Of Maids and Mistresses

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“Explain again how this is supposed to help Trixie,” the blue unicorn said at noon the very next day, as they were on their way to Carousel Boutique just after Twilight finished checking her saddlebags outside of the library.

Twilight rolled her eyes. She’d explained it so many times already, so by now she was quite sure Trixie was just trying to find one little word or the other to nitpick about. “Your arrogance comes from your stage persona, right? So if you play a different role for a while--one that’s about humbleness and serving others--it may balance out.”

“But being your maid...” Trixie whined, causing Twilight to stop and face her.

“Look, Trixie... We both know you’re suffering under this,” she said with a smile, “and to be honest, so am I. I love you, and I can feel that love growing a little bit every day... but I love my friends as well, in a different way, and it tears me apart to see you end up in fights with them all the time.” She pressed a forehoof against her own chest. “So if you can’t do it for yourself, do it for me?”

Trixie bit down on her bottom lip as she turned her head away, only to then turn back and look Twilight straight in the eyes. “Alright, Twilight... Trixie will do it, for us.”

Twilight hugged her marefriend, pressing a soft kiss upon her cheek. “I’m sure it won’t be as bad as you think. After all, you’ll be my maid, right? Spike seems to have survived my supervision, so I’m sure you will do fine, too.”

“Don’t compare Trixie to a baby dragon...” Trixie said grumpily, as they continued on their way.

Twilight had hoped the buzz about Trixie being in town would have died out already, but it seemed she had been sorely mistaken. If anything, everypony seemed to have gotten even more interested in the two of them over the last few days. A myriad of whispers and stealthy glances followed them as they went, and Twilight felt that more of these were aimed at her than before. She shrugged; after the rumours she had started the day before, she really shouldn’t be surprised.

In stark contrast, there seemed to be a little bit more spring to Trixie’s step. Was she secretly relieved that they were at least trying something to cure her of her unusual condition? Or maybe she had also noticed some of the attention had shifted towards Twilight, and was relishing in the fact that they were, more or less, in the same position?

They arrived at Carousel Boutique and unceremoniously stepped inside, where they found Rarity sleeping on the floor in front of an empty stage. Trixie began looking around fearfully, trying to spot the outfit she’d be wearing for the foreseeable future, but it was nowhere within sight.

“Rarity?” Twilight asked as she gently shook the sleeping mare. “Wake up.”

Rarity stirred and slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the light. “Nooo mommy, I don’t want to wake up yet...”

“Uh no,” Twilight said in confusion, “it’s Twilight and Trixie. You know, for the maid outfit?”

Rarity’s eyes finally focused in on the mare’s face, and she smiled sleepily. “Oh, Twilight, yes... the outfits are in the... are in the dressing... area...” She stifled a yawn.

Trixie came closer as well, and Twilight raised an eyebrow. “Outfits? More than one?”

“Yes, yes,” Rarity said, waving her hoof around randomly as her eyes started closing again. “I had... fabric and time to spare, so... I made an... an extra set... so you... so you can... laundry...”

Rarity drifted back to sleep, and the other two unicorns exchanged a look.

“Should we move her?” Trixie asked uncertainly.

Twilight shook her head, and her horn lit up as she grabbed two stray sheets of fabric lying at the side of the room, draping one over Rarity as a blanket, while folding the other one under her head as a sort of improvised pillow. “I’d rather not wake her up, and I think she’ll be fine like this. Now, come on, the dressing area is over here,” Twilight said as she led the way. It felt a little strange leaving Rarity asleep, knowing how she had looked forward to seeing Trixie in the outfit, but there was nothing that could be done about that.

Trixie followed in her hoofsteps, nervous and excited at the same time. Because of how vain she was, she couldn’t help but like the fact that somepony had custom made not one, but two outfits for her... even if the outfits in question were a bit embarrassing.

They entered the dressing area, and Twilight’s mouth fell open in amazement, while Trixie’s cheeks flushed a bright red. Two identical black and white maid outfits--complete with cap--had been mounted onto mannequins, and Twilight could immediately tell Rarity had made them to specifications. They looked exceptionally sensual--even while mounted onto the mannequins--concealing just enough to entice the mind, while accentuating everything they did reveal.

“T-t-trixie c-can’t w-w-wear those,” the blue unicorn said as she backed away slowly, having gotten cold hooves.

Twilight turned around, a mischievous smile on her face as her horn lit up. “A bit too late for that, my love.”

“W-what are you... ?”

Twilight levitated Trixie into the air, holding her there as she lifted one of the costumes off of the mannequin. The blue unicorn tried to resist, but she wasn’t strong enough to fight off Twilight, not by a long shot. Trixie was intelligent, skilled and most ingenious, but she lacked Twi’s raw power, as well as the formal training she had enjoyed. Twilight didn’t doubt that, with a little coaching, Trixie could easily rise above her status as a simple trickster, but as things were she was simply no match.

“P-put Trixie down!” the blue unicorn demanded as she struggled against the spell fruitlessly.

“In a minute,” Twilight reassured her. She started dressing up her marefriend, ignoring her protests. For most unicorns, the task would have required too much precision, but Twilight--much like Rarity--was most capable in this field as well.

She finally put Trixie down, and the blue unicorn immediately started looking herself over, trying to see how the outfit looked on her, her entire face red with embarrassment. Twilight whistled softly, as her heart started pumping a little faster.

“H-how do I look?” Trixie said, looking down at the ground.

“Gorgeous...” Twilight replied as she pointed at one of the standing mirrors on the side of the room.

Trixie walked over right away, and she gasped as she laid eyes upon her reflection. She was still embarrassed, but she had to admit the maid’s outfit looked good on her. On top of that, it made her feel vulnerable, delicate and strangely humbled--the exact opposite of what her stage outfit usually made her feel. She let out a little yelp as she felt a hoof on her shoulder, having been so engulfed in observing herself that she hadn’t even noticed Twilight sneaking up on her in the mirror.

“Oh! P-please don’t do that, Twilight, you startled Trixie,” she said with a little sigh.

The purple unicorn frowned. “Twilight? No, no, no... I’m afraid that won’t do.” She shook her head. “From now on, you’re the maid, I’m the mistress, so you shall address me as such. Alright?”

“A-alright... mistress, Trixie is... eager to serve,” Trixie said uncertainly. For some reason, she felt those were the right words to say, and she didn’t have as much trouble saying them as she had thought she would.

Twilight smiled wolfishly, having already realised Trixie was a lot more susceptible to the suggestion that went out from the costume than they had assumed. Just a little encouragement, and she’d slip right into her role...

She pushed her body up against Trixie’s, causing them both to rise to their hind legs as the showmare-turned-maid was pinned against the wall. Trixie let out a yelp, and Twilight licked her lips.

“I think I’ve waited long enough for this...”

The blue unicorn nervously glanced at the curtains hiding the main room. “Twilight... should we... i-in here? Trixie doesn’t think that-”

“Mistress Twilight,” the purple unicorn corrected her. “And Rarity is fast asleep, it’ll be fine... I don’t pay you to think, anyway...” She leaned in and softly bit Trixie’s ear, causing the mare to let out a stifled moan.

“Ah... p-pay?”

“Well, of course,” Twilight breathed into her ear hotly, “as my maid you get food and lodgings, don’t you?”

Trixie couldn’t dispute that, and when Twilight finally pressed her lips upon hers she gave in to the kiss. In truth, she’d been longing for it as well, and as her tongue rolled against the other mare’s, all her objections about the location melted like snow before the sun. They made love right there, but unlike their previous, balanced lovemaking, Twilight heavily took the lead.

In the throes of passion, Trixie found it a lot easier to forget about her objections, to lose herself in the role of the submissive maid, and Twilight inched her slowly in that direction. She told Trixie not to call her Twilight, but mistress, and after an initial period of hesitation, Trixie complied, her mind on different matters. Eventually their lovemaking came to a noisy end, and Twilight cuddled up to her maid.

They stayed like that for a few moments, just two panting, shivering mares, basking in the afterglow. Twilight nuzzled her cheek against Trixie’s, seeking out the other mare’s lips and kissing her gently. The kiss was completely devoid of any lust or passion, instead being completely dedicated to love and love alone. Trixie returned it weakly, not fully recovered from their little escapade.

“I love you, mistress,” she whispered breathlessly as she buried her face against Twilight’s neck.

The purple unicorn stroked her lover’s mane softly. “Hmmm, as idyllic as this is, I’m afraid we’ll need to head back; Rarity won’t stay asleep forever. Can you walk?”

She softly let the other mare down. Trixie’s legs trembled underneath her for a moment, but she nodded. “Trixie thinks she’ll be alright, mistress.”

Twilight smiled at her affectionately. “Good, let’s go, then. Quietly.”

Trixie quickly straightened her clothes before she followed Twilight, hoping that’d make her look decent enough for the streets. The two of them tiptoed through the main room and past the stage, where Rarity still seemed to be fast asleep. They made their way over to the door and slipped out onto the streets, without making a sound.

Rarity slowly opened an eye as she heard the door fall shut, throwing aside the piece of cloth she’d been using as a blanket and standing up as soon as she verified the coast was clear. That Twilight... she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be upset at the mare for bucking her marefriend in her store, or if she should just be thankful for the show. Well, she was thankful they’d stalled long enough for her to dive underneath the covers again, at least...

But that roleplaying those two got up to... It really was always the nerdy ones.