Maid To Serve

by UmbrellaCorps

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Flash Sentry, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Sad, Other, Original Character, Princess Cadance, Shining Armor
Length: 13274

Three years have passed for Lowly Servant as she continues to struggle with the pain and loss of her former life as Shining Armor.

Three years I've suffered to my fate as a low-level servant and maid.

Three years of obeying and serving the same people who once worked alongside me.

Three years of being used like a whore.

Shining Armor, Prince of the Crystal Empire, highly-decorated Captain of the Royal Guard, loving husband of Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, slutty maid of the Crystal Castle, and-

Wait, what was that last one?

When a simple bedroom activity escalates out of control, Shining Armor, now a maid by the name of Lowly Servant, must live out the rest of 'her' life as a servant and slut. Under the effects of the Persona-Spell, she has no choice but to follow her superiors' orders, from cleaning dishes and taking out the trash, to lewd favors for the staff, no questions asked. She has no say in anything, only to obey and serve.

She wants nothing more than to have her old life back as the rightful ruler of the Crystal Kingdom alongside the love of her life, but she can't have that. She has to obey the new Shining Armor like the good, slutty little maid she is.

This Unofficial sequel was written with the permission from Pajama Pudding, author of the original story Maid to Please.
While reading that story is technically unnecessary, I highly recommend you do it anyway.

Also, check out the other unofficial sequels:
Maid to Please 2: Loopholes by videomaster21xx
And Maid to Last by Door Belle
Make sure you give them a read when you have the chance(I personally like both of them.)

The following story contains: Mind Control, Dark Themes, TF/TG, Unhealthy Amounts of Obedience, Clop.

Cover Art made by me.

This story will have a good-ish ending. Not a pleasant one, but good.

Published 2015-12-12 19:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-12-26 07:58:40 UTC

Obedience (Undergoing Revisions)

Author's Note

Please read this before continuing!

UPDATE 12/24/2016: I want to take this moment to inform you guys that this chapter has not been fully updated and revised yet, so you might find a few problems here and there that MIGHT raise a few inconsistencies, as well as grammar mistakes. I went through a handful of paragraphs and fixed them as best as I could.

For those who are new to this story, I'm currently working on a second revision of the chapter as of right now, because I never had the chance to go back and fix my errors. So don't let any of the horrible grammar in this chapter steer you away from the story.

For those returning, I made a mistake with the last scene; specifically, Lowly running out of her room and looking for a stallion to bed. This was a mistake considering she has to be meek and any and all forceful actions she takes is rather out of character. I also replaced the twins with Flurry Heart because not only do I adore the little alicorn foal, but I also find it will be much easier to write one foal instead of two.

If you have any concerns or problems or notice any errors with the chapter, specifically any inconsistencies, please let me know in the comments. Constructive criticism is much appreciated!

Obedience (Undergoing Revisions)

Maid to Serve
Written by UmbrellaCorps
Original Story Created by Pajama Pudding

Present Day

The chiming of the great-grandfather clock echoed loudly throughout the office, echoing off paintings on the surrounding walls. The time of day had set to four o'clock in the afternoon, the angle of sun-rays passing through the windows confirmed the time to one of the occupants in the room — a single mare lying on a couch watching the time pass by. Her face held no emotions, which masked the burning pain that flowed through her heart and body.

Her thoughts were currently occupied with recent events — events that she tried and failed to forget.

'How could I have been so blind?' She asked herself. ’I shouldn’t have let this go on the way it did; had I been more careful, all of this could have been prevented.'. It was an endless battle between her emotions; sadness, anger, depression — all of these continued to grow unstable and threatened to drive her crazy.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and exhaled through gritted teeth to try and control herself. She didn't want to feel any of these raw emotions; she needed to focus on something else.

So she took her thoughts in a different direction, seeking for memories to keep her calm. She had a hard time keeping control as she racked her memories for anything that could help. Suddenly, an idea came to mind and she went back to memories before the incident, back to simpler times.

She remembered when they became friends, when they went out on their first date together at Donut Joe's in Eastern Canterlot, where they had their first kiss..She remembered when it was just the two of them having fun and enjoying eachothers’ company.

Then her memories skipped forward years later, when they started having sex; she could still remember how awkward the first time was. It was a messy and embarrassing moment, but it was fun and soon after, they started experimenting with all types of sexual acts. There was the good, the bad, and then there was the downright horrible.

Her lips pursed as she recalled the decision to fuck in Princess Luna's chambers. The idea of having sex in their fellow Princess’ bed made them apprehensive at first, but when it came down to it, they were willing to risk it for the thrill.

The moment Luna walked in on them going at like two jack-rabbits in her bed and the expression on her face when she caught them red-hoofed…

Her ears folded back, she could still feel the ringing in her ears when Luna screamed bloody-murder.

...She regretted nothing.

Pushing that memory aside, she dug into the other memorable moments, smiling with each passing memory until she stumbled upon the the memory of that night, that one night three years ago, and her breath hitched in her throat.

She could remember everything like it was yesterday; when they decided to try a little something new in the bedroom, one that promised a fun and pleasurable night of love making. Her heart ached when she thought about what transpired afterwards — what would become the harbinger to a whole set of problems and the consequences that followed. It landed her straight back into a depressive state, her breath hitched as the shaking started. It served to remind her of how disgusting and damaged she was.

'How...' she thought, 'How could I have been so stupid?! Why couldn't we have just tried something else?’ tears were building up in her eyes, ‘Why did I let it get this far? I knew I shouldn't have-'

The sound of someone clearing their throat brought her attention to the other pony in presence and she quickly wiped away the tears in her eyes. A unicorn mare of middle-age sat across from her in a high-quality chair; she had an apricot tail and mane with bits of grey poking out, her mane tied up in a tight bun that held an extra foot-length of hair back, and a well-groomed, deep-orange coat that contrasted with her teal eyes that showed off experience and wisdom, which were currently covered with a pair of reading glasses. On her lap was a clipboard with several pieces of parchment and a quill, her face emitting calmness and patience as she made notes.

The older mare paused for a moment to adjust her glasses with her magic before focusing on the other mare in the room. She held a lenient look on her face as she held the gaze at her for a few seconds, before resuming her writing. This made the mare sitting on the couch squirm as she felt uncomfortable, she tried adjusting her posture to a more relaxing position. It didn't help.

Giving up on a comfortable position, the mare decided to gave the room a proper. Bookshelves on one side lined with an impressive amount collection of literature and trinkets, most focusing on the nature of Psychology, some classic stories, some cheesy romance novels, and a whole lot of thesaurus' and dictionaries. One corner of the room held an expensive-looking desk, with everything on top organized properly, and in the other corner sat an expensive cabinet. And finally, in the center of the room, was a set of expensive chairs and a couch, all huddled around a coffee table which was, you guessed it, expensive!

She continued her observation towards the windows, but it was difficult to see out with the way the light was reflecting off of the glass. With a sigh, she cast a glance back towards the mare.

The orange mare hadn't said anything to her since she arrived in her office, only to tell her to take a seat and started taking notes the rest of the time quietly. Not a single peep from either of them. A thick air of tension shrouding the two ponies, well, mostly around her, as they sat in silence, a quill scratching across parchment being the only other sound in the room besides her shaky breaths.

Finally, after what felt like hours, only to be ten minutes, the orange mare placing her quill down and held a neutral face. "Do you know why you're here?"

The question came out suddenly and the mare being questioned could only stare down at her hooves, rubbing them together nervously. She brought her head up a moment later, "Yes."

"You understand what you did that brought you to me, correct?" The older mare held her emotionless look, which seem to make her even more nervous.

"...Y-yes."

A nod, "Can you tell me when this incident occurred?"

"A-about three y-years ago, Doctor Remedy."

"Please, just Remedy." With the words spoken, Remedy's face softened into a warm smile as she continued, "Now, can you describe to me what occurred and why you're here?"

The mare swallowed the lump in her throat before answering, "I did something... t-terrible. Unforgivable."

Remedy gave a nod and began to write a few words down on her parchment. A moment later she placed her quill down, folding her arms. "Explain to me what went wrong."

This was the question she loathed since showing up in Remedy’s office. She couldn't describe that so easily. Words couldn't ease the pain held in her chest. It wasn't easy trying to explain the situation with these horrible feelings that wrapped around her. In fact, she was afraid of answering the question.

She took a deep breath and exhaled, struggling to calm her nerves, "I-I..." she choked up, her throat tightening as she tried to speak.

"Take your time, sweetheart. I'm not here to berate or rush you. What you say here is completely confidential between us." Her words came out warm and soothing, calming the nerves on the mare sitting across from her. A kind smile gracing Remedy's face, giving off confidence and reassurance that whatever she had to say would stay safe between them.

She felt better hearing those words from the doctor, but only a little. Small thoughts continue to hang around her mind. How could she tell her? It was damn near impossible to think about it without locking up, let alone talk about it. How was she going to explain herself? She didn't know how to explain, but she wasn't going to sit here all day thinking about it. She had to say something.

Clearing her throat, she spoke in a shaky voice, "What h-happened between us w-was suppose to be s-special." It wasn't much to go on, but it was a start. "I... I was willing t-to try something new. Something fun, something... exciting f-for both of us." A pregnant pause following after her brief explanation, words failing to escape her mouth as she closed her eyes, recalling the memory of that night.

Both of them were laying in bed, trying out a new form of love making. She can remember how hot and intense their love session brought between them. She remembered how sweaty and sticky they were from hours and hours of hardcore sex. A shudder ran down her body, her nethers starting to heat up, making her body warm and tingly. The memory alone made her feel better, not a lot, but enough to keep her mind in order. With tiny confidence, she opened her eyes and caught the doctor's, her words came out without a stutter. "We've done plenty of activities with each other in the past, but after a while they started getting a little stale."

Remedy was nodding her head in understanding, "What kind of activities, if I might add?"

And just like that, her confidence went down.

She really didn't want to answer that question this early into their first session, but she brought it on herself. With nervous smile, she gazed back at the therapist, "Well, you see," she paused, trying to piece together the proper words, "w-we were exploring and trying out different types of... sexual acts or fetishes as their called."

"Fetishes," the orange mare repeated. "I see." She was nodding once again, levitating her quill onto parchment and sketching down notes. She looked back up briefly with a small smirk, "So, you two wanted to spice up your sex life?" The mysterious mare nodded awkwardly. "Can you describe to me what you two did exactly?"

She couldn't stop squirming in her chair after that, she REALLY didn't want to talk to her about that. Not only did she feel embarrassment by the question, she also felt sick, because it serves as a constant reminder to the problem she was having in the first place.

Remedy could sense the nervous atmosphere around the mare and raised her hoof, "I know these questions are difficult, but such questions are necessary for me to understand your situation better. I want to help you, but only you can let me."

The mare closed her eyes once again and held her breath. She tried to curve around the question, avoid confronting the truth. But she couldn't do it anymore, she was here for one reason; to heal, to try and amend the damages she caused - and the only way to do that, was to tell her everything.

With one final breath and exhale, the mare straightened her posture and looked the therapist directly in her eyes. "I used a transformation spell to turn myself into a stallion, t-then I used it on my husband t-to make him a mare and used another spell t-that made him... submissive." It all came out in a rush.

Remedy raised an eyebrow at her, leaning forward in her seat. "Submissive?" she asked, her notes briefly forgotten. "What kind of spell did you use on your husband?"

A loud gulp came from the mare across the room. "I-it's called the Persona-Spell. It m-makes the receiver submissive to the will of others. Basically, it overwrites the user's free will and a-alters their thinking patterns to match the request and o-order their given. L-like if someone was under the control of the spell and I told them to act like, lets say a teenage mare, the spell manipulates their mind and tricks them into believing they're actually a teenager. If I told them to be their normal selves, they revert back to their personality and are fully aware of what they went through afterwards. It's s-simply an illusion being projected through their brain.

"I-it was the perfect s-spell to use f-for our role-play. I-I figured it would be fun and... a-and harmless to use on S-S-Shiny." She shut her eyes tight and hung her head in shame, tears rushing down her face.

Remedy could only nod in understanding. The mare could tell she cares deeply about her husband, even if recent events may prove otherwise. This was tough for her and everyone else involved. She knew this was breaking the poor mare's heart just talking about it, but how else was she going to explain it? Remedy was the only mare so far that would listen to everything she had to say and help her through it. It was going to be a long process, but in time she'll get better.

Using her magic, she brought her notes over and began to write down the latest information. This next question was going to be difficult, but she needs to know, she has to know everything about this situation if she was going to be able to help this mare. With her notes aside, she held her breath for a few seconds, then with a light exhale, she asked her next question,

"Ms Cadance, how submissive was your husband?"

Six Months ago, The Royal Couple's Chamber

Lord Armor laid back into his massive bed, moaning with pleasure from the oral treatment he was receiving from the small mare in front of him. The mare herself was bobbing her head up and down in perfect rhythm, giving him a nice hard suck and coating his cock in a thick layer of saliva. She was fellating him with precision and eagerness, dragging her tongue along his rigid, veiny cock, with a few licks here and there, pleasuring him to no end. When she came to the top, she would give a nice, quick lick to his tip, then when she came down she would stick her tongue out and run it along his medial ring.

"S-such a good little slut." He moaned out as the mare beneath him continued her assault. She could only smile around the cock in her mouth, or at least try; whenever Lord Shining praised Lowly for her hard work, it made her happy and filled her with pride.

It's always nice when she's sent to the Royal Chamber to clean up the room and suck her Master's fat cock. Everyday, she'd come down to his room, where he tells her to get down on her plot and give him a quick blowjob, or have her bend over on top of the bed and give her a nice, hard, dicking - if she earned it, that is.

"You're such a cock-loving whore. I, Hngh, bet you love it when I call you n-names, don't you bitch?" She did love it when he called her names, it made her soaking wet, as evident to the puddle of juices beneath her plot.

It's been weeks since she last gave him a blowjob, and she could feel how pent up Master has gotten, with the way he fidgets around on the bed as she nurtures his cock, it serves to prove of the build up of unspent cum in his balls.

With a quick slurp, she dislodge the cock from her mouth and went to work on his black orbs, both big enough to fit one on each hoof. She took her tongue and worked it around the underside, dragging it along the sensitive skin that connected his balls to his the rest of his body, then took one of his nuts in her mouth and went to town, moaning between each suck and slurp.

Lord Armor groaned loudly as he squirmed with untold amounts of pleasure. 'Jackpot,' she thought. With pride guiding her on, she continued to stimulate his right nut before moving on to the other, licking up the sweet sweat that clung on from a hard day's work. This kept going on for a few minutes, switching between each nut, licking and gulping them in her mouth, all while his cock swung back and forth, dragging around her face and mane.

Satisfied with her work, she spat his nut out and went back to his cock, taking all fourteen inches down her throat with ease. A shudder ran through Lord Armor's body as she deep-throated him with expert skills. Sucking cock was like second nature to her.

Before, Lowly Servant used to be an amateur when it came to blowjobs. For the first few months as a maid, she only knew so much just from pleasing him and a few servants. She wasn't exactly the best when it came to giving oral, but she didn't want to disappoint, so she devoted her free time and sick days to building up her oral skills, finding any stallions and mares willing to take a quickie. Learning was a slow, hard process, one that took dedication and patience, but her time spent eating out maids and blowing servants boosted her experience far quicker than she thought was possible, and her skills got even sharper the day the guards got word of the slutty maid from the Servant's Quarters.

Ever since, she's been sucking, slurping, and fucking each and every staff member that came to her, every single day for three years, giving them the best damn orgasms of their lives. Even ambassadors visiting from fellow nations got a piece of her. By now, she's fucked almost half the castle staff five times over and she loved it!

If they told her to lick or suck them off, she’d do it; if they commanded her to give them a show, she’d start masturbating; if they wanted to fuck, she’d lift her tail up.

It would have been better had the majority of stallions she pleasured fucked her, rather than stick their cocks down her throat. Blowjobs weren’t bad on most occasions, but having a stallion fuck her now-and-again wouldn’t be bad either.

Partly because it felt good, but mainly because it was the only way she could get off thanks to one of the enchantments inside her cunt, but that was beside the point.

Lowly held extreme pride for being the Castle whore, because nopony else was willing to do it like her. Well, as willing as a slut goes.

'It's a shame none of the other maids share my interests,' she thought, pausing in her oral treatment. 'We could make one heck of a team!'

Problem was, however, some members of the castle didn’t agree with her sexual-exploits and would find the time of day to voice their disapproval for Lowly’s actions, which didn’t make sense to her as to why they would say these things. Sex was part of who she was, and, in her line of duty, servicing staff-members was her way of helping them relieve pent-up stress. They, however, didn’t see it that way. All they saw was a pathetic mare trying to get attention drawn to her.

Their words shouldn’t have bothered her at all, but when you got a whole group of ponies surrounding you with their negativity and disappointment, it can be overwhelming.

...But that was three years ago, and they didn’t bother her anymore; she was used to the negativity by now. Doesn’t mean they stopped, though.

She pushed her thoughts aside and focused on the cock that was pushing its way into her mouth. 'I shouldn't be distracting myself while sucking Master's cock. Don’t want to make him angry!'

She gave a long, hard suck on the tip of his cock, pulling her mouth off with a loud 'pop!' then took it back in, only to do it again, and again. The stallion beneath her was squirming with incredible amounts of pleasure, enjoying the wonderful fellatio she was giving. She kept doing this a few more times before diving down to the base of his cock, making loud slurping noises and moaning as she continues her assault on the royal scepter, now rubbing a hoof along his sack.

Shining could only lay back with a goofy grin as Lowly was giving him one hell of a blowjob. A deep moan left his mouth as he sat there, staring down his muzzle and watching her. The mare's eyes shot up to meet her Lord's, her bangs slightly obscuring her view as she met his face, which still held that same grin.

Shining couldn't help but chuckle as he was rubbing her mane with a hoof. "Such a sweet little cock sucker. Master is very pleased with his slut."

This brighten her up considerably and she doubled her effort to get him off, placing her hooves on the base of his cock and stroking him, desperate to get some of his cum. Shining was moaning so loud afterwards, almost loud enough for the other guards outside his Chamber doors to hear. Luckily, they were in the bedroom, which was covered in a sound-dampening field that silences any sounds, inside and out. A precaution made from Cadance for their privacy. After all, nobody wants to hear their Princess scream in ecstasy as her Prince ruts her silly.

He was getting close to his impending orgasm, Lowly knew right away. She's sucked him off enough times to know when and how long he'll last, and already she can sense that this one was going to be a big one. She put all of her strength and agility into stroking, sucking, licking, tonguing, everything she could do to make him cum fast. She was hungry and she was going to get some of that tasty, hot seed inside of her tummy.

He held back as much as he could, but there was no way he can hold out any longer. He grabbed her by the back of her head and slammed her muzzle into his crotch, his scream echoing throughout the room as he pumped shot after shot of highly potent seed deep into Lowly's mouth. The slutty maid moaned loudly as she felt his orgasm shooting deep down her throat, his sticky cum traveling down and into her belly. With each shot of cum her pussy would tingle, buckets full of arousal practically dripping out of her and onto the marble floor. More and more cum shot out and was quickly filling her up, his virile seed starting to overflow around his cock and out of her mouth, dripping off her chin. Slowly, his orgasm died down and with it, he let go of her head, letting her pull his cock out until the tip was left inside and letting the remaining bits of cum squirt onto her tongue. She savored the taste of his delicious seed. Sweet and tasty, just how she likes it.

Slowly, he pulled the rest of his cock out of her mouth and one last bit of cum shot out and splattered all over her mouth and muzzle. He watched her giggle as she felt the warm, sticky cum running down her face and started licking it up, then moved forward and proceeded to clean his flaccid cock. When all was done, she brought her eyes back up with a sweet, innocent little smile on her face and saw him sporting a wicked grin.

"My, my. Such a needy little slut, are we? I haven't had a good suck in such a long time." He said.

Lowly's smile turned into a grin. "Thank you, Milord! It was my pleasure to service you!"

"Oh, I can tell my little slut wanted her Lord's cum for a long time."

He flipped off the bed and made his way towards the closet, before looking back at her, "Also, were short on servants today and I need you to attend the birthday party as our server tonight." A scowl took over his face suddenly as he continued, "Of course, if you make another fucking scene like last time in front of my family and friends, I will make sure your punishment is severe!"

Lowly's ears folded back, she remembered what he did to her last time she made a mistake at one of his parties. 'Now he wants me to work on the only night I have off?' she thought. 'I worked hard to get that free time, I hadn't taken a night off in- wait, when was the last time I had a day off? Well, it doesn't matter - if Lord Armor gave me an order to go to the party, then I had to go.' With a smile, she replied, "Of course, sir! I won't disappoint you!"

Shining snorted. "I’ll bet. Now clean that cum off your face and replace the bed sheets. You have ten minutes." With that said, he disappeared into the closet.

The smile on her face vanished with a sigh, as Lowly sat up from the cold ground and quickly made her way towards the cleaning trolley, grabbing a few paper towels and made her way to the bathroom to clean the remaining cum off her face.

As she slicked her mane back, Lowly took a moment to stare at her reflection in the mirror. In the reflection was a young, beautiful mare with a black mane and tail, irises the color of blueberries that glistened with the bathroom-lights, and a grey coat that shined from careful grooming — she always made sure that her coat and mane was radiant and beautiful, no sense working around the castle looking like a carriage ran her over — all topped off with a maid's outfit that hugged tightly around her cute, yet well-built frame — thanks to years of non-stop back-breaking labor and the constant fuck-sessions.

She held a neutral expression as she turned sideways to straighten her outfit, taking a quick glimpse at her cutie mark, a mop with a bowtie around the broom and a bucket with a shield and stars adorning it. Facing the opposite direction, she lifted her tail to check her pink slit for any remnants of arousal, then gave it a quick wipe with a paper towel. 'Don't want anypony to get suspicious,' she thought.

With everything in order, Lowly made her way back into the main Chamber, trotting over to the bed and began changing the sheets. She finished placing a new set of sheet on the bed and made her way over to the trolley to place the dirty sheet inside, then grabbed a mop and cleaned the floor of her and Lord Armor's juices. When she was done, she made her way back to the cart, placing the mop in the bucket, and pushed the trolley towards the door.

She was about to exit when the doors to the chamber opened suddenly and a tall mare came strolling in with a sleeping foal nestled on her back, covered up in a blanket. The mare that was carrying her had a beautiful pink coat with a yellow, violet, and pink mane, and a tall hourglass figure that any mare would die for, but the most noticeable features was her elegant wings and horn. Standing in front of the maid was the figure of beauty and inspiration, the Princess of love herself, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza.

Pink irises were gazing back at Lowly, who was propping herself downwards into a polite bow. "P-Princess Cadance!" She looked up to her with a nervous smile. "I-I spent extra time cleaning the bathroom, just as you asked!"

"Did you clean behind the toilet completely this time?" The alicorn asked with a neutral voice, though she thought she heard a bit of resentment in her tone.

Lowly's ears folded for a brief moment, "O-of course, your Highness!"

The Princess looked down on Lowly with a not-so-amused look, before walking past her and straight towards Lord Armor. "Good.."

Lowly's scrambled to her cart at break-neck speed. "Yes, your Highness!" She said quickly, then proceeded with her trolley outside the chambers. She took a quick glance back and for a brief moment saw the Princess nuzzling her husband, before she was instantly met with two doors slamming in her face. He ears were drooping as she kept her gaze on the door for a few seconds. Then, with a heavy sigh, pushed her cart down the hallway. The only sound that followed was the cart's squeaky wheels.

Lowly Servant placed her trolley into the maid's closet and made her way towards the Servant's Quarters. She had just finished the rest of her rounds for the noon and was completely exhausted. She wanted nothing more than to take a quick nap before Princess Flurry Heart's Birthday party later in the evening.

She entered the barren chambers and made a beeline straight to her room. As she entered, she noticed not a single one of her bunk mates were there and closed the door behind before making her way to the bed and stopped.

She stood there, staring at her cottage, her home. Her face was devoid of any emotions. She was just staring, looking at it, as if it would reach out and grab her. A few minutes pass until she slowly laid down on the stiff mattress and relaxed.

Silence filled the room as she laid in her bed, completely still. No sound, no movements.

Then, without warning, a strangled whimper came out of her mouth, followed up with sobbing. Tears were pouring out as she laid there, balling her eyes out and sobbing uncontrollably. She couldn't keep a cork on her emotions, the stress and pain of her life as a maid has made her so miserable, but she couldn't do anything about it. The Persona-Spell had full control of her body and mind, she couldn't leave, she couldn't disobey, and she couldn't tell anyone who she used to be. She had to serve everypony in the castle.

Why does she of all ponies have to live with this?

Three years ago, she considered herself one of the luckiest ponies on the planet; she had a strong, loving family who would encourage her to join the guard, a highly-decorated soldier who became Captain of the Royal Guard, a hero who had prevented an army of changelings from overruling Canterlot during the Royal Wedding, and helped liberate a whole kingdom from the tyranny of Sombra.

Three years ago she had a beautiful wife, the one pony she cared about more than anything else in the universe, the one who made her strong, the one pony who encouraged her to keep her head high in the face of uncertainty, the one mare who embraced her and kept her standing during the roughest of times.

Three years ago... she was Shining Armor; the brave, powerful, dorky stallion who never stood down to any challenges, the same stallion that became the ruler of the Crystal Empire alongside his wife.

Now, she was nothing.

For three years she's been known as Lowly Servant, a maid at the very bottom of the hierarchy who cleans up after the guests and servants of the Crystal Castle. A simple maid that does everything and anything she's told without a single question. Her high-level of obedience had made her the go-to mare when it came to working as a maid, thanks in-part to the Persona-Spell that was placed on her three years ago by Princess Cadance.

Years of obeying orders and pleasing her superiors had withered her poor mind. The stallion she once was, was almost non-existent now. The memories she has of Princess Cadance was strong enough to keep her from losing herself, but the memories of them together has been degraded to the point where she was having trouble recalling certain events. She couldn't even remember the last time she held her Highness in her hooves and kissed her, telling her how much she loved her...

She thought back to the filly the Princess had with her, that cute little alicorn-filly of hers, and how casually the Princess just disregarded her like that. Her heart felt broken thinking about the filly she could of had with her. Lowly never got the chance to see her when she was born, to have the privilege to raise her and watch her grow up. While Flurry was learning all kinds of exciting new things in the world, Lowly was too busy mopping the floors.

It all made her choke up and a new wave of tears rushed out of her eyes, staining the pillow beneath her.

"Why...?" she sobbed out, the feeling of sorrow and pain welled up inside her heart. The Princess didn't even recognize her. Then again, why should she? She was a maid, the obedient, slutty maid, the lowest of the low, one who did everything and anything she was told to do. A big wet mark formed on the pillow as she continued to cry into it.

This was the worst thing that could have ever happened to her.

Her thoughts landed on the night this all started, when she and Cadance were playing with the transformation and Persona spells. As they rutted all night, the alicorn used her spells to turn him into several different mares, from a high-school cheerleader, to the loyal Rainbow Dash, all while manipulating his mind to match said mares' personalities. Then, in the final half of the night, Cadance stepped up her game and turned him into a little maid, had him obey his Princess's commands and got his succulent pussy filled with massive horse meat.

One thing to add was the vibration spell inside her vagina, one that drove Lowly crazy. It would go off at random intervals, bringing her to the peak of orgasm, then shut off completely. The only problem she had was she couldn't get off through masturbation alone, only a stallion's thick, juicy cock could bring her sweet release.

It was pure evil, yes, but there was no denying it felt good sometimes.

The following morning, Shining woke up to a note from Cadance stating she would turn him back into a stallion and remove the spells placed on him after her morning jog. So she waited, expecting Cadance to arrive at any moment to revert her back to her true form and remove the Persona-Spell. What Shining didn't expect was one of the maids walking in and ordering her to the Servant's Quarters to work. He couldn't disobey the mare and went to the Servant's Quarters where he met Miss Martinette and was given his first set of orders. After that, everything went south.

The real Lowly Servant was coincidentally caught by Cadance outside her door and turned Lowly into Shining Armor, giving her his memories and title as Prince. When the fake Shining caught her in his chamber, he made sure to put him in her place. With her under the influence of the Persona-Spell, he bent her to his will, making her live out the rest of his new life as Lowly Servant, the castle maid. He stripped her of free will, telling her to never speak about her former life, and preventing her from leaving the castle grounds. He also made her his slut, telling her to do things to him she would never have done to anyone else as a stallion.

Worst of all... she wasn't allowed to take her own life. After the first few months passed, she had been searching for an easy way out, desperate to end her torment. She had several ideas on how to go about it: staging an accident, cutting her wrist, jumping from the royal chamber's balcony, drinking the cleaning chemicals in her cart, taking a toaster with her into the bathtub, impaling herself with a guard's spear, an endless amount of possibilities. Of course, Lord Armor told her she wasn't allowed to hurt herself intentionally, but that didn't stop her from thinking about it from time to time.

She had accepted the fact that her new purpose in life was to satisfy Lord Armor, as well as everypony in the castle. When they all caught w

Lowly thoughts drifted towards Lord Armor's abusive attitude against her. In the beginning, when all of this started, all he did was make her pleasure him — to show some dominance and to remind her who was in charge, and it wasn’t that bad at first. But as time moved on, she started noticing a change in his attitude; where once there was restraint, now replaced with an abusive impulse — hitting, choking, humiliating, the odd remarks here and there about how much of a stupid, attention-seeking bitch she was — it confused and hurt Lowly beyond anything.

One memory remained crystal clear as she remembered when she was giving him oral one day, how she accidentally bit him and pleaded it was an accident, how he didn't believe her at all. He beat her so badly she was confined to a hospital bed for two weeks. When the doctors asked her what happened, she simply answered with, "I fell down the stairs." It was a horrible excuse, but fortunately, they didn't see through her lie...

Her thoughts landed back to Lord Armor and how cruel he became, how he has the power to make her have sex with him every day, and how he can just control her life, without anypony being the wiser.

It made her want nothing more than to huddle up and die here in her bed.

But she couldn't, she knew her place in life. She had a job to do and she wasn't going to disappoint her superiors because she decided to lay down and die. They wouldn't like it. Especially Lord Armor. She didn't like making her Master angry. Whenever he got mad, bad things happened to her. She didn't like what he did, it scared her.

'What do I do?' she thought. She was so lost, so damn lost. She had nothing, nobody to talk to, no friends to back her up, no respect from anyone in the castle and she wasn't allowed to tell anyone her secret. She was trapped in a never-ending nightmare with no way out. She was alone.

Wiping her eyes, Lowly flipped her tear-stained pillow over and relaxed. She didn't want to think about it anymore, all she wants is a peaceful nap. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, she closed her eyes and let sweet sleep grace her battered mind.

...Only for a familiar buzzing in her crotch to start up.

A groan escaped her lips, "Of course that has to start now!"

The vibrator spell was on, and it was going fast. She didn't want to deal with this, she just laid there and tried to ignore the sensation building in her vagina. She squished her thighs together, trying her best to ride it out, but this only made it worst.

She still hasn't figured out how to dampen the vibrations, even after three years of constantly being tortured by it. She's had plenty of sleepless nights because of this spell.

They were simple, yet powerful vibrations, sending strong signals throughout her body, enough to make her moan from the pleasurable tingle in her cunt. It felt nice!

Her teeth were clenching as she struggles to gain control, her mind was already exhausted from the work load she had that day and the last thing she needs is for this stupid spell to ruin her chance for rest! "S-stop, please!" There was no reasoning with it, nothing she could say that would stop it.

A few beads of arousal were coming out of her pussy already, and she was trying desperately to hold back a few tears in her eyes. "N-no... p-please turn off. I j-just want, hnng, to sleep! P-p-please! Just let me-"

A strong pulse from the vibrator sent all reasoning out the door as she squealed from the overwhelming pleasure in her pussy.

She couldn't handle it anymore, she had to rub herself! She brought a shaky hoof down to her pussy and gave quick rubs. A sensual groan left her lips as she rubbed deep into her folds, spreading them nice and wide. It felt so good! After a good few minutes, she took her other hoof and brushed it across her clit, rubbing her fur against it's sensitive flesh. A high-pitch squeal left her mouth at the sensational pleasure she got from that.

Being careful, she pushed her hoof into the opening of her vagina, barely getting it in.

A grin was plastered on her face as she thought about how nice it would be to have a hunk for a stallion mounting her, pushing against her folds with his monster cock, how he would ram her hard, over and over again, and make her squeal like a little filly in heat. When he pulled back, she pulled her hoof out, and when he pushed into her, she pushed it right back in. Right now, it was just her and that stallion, fucking all night long and moaning passionately into each other's mouth as they kiss.

A set of high-pitched moans left her lips as the vibrations doubled, making her squirm all over the bed. Her nether lips was pouring with arousal, staining the sheets as she rubbed her clit vigorously with a hoof.

"Mmmm, push that fat cock inside me. I ,ah, want to feel your medial ring rubbing my, oh! R-rubbing inside my pussy! Harder, baby! Make this s-slut cum!" She couldn't keep the words from leaving her mouth, it was too much for her to hold back. She was so turned on right now.

"C-cum inside me! Make me your mare!" The thought of cumming all over that stallion's thick cock, to feel him shoot his load deep into her cunny, would have been enough to send her over the edge. She was having so much fun right now!

Then suddenly, the vibrations came to an end.

A whimper left her mouth, she was just starting to enjoy herself! She bit her lip as she fidgeted around, mashing her hoof into her folds, trying so hard to get that wonderful feeling back, but she wasn't feeling it.

Frustration built up in her, she was just about the take a nap, then the fucking vibrator starts up and riles her up as all hell and turns off shortly after! Now here she was, covered in her own juices and her pussy was practically starving for a fat cock! She was tired, so fucking tired, and now she's horny.

But what could she do? On one side, she wanted to feel the sweet release of a stallion rutting her, filling her up with his hot spunk. But on the other, she had to be meek - she couldn't go running around the castle looking for any stallion and rut him silly, even if she needed it desperately.

Not only that, but the birthday party was just a few hours away, and every guard and staff member would be too busy working, which meant there was a high chance no-pony was going to require her special services.

So with a loud groan, she collapsed on-top of her pillow, grumpy and frustrated as any mare would be from lack of orgasm. 'Why does this always happen to me?'

Meek

Author's Note

I want to apologize in advance for taking way too long on this chapter. I wanted to post it sooner, but there was a lot of editing that needed to be done.

This chapter took a full year to write, and nearly three weeks of non-stop editing. The reason being: I've been so caught up between two jobs, paying bills, and family issues that I never really got the chance to finish the chapter quickly like I intended, but it is what it is.

Anyways, I hope you guys are having a great holiday - meeting up with friends and relatives for the season - because we all need some family time now and again - and I hope to see you soon in the next update.

Editing and Proofreading by Door Belle and mix-up. Seriously, these guys helped me make major improvements for this chapter and shaped it out better than what I had originally wrote.

Like the previous chapter: If you have any concerns or problems or notice any errors with the chapter, as well as any inconsistencies, please let me know in the comments. Constructive criticism is much appreciated!

Meek

Six Months Ago — Lowly Servant — Royal Kitchen

Lowly sat in front of the Royal Kitchen’s pass-station, flustered and exhausted. Her little predicament earlier left her in a bewildered state for hours, and her lack of satisfaction was only making things worse. The lingering need to have a stallion satisfy her nagged at the back of her mind all day, but she had to keep her chin up and push through it. She had to be calm and patient in her duty as a castle maid. Although, that didn't mean she was completely in control of the cravings brought on by the compulsion spell placed on her.

There had been moments when she futilely tried to counter the compulsion, but with Lord Armor’s sporadic sessions, the constant demands for pleasure from the guards and castle staff, and her somewhat concupiscent mind — not to mention the vibrator spell in her pussy going off at random intervals, — she couldn’t resist it entirely, but that was beside the point.

The lack of sex, the constant long hours of backbreaking labor and scarce amount of sleep had eroded what little energy she can usually scrounge up, bringing bags to her eyes and leaving a slight sag in her posture. Her eyelids were closing, beckoning her to just lay down and sleep where she sat, but she righted herself with a quick shake of the head. She couldn't sleep now, she had to serve her Lord and Princess tonight! The last thing she needed was to upset her superiors.

But it was so tempting to drop and forget everything around her and fall back into the open arms of a warm, cozy bed; to have a handsome stallion mount her from above and stuff her with his thick, mottled co—

A serving tray bearing several delicacies and a bottle of wine was dropped in front of Lowly, startling her from her groggy state. The stallion giving her the tray — Fresh Cut, if she remembered correctly — glared at her for a moment before making his way back towards the kitchen. He was one of the first staff members within the castle who had overheard the rumors surrounding her indiscreet behavior years ago and, instead of ignoring it, decided to scold her. It hadn’t been a pleasant conversation.

Sighing, Lowly pushed the memory away and placed the tray on her back. Then she poured the wine into one of the fancy glass decanters and grasped the handle between her teeth, being careful not to slobber all over it.

With her head held high, she trotted down the Banquet Hall's service corridor, passing by a few of the other maids engaged in their own tasks. As she reached the doors at the end, she took a moment to take a deep-breath and calm the butterflies in her stomach. Then she raised her head with a false smile, which was made awkward by the glass in her mouth, and stepped forward through the doors.

The sounds of laughter and chatter greeted her as she took in her surroundings. Fillies and colts were everywhere, running and screaming as they played, while the adults were spaced out in various areas, chatting with one another and enjoying the party. In the center of the room was a great dining table. At one end of the table sat a group of colts and fillies, playing board games and eating cake with big, goofy smiles on their faces. At the other end, Their Highnesses Princess Cadance and Prince Armor sat together with a group of mares, who were all engaged in separate conversations.

Lowly’s attention suddenly diverted to a familiar couple sitting next to the group, who was currently engaged with Princess Flurry. One of the unicorn couple, a white mare — who Lowly identified as Twilight Velvet — was holding Princess Flurry in her arms, while the stallion — Night Light — was making silly faces at the giggling filly.

‘Mom? Dad?’ Lowly thought. Old memories welled up as her heart stung at the sight of her birth parents, so close yet so far, but she continued her stride with a stonewall-face. 'Careful, Lowly. Deep breaths — just try and calm down...’

With a steady pace, she made her way over, careful not to bump into any of the foals running around. As she made her way forward, her ears caught on to the conversation between Princess Cadance and a bright-pink mare — who looked way too jittery for her own good.

"Oh, she’s so cute! Has she talked yet!?"

Princess Cadance raised an eyebrow, amusement plastered on her face. "Pinkie, you asked that question last year — of course she has!"

Flurry giggled at her Auntie Pie's antics. "Of course, silly!”

"You are the most adorable filly ever!" Pinkie was literally standing on the table in front of them, giddy with excitement.

"Pinkie Pie! Where are your manners? Get down before you hurt yourself!" cried a white unicorn mare seated beside Pinkie, her beautifully-styled purple mane bobbing as she shook her head. "How many times must I say this? It's rude to stand on tables!"

"Oopsie, sorry Rarity!" Pinkie said from her chair next to ‘Rarity’, who jumped in surprise.

Lowly blinked in confusion. 'How did she move to her seat so fast?’ An orange mare with a stetson hat sitting next to Lowly smirked..

"Don’t worry about her, sugarcube. She’s just bein' Pinkie Pie."

‘Just being Pinkie Pie?’ The statement itself only served to confuse Lowly more. 'What does that even mean? She was standing on the table, and then she was sitting in her seat in the blink of an eye! How did she—'

"Trust me, don't think about it. Saves you a whole lot a trouble." And just like that, Lowly's thoughts on the pink menace seized, thanks to the compulsion-spell planted deep in her brain.

"Yesh, ma'rm," Lowly answered around the glass handle in her teeth.

"Just Applejack, sugarcube. You don't need to call me ma'am." Applejack smiled and took a moment to scan Lowly's figure, then met her eyes with a raised brow. "Say, ain't I seen you before? You look awfully familiar..."

"Come on AJ, who cares. Just pour us some wine!" The small maid turned her head to the source of the tomboyish voice and saw a rainbow-maned pegasus glaring at her impatiently.

"Dash, don't be talkin to her like that, it’s rude."

Dash glared at Applejack, then sighed in frustration. "Fine, can you please pour me some more wine."

Regardless of formalities, Lowly had already poured a glass for Rainbow. She was about to do the same for Applejack when she was stopped by said-mare’s hoof.

"That’s alright, I don’t need any." Applejack stated.

"Yesh, Mish Appleshack."

Applejack opened her mouth to protest the use of 'Miss', but was cut off before she could get a word in by a voice across the table.

"Oh, over here, darling!" Rarity called.

With a sigh, Lowly placed the glass cork back in the decanter and made her way around the table, but not before setting the tray of food down for the others to enjoy. She made it around and began pouring wine for the white mare, whose face held a similar expression to the one Applejack’s had borne.

'Déjà vu,' Rarity thought. "You're right Applejack, she does look familiar!" She gave Lowly a brief stare, before smiling. "What's your name, dear?"

"Lowly Shervant, ma'rm."

Rarity blinked. "Lowly... Servant?" She let the words roll off her tongue. 'Did her parents seriously name her that?' "That is... Well, it's certainly an interesting name."

Lowly could practically feel the discomfort radiating from this mare. 'If only you knew who I really am...' "Shank you, ma’rm," she said, attempting to smile with the decanter still in her mouth.

"I think it's a lovely name."

Lowly glanced around for the source of the faint voice, but couldn't tell where it came from. She looked around the table and spotted a yellow pegasus with a pink mane looking at her, who quickly looked away and shrank behind her mane.

A snicker from across the table caught Lowly's attention and she turned her head to face it. "Seriously? What kind of name is Lowly Servant?" Rainbow Dash slurred, already intoxicated from the amount of wine she had consumed earlier. "It's like you were born to be — Ow!"

Applejack clocked Rainbow's arm, and the pegasus flinched. "Don’t be rude, Dash!" Applejack stated with a glare on her face. She grabbed at the drink Rainbow had been consuming earlier, which made the pegasus reach out for the glass, only to be slapped away by Applejack's hoof. "No! You already had four glasses, girl. This here was your last one."

"Come on!" Rainbow whined.

"I said no! No more wine for you." Rainbow was staring angrily at Applejack, but was quickly shot down as said apple farmer gave her a rather fierce stare.

"What’s going on over here?" a feminine voice called out from the end of the table, which made Lowly, Rainbow and Applejack look over quickly. Princess Cadance and Shining Armor were staring at the trio with raised eyebrows. Raising her voice, Cadance asked, “Is this maid causing any problems?"

"No, but her name is," Rainbow said with folded arms.

Lowly’s ears folded at Rainbow’s remark. “I-I’m shorry, Mish Dash.”

"Rainbow..." Applejack growled through grinding teeth, the glare she was giving her could have bore a hole through her skull. Forcing herself to remain calm, she raised her voice to be heard, "No, Ms. Cadance. We was just having a conversation with her, but Rainbow here was insulting the poor girl."

"…Was not." Rainbow grimaced.

"Don't lie now, girl. You were saying mighty rude things about her name!"

"All I asked was 'what kind of name is Lowly Servant!'".

"Ya'll were laughing at her!"

"Calm down, everypony," Cadance interrupted, before glaring at Lowly. "Maid. This isn't the time to be chatting around. Go and bring us more wine."

Lowly's ears folded back, but she complied without resistance. "Y-yesh, Your Highnesh. Shorry, Your Highnesh." She curtsied, then turned from the table and made her way towards the service corridor, pushing through the doors and walked down the hall towards the kitchen with her tail tucked between her legs.

The Princess wasn't actually being rude, but the way she completely dismissed Lowly was enough to make her heart sting with sorrow. Why she was acting this way towards Lowly was simple; she was a maid, her job as a maid was to be discreet in her cleaning, never make conversation with the Royal couple and their guests, and, most importantly, always follow orders — which the persona-spell made sure she complied with, much to Lowly’s dismay.

She assumed her little fiasco at the announcement party three years ago had to do with Princess Cadance’s negative attitude, but Her Highness never confronted her about it — whether it was because she didn’t want to waste her time with a low-born maid, or simply forgot about it, Lowly didn’t know.

However, when Miss Martinette inevitably caught word of Lowly’s freak-out session, she reprimanded her and assigned extended hours, reduced break-times, and heavy-duty tasks every day for two months.

Lowly shuddered — she would never forget how harsh Miss Martinette was towards her all those months, how far she went to punish Lowly for acting out of line, but she deserved it for breaking a vintage decanter and making a complete fool out of herself in front of the royal couple and their family.

Her family…

Tears beaded in her eyes, threatening to spill over — they were her friends and family, the ponies that helped her through troubling times and gave her purpose in this world, the people she would go through Tartarus and back to protect, the family she loved and missed greatly — but when they looked at her, all they saw was a simple maid to service them and clean up their messes, somepony they wouldn’t waste their time with, and that served as a constant reminder to one cold, hard fact.

They didn't recognize her.

They would never recognize her.

Twilight sat in her chair, confused. She hadn’t paid much attention to most of the conversation between her friends and the maid. Only when they started arguing did she take an interest, but that wasn’t what bothered her; what had her mind in a fritz was how coldly Cadance acted towards the maids and servants, especially towards that one maid — whose name she had the misfortune of forgetting.

Twilight had always looked up to Cadance ever since she was a filly. She always played with her and helped her with complicated homework assignments, including teaching her about the importance of checklists and how to use them properly, and those checklists saved Twilight’s hide more times than she can count. She never saw Cadance as her foal-sitter, but more like a sister.

Twilight tried going back through her memories, yet, she couldn’t recall a single moment when Cadance had acted dismissive and/or hostile towards anypony before, and that left Twilight with questions.

Did something happen recently to warrant such a nasty behavior? It would make sense, but Cadance wasn’t the type of mare to get angry over anything, unless somepony did something extremely obnoxious.

Had Cadance always been like this? There was no way — Twilight would have noticed sooner, but considering she spent most of her childhood with her face buried between books and generally avoided socializing with everypony, the idea wasn’t completely dismissed. Perhaps the past few years living in Ponyville and learning about friendship had heightened her sense of awareness towards others.

But the question still remained — Why was Cadance acting so dismissive towards the maids and servants?

Twilight needed answers, and what better way to get them than to ask Cadance herself?

Twilight looked up at her fellow Princess and former foal-sitter. "Cadance?"

"Hmm? Oh, hold on Pinkie." Cadance turned her head from the pink mare she was conversing with and gave the purple alicorn a smile. "Yes, what is it Twilight?"

"Can I ask you a question?" Cadance nodded, urging her to ask away. "What is your problem with the maids and servants?"

Cadence’s smile dropped to a frown as she raised an eyebrow. "Problem?"

"I’ve noticed the way you’ve been acting around some of the servants and, if I remember correctly, you acted the same way last time I visited. Cadance, is there something bothering you?"

"There's nothing wrong, Twilight. You don't have to worry about anything." Cadance’s reply was dismissive, but Twilight didn't buy it.

"I only ask because I rarely see you acting this way. Please, Cadance, what's going—"

"Twilight, I know you're worried, but believe me when I say that everything is fine." Cadance stated with her patented smile — It still wasn’t enough to convince Twilight, though.

"Can you please be honest with me, Cadance? I just want to know..."

‘For the love of— “Where are you going with this, Twilight?” Cadance groaned. Twilight’s persistence was starting to get on her nerves. “They’re just servants — there’s nothing important about them to waste your time on!"

With her statement out in the open, Cadance turned away. There was a moment of silence afterwards, leaving Cadance to believe Twilight finally got the message.

"What do you mean there’s ’nothing important’ about them?” Cadance turned back to Twilight and caught her glaring.

Cadance raised an eyebrow. “Twilight, can you please stop—”

“No, don’t brush it off!” Twilight blurted with agitation. The nerve on Cadance for deeming these servants as ‘useless’ was enough to leave Twilight seething with anger. “You’re acting way out of line by being dismissive of these hard-working ponies, and I want you to explain yourself!”

Cadance opened her mouth to rebut Twilight’s accusations, but felt something poking her leg, drawing her attention down to a fidgeting Flurry Heart. “Yes, sweetie?”

Flurry scrunched her nose up. “Mommy, I have to go potty…”

Cadance blinked. “Right now?” Flurry nodded. “Did you ask Sunburst to take you?”

“Sunny is too busy, Mommy.”

Cadance scanned the crowd over, looking for a stallion dressed in a blue wizard cape. She spotted the orange stallion on the other side of the banquet hall, chasing a group of foals and yelling after them.

“H-ey, Careful! No, don’t run around like — wait, watch out for that—”

Smash!

“—vase.”

Cadance blinked. “Oh…”

“Mommy, I really need to go!” Flurry whined as she squirmed uncontrollably. Cadance quickly stood up from her plush pillow and levitated the filly onto her back.

“Okay, okay. Just hang in there.” She was about to leave when she glanced back at a peeving Twilight, “Listen, can we discuss this later?”

Twilight stared at Cadance for a few more seconds, then she sighed. “Fine...”

“Mom!” Flurry whined.

“Alright, alright.” Cadance spread her wings and prepared herself. “Hold on tight!” Cadance said as she took flight, soaring over the table and out of the banquet hall, with Flurry’s giggles following behind.

With Cadance gone, Twilight sat alone at the table with her ears folded, deeply rooted in her thoughts. How could Cadance be so ignorant? They were hardworking ponies who had earned their fair share of recognition, and Cadance treated them like garbage. It made Twilight seethe just thinking about it.

Shining, for his part, noticed Twilight’s downcast look. “Everything alright, sis?”

Twilight looked up at her brother “Huh? Oh, everything’s fine, Shiny. Just thinking...”

“Thinking about what Cadance said?” Shining said, which made Twilight blink in confusion. “Sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear parts of your discussion about the maids.”

Twilight sighed as she stared at the table with folded ears. “I don’t understand — why is she acting so dismissive around the staff? I can’t even imagine somepony like her would do that to anypony…” Her voice came out low and shaky — it hurt just thinking about it.

Shining raised an eyebrow. “Wait, she never told you the full story? I thought you knew.”

Now it was Twilight’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “Full story? What are you talking about?”

Shining shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I’d rather be respectful and not discuss anything personal about Cady. You’ll have to ask her yourself.”

“You know what? I will.” Twilight scoffed. She got out of her seat and made way towards the double doors at the end of the hall.

Shining couldn’t help but smirk in amusement.

‘Never fails to get her riled up.’ He thought to himself, before bringing his attention to his mother.

“So, mom — I heard you started writing a biography on Sombra. How’s that coming along?”

Meanwhile...

Lowly was practically exhausted now as she trotted back towards the dining table. What little energy she had that sustained her earlier was now completely used up, and it left her in a horrible state of disarray. She was having a hard time paying attention to her surroundings, but she needed to keep herself awake, otherwise she might end up running into—

"Watch out!" a deep voice shouted on her left, making Lowly stop in confusion. Turning her head in the direction, she saw an orange unicorn running after a group of fillies and colts, who were ruthlessly chasing each other, right in her general direction. Lowly's eyes widened as she reared up on her hind-legs, taking an unsteady step back just in the nick of time. The herd of ponies thundered straight through where she had been.

“S-sorry!” Royal Crystaller Sunburst said as he chased after them. Lowly sighed with relief and dropped down to her fore-hooves.

Her left hoof landed directly on a piece of broken vase, which pierced the soft tissue beneath and made Lowly clamp her teeth down — directly on the delicate handle of her glass wine decanter.

Crunch.

Smash!

Lowly's pupils were constricted as she felt the most intense pain in her mouth. A loud cry forced it’s way out as she fell back on her haunches and clutched her mouth with both hooves to muffle her screams. The pain could be compared to having a branding iron shoved straight into her gums. She screwed her eyes shut, trying and failing to hold her tears back. ’What happened?!'

"Is everything alright?" a masculine voice nearby said, which made Lowly turn her head towards the source. Walking towards her in a suit of crystal armor was a yellow pegasus, recognizing him as one of the guards from around the castle. His eyes widened as he saw blood dripping down her chin. "You're bleeding!"

She drew a hoof back from her mouth, confirming there was, in fact, blood. Lowly gulped nervously, which was a big mistake on her part as shard of glass trailed down her throat and made her spit more blood all over the floor. Her throat felt like lava was being poured down as the glass shard scratched, but not cut, the soft tissue of her throat.

There were gasps all around the room, followed with every adult pony in the hall rushing over to Lowly. Each one that came up asked if she was alright and offered to help. In all the time she spent as a maid, this was the first time more than three ponies directed their attention towards her. Well... a group of ponies who weren't looking down on her in contempt, like most do.

But she was just a maid, a stupid, slutty maid. She didn't deserve their sympathy. Why were they trying to help her?

"Are you okay, Miss?" a familiar voice asked next to her. She took a glance to her side and saw a purple mare walk up to her. She recognized the mare right away. Her Highness, Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, former Element of Magic and sister to Lord Armor, was standing next to her with a worried look on her face. The pain in her mouth felt like a needle pinching her skin in comparison to the heart-breaking pain she felt in her chest — 'Twily?'

She wanted to tell her how she missed her so much, to hold her in her arms and cry out like a foal, to scream out that she’s the real Shining Armor and the other stallion was an impostor! She wanted to so much! 'Please, Twily, you have to recognize me!'

She was so close, but so far. Lowly couldn’t have hoped for a better chance to tell Twilight everything, because Lowly knew she was the only pony in all of Equestria who would actually listen to her; yet try as she might, she couldn’t say anything. The compulsion-spell followed through with Lord Armor’s direct orders and it blocked her from uttering a single word about her heart-breaking predicament.

Instead, the only words that came out of Lowly’s stuttering-mouth was: "I-I'm f-f-fine! D-do you n-need anything, P-princess?” The pain was making it difficult to talk, but she wasn't going to let pain get in the way of serving a Princess.

Twilight stared at the mare in complete shock. It utterly baffled her that this mare would disregard something as serious as glass being shattered in her mouth for the sole purpose of serving her. "W-what? You just — B-but how can you — What!? You need medical help!"

More tears leaked through as Lowly tried to speak up, keeping her composure — for a mare with glass lodged in her teeth — as best as she could. "P-plea—” she coughed, “—I-I'm j-just a m-maid. Do-don't worry a-about m-m-me." Each word that came out of her mouth was getting excruciatingly painful the more she talked and it was threatening to overwhelm her.

"Is anypony a doctor!? This mare needs immediate medical attention!" The Princess of Friendship all but shouted. The ponies that surrounded them looked at each other nervously, not sure of what to do in a situation like this.

"I am! Make way!"

The crowd dispersed at the sound of a rough voice approaching, revealing a stallion dressed in a white lab coat and carrying a medical bag in his mouth rushing towards the scene. "What seems to be—" he didn't need to finish his sentence as he got a good look at Lowly’s mouth. "Oh dear..."

"You're a doctor, right? Can you help her?" Twilight asked.

"Yes, ma’am. I’m Doctor Stethoscope — one of the castle doctors,” he said, now staring into Lowly’s eyes. “I’m going to need you to open your mouth.”

Complying, Lowly opened wide and Stethoscope took a closer look with his medical instrument, observing the damage, before pulling back..“Okay, I’m going to ask you a serious question and I need you to answer truthfully with either a nod-for-yes or shake-for-no. Did you accidentally swallow any of the glass?"

Lowly hesitated for a moment before nodding her head — much to the doctor's distress.

Stethoscope looked towards Twilight with a serious expression. "She’s going to need surgery right away to safely remove the glass she swallowed, no doubt about it." He turned back to look Lowly straight in the eyes, “I’m going to take you to the Medical Wing for treatment — can you walk?” Lowly nodded. “Okay, let me help you up.”

Twilight watched as Stethoscope helped Lowly up to her hooves and carefully guided her around the shattered glass, then escorted her towards the exit, with Lowly limping the entire way. Something felt off about that mare and she couldn’t figure it out.

‘What could possibly compel a maid to ignore her own well being enough to serve with such dedication?’ Twilight thought. She wanted to ask the maid about it, but considering said-mare just shattered a glass bottle in her mouth, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

Twilight glanced over to the yellow pegasus guard, who was making his way back to his position by the doors. If she remembered correctly, his name was Flash Sentry, a guard she's encountered on a few occasions during her visits to the Crystal Empire over the years. “Excuse me, Flash Sentry, is it?”

Flash whipped around in an instant upon having his name called. “Yes, Your Highness?"

“I have a quick question, if you don’t mind,” Flash nodded. “How well do you know that maid?”

“Lowly Servant? Well, besides a few rumors going around about her, I know very little.” Flash withheld his knowledge about Lowly’s promiscuity — how he knew didn’t matter, he felt it would have been inappropriate to share this information out loud at a filly’s birthday party. “Was there something in particular you wanted to ask, Your Highness?”

“Well, I was just wondering if you might know if Lowly had any relatives or friends that could be contacted.”

Flash shrugged. “I have no idea. If she does, you’ll have to check her résumé. Other than that, that’s about all I know.”

Twilight went silent after, her mind focusing on that poor maid. All she could think about was Lowly laying in a hospital bed alone, with no relatives or friends sitting by her side and holding her hoof, nopony to let her know that everything was going to be okay. The thought itself didn’t sit well with Twilight.

Then suddenly, an idea popped up in her head. “In that case, can you do me a favor, Flash?”

“Of course, Your Highness.”

“Can you go and stay with her for the time being? I know you don’t know each other very well, but I think it’d be more reassuring for Lowly if you stuck around.”

Flash blinked. “Uhm, Your Highness—”

“Please, call me Twilight.”

“R-right, Miss Twilight — I don’t mean to be rude or disrespectful, but I’m already assigned to my post at the door and I don’t think my superiors will take kindly—”

Twilight waved her hoof dismissively, “I’ll inform them, don’t worry. You go on and catch up with them.”

Flash briefly glanced back at the double doors leading to the main hall, where Lowly and the doctor had departed through, before turning back and saluting. “I’ll keep an eye on her, Princess.” With everything said, he wasted no time catching up to Lowly and Stethoscope as they made their way down the hall towards the Medical Wing.

Five Minutes Later

The Royal Clinic was a special wing added to the Crystal Castle, following the reappearance of the Crystal Empire. It was designed with the intention of providing immediate medical services for the Royal Couple should an emergency arise, but it also provided for all staff members employed at the castle. Unlike the other clinics within the Empire, every doctor and nurse employed within the Wing had up-to-date modern knowledge of medicine and were all strictly professional in their line of work.

One of the nurses running the counter up front was going through the process of organizing medical-files when the front door swung open suddenly, and both Flash Sentry and Doctor Stethoscope trotted in with Lowly between both stallions, leaning against them for support. The nurse behind the counter noticed Lowly’s bloody muzzle immediately and ran towards them.

"By the Sun — what happened?" The pink and white nurse asked.

Both stallions gave the nurse a recount of the events, giving her as much information as possible. When they finished, the nurse called for assistance over the intercom. Moments later, a group of nurses rushed out and started escorting Lowly towards the back.

"Thank you for escorting her here, Mr. Flash. We'll take it from here." The doctor said.

Flash nodded. “I’ll stick around for the time being, just to be safe.”

The doctor nodded back and walked through the doors to the ER to prepare Lowly for surgery, leaving Flash all alone.

“Now what?” He asked himself. He took a moment to search the waiting room and spotted a table in the far corner covered in magazines. With nothing better to do, he walked over and dug through the pile for anything interesting. Unfortunately, they were all about mare-fashion.

With an exasperated sigh, he grabbed a magazine at random and sat down. ”And to think I’m actually getting paid for this...”

Lowly laid quivering in the prep-room, the pain in her mouth and stomach was doing little to quell her anxiety. She could only lay there and wait while the medical staff rushed to get the ER set up around her. The two surgeons that were going to perform the procedure had entered her room earlier and introduced themselves, speaking with a level of professionalism and confidence as they went over a few key details, which calmed her down a little.

Just then, one of the surgeons walked up and stood on the side of her bed, a face mask was covering her muzzle as she spoke. "Hey, hon, we’re going to put you under right now, ok? But before we do that, is there anything you'd like us to do — maybe contact a relative or a friend?" She asked in a warm, motherly tone.

There were; her parents, little sister, friends, and wife, but she couldn’t have them. They were Lord Armor’s family now, not hers, and even if she could ask for them, they wouldn’t recognize her. Why would they bother with a simple, low-born maid such as herself?

With a heavy heart, Lowly shook her head, trying to hold back the tears; she didn't want to delay any longer — she had to get this done and over with so she can get back to work. After all, who was going to pleasure Lord Armor while she was incapacitated? A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of how he was going to punish her for causing another scene in front of everypony. Celestia be damned if he goes easy on her...

The doctor blinked. “Are you sure? There has to be some pony you have in mind, right?”

A single tear trailed down Lowly’s face as she shook her head. ’They can’t know, Lord Armor doesn’t want me to tell anypony…’

The doctor held Lowly’s hoof in comfort. “It’s okay, hon. Tell you what, why don’t I go outside and ask that guard if he can stick around after the procedure; would you be okay with that?”

Lowly hesitated for a moment, thought about it, then nodded. The doctor smiled through his surgical mask before signaling the rest of the team to get in position. One of the assistants holding an oxygen mask placed it over her mouth and told her to take a deep breath.

There was no telling what could happen in the days to follow, but Lowly didn't have much time to dwell on it as the gases being pumped through the oxygen mask took hold quickly, making her extremely sleepy. She gently eased her head back against the pillow and sighed.

’At least I can enjoy this little moment of peace in my miserable life, because when this is all over, it’s right back to the same grinding routine...’

BzzZZzz

...And the moment was shattered when she felt the familiar buzzing in her loins.

'Sweet Celestia, why?!' That was the last thought to enter Lowly’s mind before her eyes closed.

Then everything faded to black.