she was done, she picked up her things and brought them back to the trolley, her shoulders slumped and weary from the burden of her new hopeless existence. She got ready to go.

But not before curtsying to her liege. “Lord Shining Armor, it was my pleasure to serve you!” she said respectfully.

The white stallion leered and followed her out into the hall.

As she began to push the cart, it seemed heavier than she remembered it being on her way in. She stared off into the distance, and her eyes glazed over with forlorn realization of what lay ahead of her today… and tomorrow… and the day after that… and the day after that…

Then she glanced up and saw a shock of pink come flying around the corner. Her Majesty Princess Cadance was walking briskly toward her, with leg warmers around her ankles and her mane done up in a ponytail. Her Majesty, who’d done this to her in the first place. Her Majesty would recognize her. Would free her. She had to!

“Princess—” she said, curtsying automatically.

But Her Majesty walked right past her. Didn’t even notice her.

Then, to add insult to injury, she cantered up to Shining Armor, leaned forward, and planted a big, sloppy kiss right on his lips. “Back from my jog!” she said cheerfully. “You ready for round two, loverboy?”

She fluttered a pair of bedroom eyes at him, then disappeared into the privacy of their chambers.

And the devastated maid stared at the empty doorway, numbly.

The Princess… hadn’t even seen her. She was invisible to the alicorn who used to be her wife. Just… Just another member of the castle domestic staff. Another maid. Somepony to be overlooked and ignored and… forgotten about.

Lord Shining Armor smiled at her. He gave a playful shrug of his shoulders, then followed his wife into the bedroom. The sound of the door shutting carried a note of finality up and down the hallway.

Lowly Servant turned and pushed the cart away. She still had a dozen bedrooms and bathrooms to clean before kitchen duty.

* * * * * * *

Three months later…

“Mmm, mmmmm,” Lowly Servant moaned, her lips clamped erotically around Lord Shining Armor’s thick horsecock.

“Suck it for what little you’re worth, slut! GET ME OFF!”

She nodded automatically, though the gesture was lost, as she was already bobbing her head back and forth on his swollen member. Her tongue found the tiny flap of skin dangling beneath the cleft head of his penis and swirled around it, batting it playfully, coaxing a satisfied groan from out of him. Then it darted upward and licked his tip, playing at the sensitive flesh around his piss-slit.

He groaned again. “Ugh… F-Faster, you whore… DEEPER!”

Beads of sweat trickled down his face under the strain of the seed that was building inside him. She took him even further into her mouth, but it wasn’t enough for him—he grabbed her by the mane and pulled her onto him savagely, his turgid shaft ramming down her throat. She stifled a gag expertly. She was used to this by now.

As he face fucked her greedily, his cock pumping back and forth, back and forth, she quickened her girlish moans to match the tempo, chiming in with a gasp here, a squeal there—whatever it took to heighten her Lord’s pleasure. The room was a chorus of groans and slurps. Then she felt his penis begin to throb, and he deepthroated her to the hilt, shooting his hot seed deep into her. She swallowed it down, filling her belly with his cum.

He let out a pleasured sigh and slowly pulled his meat out of her mouth. He left a pearl of semen on her upper lip as he exited, and she licked it up hungrily, savoring his salty flavor.

As he turned callously away from her, she gazed up at him through her low-hanging black bangs. Over the last twelve weeks, the meekness compulsion and the slow seep of time had conspired to erode her will, making her receptive and compliant in all ways.

Well, actually, it was more like time, the persona spell, and a suggestion or two, but that was beside the point.

Even though she mourned for her old life—even though she still carried through each day in a fog of depression—even though her heart cried out every time she saw Princess Cadance, so near and yet so far away—she knew her purpose in life was to be a servant now. Pleasuring her Lord was her mission in life… was the only thing that made her life worth living. As long as he was happy, she could be happy… sort of.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he said, scowling at her. “I’m still a mess. Get over here and clean me with those lips of yours. Do you fucking want me to make a bad impression at the fucking party?”

She scampered over and took his rapidly-deflating cock back into her mouth, slurping up every delicious drop of cum there was to be had. She heard him groan again, and she took a small measure of pride. She’d gotten quite good at giving oral sex since she started working at the castle—to stallions and to mares.

Especially to mares. It hadn’t taken long for the other maids to find out about her little obedience compulsion, and the novelty of sleeping in close quarters with a beautiful filly who was completely submissive to them was something that hadn’t worn off yet. Not only was she at the bottom of the pecking order throughout the day’s chores, she was at night as well, forced to do anything and everything they told her to do. She’d given pleasure to the other maids more times than she could count, and received it fewer times than she could remember. But that was okay. Lord Shining Armor made her cum sometimes.

In truth, she wasn’t sure how she’d endured it this long. Being forced to stay up all night eating out the other servants made her so tired throughout her daily duties as a maid, she felt like a dead pony walking most of the time. And the reputation she’d developed, as a slut, as a whore… The things her fellow maids said about her when they thought she wasn’t in earshot… It was enough to bring her to tears as she lay alone in bed most evenings, just before the train started. And there was always more of the same to come tomorrow.

But she knew her place. And that was enough.

“That’s enough sucking my cock for one afternoon. Get up off the floor, you dumb cunt. You were supposed to be in the Servants’ Hall ten minutes ago. Get your tight little ass down there and help with the dinner service, and don’t disappoint me tonight.”

“Y… Yes, Milord.”

Twilight Sparkle speared some greens on the end of her fork and levitated them to her mouth, munching happily. Everything tasted divine, and they hadn’t even reached the main course yet. Her other friends all seemed to be enjoying themselves too as they sipped their soups and chewed their salads. Accepting her brother’s invitation to visit the Crystal Empire had been a wonderful idea after all.

“This is fantastic!” she said, smiling down the table to where Shining Armor and Cadance sat side-by-side. “Say, could I please get some more wine? I know it’s early, but—”

“—But it’s delicious!” Rainbow Dash interrupted, wiping her mouth on the back of her hoof.

“More wine, please!” Princess Cadance called.

The door to the kitchen opened, and Lowly Servant came swishing out in her maid’s dress. She had a humiliated look on her face as she carried a decanter of wine in her mouth.

Twilight looked right at her, and not even the faintest glimmer of recognition stirred behind her eyes. She levitated her goblet. “Fill this up, please.”

Lowly sighed and tipped the decanter. The drink poured out like liquid despair.

“Ah! Over here too, darling!” Rarity said, raising her own cup in the air. The flustered maid tried not to show her embarrassment as she finished topping off Twilight’s wine, then shuffled around to the other side of the table to wait on the unicorn and impatient pegasus.

“Hurry up already!” Rainbow ordered, glaring as the yellow-gold liquid flowed into Rarity’s goblet. Lowly gave a quiet whimper and did her best to pour faster.

Twilight took a sip. “I have to say, this is all very unexpected. I knew you would make certain preparations when you invited us to the Crystal Empire for a visit, but I don’t think any of us expected a state dinner!”

“Well…” said Princess Cadance. She looked to her husband, seated next to her, and she gave the roguish stallion a smile of the utmost love and affection as she took his hoof in hers. “We wanted to celebrate.”

“Ooh! Ooh! Is there going to be a party?!” Pinkie Pie squealed, practically bouncing out of her chair. She held up her cup, and Lowly quickly finished serving Rainbow Dash and made the rounds to her.

Princess Cadance beamed. “I’m sure there are going to be lots of parties in the future.”

“What’s the cause for celebration?” Twilight asked, sipping her wine.

“You know, life has an amazing way of working out,” the Princess said. “When Sombra was overthrown and Shiny and I took the throne of the Crystal Empire, I wasn’t sure how well we would do at leading a country. Neither of us had ever done it before, after all. But he’s adapted to it better than anypony would’ve guessed, especially these last few months! He’s revolutionized the military and the royal guard, helped us forge a new alliance with the Griffin Kingdom… Why, he’s even dipped into politics! Every day, he gives me the courage to be a better Princess, and a better mare. I don’t think we’ve ever been more in love.”

A chorus of “Aww!” rose from around the table. The decanter trembled in Lowly’s grip.

Princess Cadance gave her husband’s hoof a knowing squeeze. “Should we tell them?”

He smiled back at her. “I don’t see why not.”

The Princess could barely contain her smile. She turned back to look at the others.

“We were going to save this news for the main course, but oh, I can barely even contain myself. I just got the news from the doctors the other day—we’re expecting foals!”

~**CRASH**~

The decanter hit the floor and wine spilled everywhere. Everypony at the table looked up to see Lowly Servant standing there, an expression of absolute horror and devastation seared into her face. Her eyes were empty, as if all the light in the world had just gone out.

She stood there for a moment, knees knocking. Then, without a word, she turned and fled through the doors, back to the Servants’ Quarters. A single, strangled cry followed her out the room.

Applejack blinked. “What in the Sam-hay is her problem?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Princess Cadance said with an unconcerned look. “Don’t concern yourselves with her. She’s only a maid, after all!”

~fin