Not a Pedophile

"Hey Sweetie, I'm back with the groceries and...what's with the getup?" Anon stared in confusion at the small filly in a ludicrously ruffled Prench maid outfit.

"Oh, you know. Just trying something out." She smiled back innocently.

"Uh huh. And you just...had that pre-packed away in your bags did you?"

"Yep. You never know when you might need it."

"Need it for...oh! Is this part of that 'crusading for cutie marks' stuff you and your friends are into?"

"Uh, I, yeah. Yeah, this is crusader business. Trying to see if I can get a cutie mark in maid...ing? Maid-ening? Maid stuff." Sweetie quickly shook her head clear, getting her mental hooves back under her and setting a sly smirk on her face. "So, are there any...services I can provide you...master?"

"I dunno." Anon thoughtfully stroked his chin. "I mean, you're my guest and I'm the one who is supposed to be taking care of you for the week. It doesn't really feel right to put you to work."

"Come on, please? It's for our cutie marks! That means we Crusaders have to try a wide variety of positions. We need to get really experimental with it."

"Well..." Anon continued to scratch his chin in thought. "I suppose if it's for Crusader business..."

"Yes?" The grin returned to her face once again.

"Then I guess there are a few things I could use you for."

Her grin widened. "Oh, yes! Use me for whatever you want. For as long and hard as you want. I live to serve."

"Great! This way." Her grin vanished again when he lead her to a closet and began pulling out and showing her the various cleaning supplies. "It's been a while since I've been able to give the area behind the toilet a good scrubbing, and there's a bit of a soap scum problem in the bathtub I've been ignoring a bit too long. Then there's the window blinds that could use a good wipe down, and I've got a little backlog of laundry to work through as well."

As Sweetie Belle spent the next two hours dusting, scrubbing, and performing various household chores, she became intensely aware of how ill suited her costume was to actual cleaning, the over-exaggerated ruffles doing little more than getting in the way and soaking up dirt and grime. It was also not the right time of year to be wearing something that layered. With Celestia's summer sun blazing down without mercy, Sweetie soon found herself sweating profusely in the uncomfortable outfit. Finally deciding that this just wasn't worth it, even if she had managed to swipe a pair of Anon's used underwear from the laundry pile, she quickly wriggled out of the uniform and gave it a quick scrub before hanging it up with the rest of the clothes. Given the weather, she thought it prudent to skip over her next idea involving the black latex body suit.

After stopping by the kitchen to down a couple glasses of water, she made her way to the back yard where she found Anon lounging in a beach chair in the shade, wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks, and flipping through a comic book. Sweetie quickly closed her mouth and wiped away a bit of drool as he looked up over the page and gave her a wave.

"Hey, Sweets! How goes the maid crusading? Any new cutie marks?"

Sweetie replied with a long suffering groan. "No. I think that's a dead end."

"Just as well." Anon gave a sympathetic nod. "I didn't want to say anything at the time, but it's way too hot to be running around in that outfit."

"Believe me, I know."

Suddenly, another devious idea popped into her head. With cat-like agility, she jumped up into the chair beside him. "There's just this constant crushing, throbbing heat that makes it so hard to think."

"Yeah, someone should definitely tell Celestia to tone it down a notch, right?" Anon answered, not bothering to look up from his comic."

"Right." She slowly turned around, straddling her legs over his waist and stomach and spreading her stance slightly to give a clear view of her troubles. "I mean, even just sitting here in the shade, look how sweaty I am? I'm positively dripping." She gently waved her tail back and forth, gently fanning the scent of her arousal towards his head.

She glanced back over her shoulder and frowned when she saw the he still hadn't looked up from his comic. She swung her tail wide to briefly smack across his head and smiled when she saw him finally glance up. Before him, the tight pink lips of her entrance were flushed and swollen red with arousal and twitching with need. A heat radiating from between them with an intensity that put that of the sun beams to shame. Thin rivulets of sweat ran down the curves of her shapely rump and down her thighs as a small bead of something thicker and several times more fragrant slowly ran its way down the center, tracing every crease and line where the two folds met. Down to where a small button winked in and out in excited anticipation. There the droplet hung, threatening at any moment to break free and drop down onto his bare stomach, as her tail continued to sway back and forth like a metronome, rhythmically obscuring and revealing the entire scene while creating a warm and salty breeze to deliver the cornucopia of associated scents.

Sweetie Belle gently bit her lip as she looked backward. "Oh, gosh. I just can't think straight when I'm this hot and bothered. If only there was something that could be done to get me some...relief." She shot him another knowing glance.

"Yeah, that does seem pretty rough. But don't worry, I got you covered." He shot a grin back at her as he took a hand off the comic to reach for something.

Sweetie felt her whole body clench in excitement, nearly dislodging the perilously hanging droplet, before it was suddenly blown away by a powerful stream of cold water that knocked her off her hooves and sent her flying through the air and onto the grass. When she had shaken off the thermal shock enough to look up, she saw Anon holding the end of a hose in one hand and giving her a thumbs up.

Then, apparently struck by an idea, he disappeared around a corner and into a nearby shed where he came out with a long plastic sheet. She had no clue what one was supposed to do with a plastic sheet of those dimensions, much less outside. She continued to stare in confusion as he laid it down flat on the lawn, being sure to check for rocks, and proceeded to wet it down thoroughly with the hose.

"What are you—EEP!"

To her surprise, he quickly strode over, picked her up under his arm, spun around, and flung her like a discus at the end of the wet plastic runway, sending her rapidly careening across the yard.

"AAAAAAHHHH!" Her initial scream of terror morphed halfway into a scream of delight as she gently coasted to a stop at the end of the sheet. Despite her heart still thundering in her ears that wasn't really all that bad. She was just considering having another go at it when she looked up to see a missile of human flesh barreling straight at her.

"AAAAAAAHHH!!!"