She was going to be a real maid!

Logical Leap could barely contain her excitement. She bounced from one side of the carriage to the other, sticking nearly half her body out the windows on either side of her seat to ogle the passing countryside. She waved and called out at just about every farmpony she saw—of which there were many, and had been ever since leaving Equestrian borders—and when one of them finally looked up and gave her a little wave back, it made her heart soar.

“Did you see that?” Leap fell back into her seat, hooves bouncing in place as she beamed at the thin-lipped mare sitting opposite her. “That one waved at me! They like me!”

The other mare said nothing to this. She was wearing a plain, formal suit that was only slightly more serious than her expression, and kept her eyes fixed squarely on the book cradled in her hooves.

Leap didn’t let the stony response get to her anymore than she had the last dozen times. She grinned as her horn glowed a soft azure, levitating a small slip of paper out of the saddlebag discarded beside her and reading it over for the hundredth time.

She was going to be a real maid!

She’d been a little nervous at first when the headmare at the University had called her in for a meeting, especially after the disaster of a chemistry lab she’d taken part in the week before, but it turned out there was nothing to worry about! Logical Leap had been selected to take part in a special exchange program set up between the Equestrian Education Association and Griffonstone, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to immerse herself in an exotic griffon culture. Better yet, the particular kingdom which she’d been invited to had been kind enough to give her a position as a maid to the prince himself! Well, to a prince, she reminded herself—but a prince was a prince!

She clutched the letter close to her chest as she leaned back into the not-quite-cushioned seat, imagining herself playing the part of the heroine in some of her favorite literature. She’d get a maid outfit just like in all the pictures, and make best friends with all her fellow maids—except for her rival, whom she’d have to defeat in a dramatic face-off—until she was finally recognized by the prince as the greatest, most beautiful maid he’d ever had. It was perfect, and she couldn’t wait to finally arrive!

Leap blinked as the carriage suddenly rocked to a stop, the wheels going silent for the first time in hours. Oh my gosh. Are we here? Is it time? She looked out the window again, green eyes wide behind her big, circular glasses, and suddenly found her excitement tinted with an edge of heart-pounding anxiety.

The prince’s manor was huge! It was almost the size of her entire dorm all on its own, with a stern facade of brightly painted stone casting the carriage in its shadow and two statue-adorned wings curving inwards on either side like welcoming hooves. She gulped, hooves reflexively tugging at the sleeves of her sweater. The prince probably had dozens of maids at his call to clean a building that size, and she’d have to compete with all of them!

Leap jumped at the sudden clearing of a throat beside her. She turned to see her chaperone regarding her with narrowed eyes.

“We’ve arrived, Ms. Leap,” the mare said cooly, nodding towards the door.

“O-oh, right!” Leap let out a nervous laugh. She reached a hoof towards the door. “So, uh, just like that? No paper signing, maybe an orientation, anything?”

The mare rolled her eyes. “The University will send a representative to retrieve you at the end of the semester, Ms. Leap.”

“Oh, good.” Leap let out a relieved sigh before opening the door, grabbing her saddlebags, and dropping down to the cobbles with a quiet grunt. She turned back to the carriage, smiling up at her chaperone, and opened her mouth to offer a farewell.

Leap flinched as the door slammed shut. The wagon kicked up a thick cloud of dust as it sped into motion, and by the time she finished coughing and waving it away, it was already out of sight.

“Uh.” Leap raised her voice, waving at the empty road. “See you in a couple months!”

The road, of course, didn’t answer.

She turned around with a sigh, taking a few seconds to look up at the manor and steel herself. So what if—at this point Leap realized that her chaperone had never actually given her name—her new friend wasn’t especially warm? Leap was sure that the mare would be more than interested in hearing all the stories of her time abroad once the exchange program came to its conclusion.

Pausing to magically straighten out her skirt and tug at her sweater sleeves one more time, Leap started up the path. It was a short walk to the big double doors, the wood engraved with twin images of eagles with their beaks spread wide, and when she got there she found herself wishing it had been a little longer.

She lifted her hoof to knock, but couldn’t bring herself to follow through. What would some important griffon prince want to do with a plain Equestrian college student like herself?

She was just about to put her hoof down and go running back after the carriage when the click of the door caught her ear. She froze, caught between thoughts as the door swung open to reveal a pony in a prim, button-down shirt.

“Good evening,” the mare said, fixing Leap with a pair of cool green eyes. “Are you the new maid?”

The question, spoken so casually but in a voice smooth as silk, set Leap’s heart aflutter. The mare who’d answered the door carried herself with a casual confidence, her blonde mane worn in an elegant bob and her coat a smooth brown like milk chocolate. She wore a pristine black uniform—cap and collar with eagle symbol, long sleeves, and golden buttons running down her chest—and Leap suddenly found herself incapable of speech.

“Hello?” the mare cocked her head. “Ms. Leap, right?”

Leap gasped. She’d been staring! “Um, uh, that’s not necessary!”

The mare blinked.

“I mean, you d-don’t have to call me Ms. Leap.”

The mare arched a brow. “What would you like me to call you, then?”

“Oh, uh—” Leap blushed, looking away with a breathy laugh “—whatever you want.”

Leap smiled in a way she hoped didn’t come off as desperate. The mare regarded her in silence.

After an agonizing eternity, the mare nodded and turned around. “Follow me, Ms. Leap.”

Ms. Leap. Leap’s heart soared at the sound of the honorific. She was just about to start following when she realized something new—in turning around, the striking other mare had revealed that her uniform stopped at the flanks, and she had her short tail tied up in a way that left everything between her legs completely bare.

Leap’s mouth went dry, and even though she was wearing a long skirt and a pair of panties she found her tail self-consciously clamping down against herself. How can she stand to walk around like that?

The mare paused, glancing back. “Are you coming, Ms. Leap?”

“Y-y-yes! I’m coming!” Leap bit her tongue as she realized the potential double meaning, and for a moment opened her mouth to correct herself, but was wise enough to realize that doing as much would only reveal her own dirty thoughts. She shook her head, bounding forwards to walk at the beautiful mare’s side. “Um, what’s your name?”

“Mirror Image. I’m the head house-maid here.” Mirror gave Leap a small, sideways smile. “You’ll be reporting to me during your stay.”

“Oh. Great! That’s amazing!” Leap beamed back at Mirror as she followed her down a hall of polished wood decorated with landscape paintings. “I’m Logical Leap!”

Mirror arched a brow, but said nothing as she turned her eyes forward once more.

Inwardly, Leap cursed. Oh, calm down, Leap! Don’t embarrass yourself in front of the pretty mare. Just stop talking and do as she says.

Mirror led her through the manor at a brisk pace, dipping her head to the other ponies they passed along the way. They all wore similar outfits to hers, though Leap noticed that the stallions had longer shirts that covered their flanks instead of the short, near-useless skirts of the mares, and proper bowties instead of collars. Curiously, she didn’t see any griffons. For a moment she debated asking Mirror about the strange absence, but quickly decided that she’d misspoke enough for the day already. She’d save her questions for later.

The manor felt even bigger from the inside, and after several minutes of navigating stairways and halls, Mirror stopped next to a nondescript wooden door on the third floor.

“Here’s your room,” she said, levitating a key out of her uniform and unlocking the door. It swung open with a loud creak. “You’re on night shift, which is twelve hours starting at midnight, so I recommend you stick to a regular sleeping schedule. Go on and put your things down.”

Leap nodded eagerly as she stepped into the room, her smile faltering only slightly as she took in the spartan furnishings. A small bed with a thin mattress, a pillow missing half its stuffing, and a wardrobe made of thin, cheap wood. A single window in the far wall offered just enough sunlight to highlight the dust swirling through the air.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes with your uniform, and some cleaning supplies,” Mirror said from out in the hall. “Your first job will be to clean your quarters, and then I’ll show you around the manor.”

The door creaked again as it swung shut behind Leap, and she jumped at the bang of its closing. Her smile grew strained as she turned a slow circle, making sure she hadn’t missed any more subtle niceties in the room, and finally floated her saddlebags onto the floor next to the bed.

There’s nothing to be disappointed about, she assured herself. It’s just a room! There’s plenty more to maid life than where you sleep. It’ll be fun!

She closed her eyes and took a deep, calming breath—and then immediately began coughing as her body fought to expel all the dust she’d just sucked in.

The first disappointment had been realizing that she wouldn’t get to wear a proper maid outfit.

Maybe it had been a little silly of her to imagine herself prancing about in a frilly skirt and lacy blouse, dusting microscopic specks off priceless art pieces and admiring herself in the mirror. After all, all the other servants in the manor had been wearing the same, almost militant uniforms. When she’d received her own uniform, she’d felt a little silly for not having already realized it would be the same one everypony else was wearing.

After the quick tour she’d been given on her first day, Leap’s second disappointment was realizing that being a maid involved a lot less exciting drama than she’d imagined, and a lot more scrubbing, dusting, sweeping, and sponging.

It had been a week since her arrival, and she still took the time to inspect herself in the long mirror in the maid’s common room every day. It was still a little tight, even after all the snacks she’d skipped since her arrival, and she didn’t like how the short skirt attached to the bottom of the shirt left her entire rear exposed. She wasn’t sure about the little strap that ran from the undershirt to the socks on her hind legs either; on the one hoof, it was reassuring to be able to feel some clothing over her thighs. On the other, she was fairly certain that the strap was only there to accentuate the curve of her plot. At least she was allowed to wear her tail long.

Leap had voiced her concerns over the revealing outfit when she’d first received it. “It’s demeaning,” she’d told Mirror, blushing fiercely just at the thought of wearing it. “Our bodies are more than just pretty toys for stallions to gawk at, and we shouldn’t be forced to dress like this.”

“You volunteered for this position,” Mirror had reminded her. “And yes, it’s demeaning, but that’s how Master Gerrick likes us: pretty toys to look at when he’s about the house. That’s part of why you were chosen, you know. Now give me those panties.”

Leap hadn’t been sure how to respond to that. Maybe Mirror just didn’t know any better? She was sure she’d be thankful once she saw what it was like in Equestria, but for now, Leap would play along. She’d remained quiet for most of the day after.

At night, however…

Leap would never admit it, but when she was alone, in the hours before midnight, lying in bed and listening to the distant sounds of the manor and waiting for her shift to start, she found herself actually getting excited at the idea that some handsome foreign prince had chosen her. He thought she was pretty! Leap never felt very pretty; she was too thick around the middle, and her big goofy glasses were always getting in the way, and she didn’t know how to wear her mane in any complex styles like other mares did.

But Master Gerrick had chosen her to be one of his maids, and she had quickly learned that all of Master Gerrick’s maids were beautiful, especially Mirror Image. It was a shame that Mirror was forced to wear such a revealing outfit; did he force her to wear her tail short and high like that, too? Maybe if Leap was smart enough, she could convince Master Gerrick to send Mirror back to Equestria with her, and Leap could take her shopping on the Canterlot strip and buy her all sorts of cute clothes. Mirror would be so grateful, and they’d have a lovely wedding in the Canterlot Plaza, with ponies from all over the city coming to congratulate them.

It shouldn’t be that hard, right? He’d chosen her, after all. At night she would bite her lip and imagine him sitting in some big, plush chair next to a fireplace, looking through photos of gorgeous mares from all across Equestria, and finally settling on her. “This one,” he would say in a deep, powerful voice, tapping his talon on that one picture Leap really liked—the one with her magenta sweater, on her first day at the University. “This is the most beautiful mare, and I must have her.”

On most nights that was when Leap would squeeze her eyes shut, muffling herself into her pillow with one hoof tucked between her legs. She would imagine a soft knock at her door, and then—Mirror Image would slip inside, a confident smile on her lips and a mischievous twinkle in her eye, and the two would have a breathless, heart-pounding night together under her thin little blanket, whispering promises of devotion into each other’s ears.

When she finally came down from her high and pulled her marecum-slicked hoof out from her panties, Leap’s mind would wander to the mystery of Master Gerrick himself. She’d still yet to even see the griffon she was supposed to be working for, let alone spoken to him, and she came up with all kinds of different ideas of what he might be like. There was so much work to do around the manor, most of it in out-of-the-way servant’s quarters or kitchens or closets, but even when Leap was able to find some time off-shift to loiter in the foyer or the dining room or any one of the studies, the griffon was nowhere to be seen. She’d seen some of the other mares bring him food—though she was beginning to suspect that “bringing Master Gerrick dinner” was some kind of euphemism, as half the time the mares entering his room didn’t even have any food with them.

Leap had asked about being the one to bring him his breakfast a few times, but Mirror always turned her down. “You’re not ready yet,” the older mare would say. “You still need to work on your posture,” or, “You haven’t brushed all the knots out of your mane,” or once, “Did your mother never teach you how to sweep a floor?”

Leap would always nod, blush, and do her best to improve. She wanted to be like Mirror. She wanted to be elegant and confident, and always awake and alert no matter the hour. Leap had never seen the head house-maid tired before, even though Mirror never seemed to sleep. She was always busy around the manor, and sometimes Leap would leave Mirror working on one side of the manor only to find her doing some completely different job on the other a few minutes later.

But finally, after a week of trying, Leap got her chance.

She was waiting in the garden just after the end of her shift, sitting on a stone bench with one of the books she had brought with her from Equestria, The Cursed Skunk of Killarney. It was a favorite of hers, well broken-in with little doodles along the margins, and she’d even tucked away a few sheets of rather breathless fanfiction in the back—her own work—but she wasn’t really focused on it. She’d heard that Master Gerrick would be going out on a trip today, and she was determined to catch a glimpse of him.

So when she noticed one of the other maids struggling to load some luggage into the back of the carriage waiting on the driveway, she’d leapt at the opportunity to replace her.

The luggage was heavy, but not overwhelmingly so for a talented unicorn such as herself. The noon sun had coaxed a small sheen of sweat from her brow as she worked, but she took it in stride. She kept her back to the manor, striking poses she hoped would be alluring while her magic hefted suitcases into the carriage. She was already getting a little flustered just thinking of her handsome griffon master stepping out from within, his breath taken away as he saw her, his chosen maid, her flank completely exposed but for the dangling hairs of her tail. Perhaps he would pause in the doorway, gather himself, and then finally come down to greet her with—

“Mirror, who is this?”

Logical Leap jumped so hard her magic sputtered out, and the suitcase she’d been levitating clattered to the ground with a sharp crack.

She was already blushing as she turned. Master Gerrick towered head and shoulders above her, his plumage shimmering like gold under the sunlight and his fur shining like polished steel. His hard grey eyes, framed in sharply angled silver feathers, looked down on her with a distant curiosity, while the slight upwards curve of his long, hooked beak teased at deeper, mischievous thoughts hidden within.

Leap could barely think. This was her master, the powerful griffon prince from abroad that had chosen her for her beauty, finally before her!

And there was Mirror Image, frowning at her from his shoulder. “This is Logical Leap, sir. She’s the new maid.”

“New maid?” Master Gerrick echoed. His eyes narrowed as he glanced down to Mirror, who seemed to shrink away ever so slightly. “To my memory, she was not present at last month’s shipment, nor the one before that. How have I not seen her until now?”

Leap blinked. He… doesn’t recognize me?

“She’s a surprise, sir.” Mirror turned to fully face the griffon before bowing her head low. “I volunteered us for the Equestrian Exchange Program. I was going to train her more before presenting her to you, sir. For your birthday.”

“An Equestrian? Why would I want an Equestrian, Mirror?” Gerrick’s brow hardened as he shot a disdainful glance towards Leap. “Is there anything special about her, at least?”

“Y-yes!” Leap blurted. Her heart stopped as she realized she had spoken out of turn, and now he was looking right at her, his eyes piercing into hers with a casual confidence that all at once made her ears droop and her hooves shiver. “I’m very special, sir! The University chose me specifically to be your maid, and—and I’m the m-most beautiful mare!”

Oh, you idiot! What was she doing? She wasn’t the most beautiful mare anywhere, not by a long shot. And even if she was, she didn’t want her prince knowing her only for her body! Oh, Celestia, it’s all falling apart!

“Mhm.” Gerrick turned back to Mirror, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. “Mirror, open your mouth.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

That caught Leap’s attention. Was that a stutter, coming from Mirror Image, the calm, confident head house-maid that always knew what to do and always carried herself with poise?

Mirror was visibly shaking as Gerrick sat down on the cobbles, his tail flicking about sharply behind him, and slowly reached a talon out to wrap around the back of her head. Mirror didn’t put up any fight as he pulled her head down between his legs, and Gerrick only let out a quiet grunt as the mare began to lick at his balls.

Leap’s mind blanked. Her tail clamped down hard over her rear as she looked around the garden. There were still other maids present, tending to the plants or sweeping out the porch, and yet they kept their eyes pointedly away from the illicit act occurring in the midst of them all. What was Leap supposed to do? This was supposed to be a private thing, and they were doing it right in front of her!

Despite herself, Leap couldn’t resist the urge to watch, and she stiffened as she realized that Gerrick was staring right into her, sizing her up like a cat might watch a mouse. And all the while Mirror continued to service him, her pink tongue slipping out to caress the fuzzy grey orbs hanging between his legs.

It wasn’t long before Gerrick’s shaft began to emerge. Leap whimpered, hiding her furious blush behind her forelegs and squeezing her eyes shut. What was happening? Why was her future wife tending to her prince right in front of her as casually as they might exchange greetings? She bit her lip, ears twitching at the sound of wet gagging coming from in front of her, her hind legs twitching as she felt her own heat beginning to rise between them.

Taking a deep breath, Leap cracked an eye open and peeked between her hooves. Mirror had now taken Gerrick’s shaft into her mouth and begun bobbing her head in a smooth, rhythmic motion, letting out quiet gags as she pushed herself deeper every time. And still Gerrick kept his eyes fixed on Leap, giving no outwards sign that he had even noticed the act, let alone that he was enjoying it.

“What’s your name, maid?”

Leap squeaked. He was talking to her! What did she do? She closed her eyes again.

“Maid!”

Leap jumped. “Y-y-yes?”

“You will address me as sir,” Gerrick ordered. “Tell me your name.”

“L-Logical Leap, s-s-sir.” Leap’s whole body was shivering now. What if she was next? What would she do if he grabbed her head just like he’d done with Mirror and pulled her calmly, slowly down? If he made her wrap her lips around the hot, hard length between his legs and taste him?

She was beginning to have a little trouble breathing.

“Why are you here, Logical Leap?” The question was accented by a particularly hard retch from Mirror, and the sound of hooves scrabbling in the stone.

“Because I w-w-wanted to b-be your maid.” Leap squirmed, rubbing her thighs together. When they parted, a sticky rope of arousal drooped between them.

“My maid? Really?” Gerrick let out a thoughtful hum. “You’ve heard of me in Equestria?”

Leap whimpered again. What did she say now? She didn’t know what he wanted! She wanted nothing more than to flee, racing up the stairs to her humble little room and slamming the door shut so she could throw herself into bed and jam a hoof between her legs. Breathing rapidly, she opened her eyes and risked another peek.

Mirror was lying almost prone on the driveway, her eyes bulging and tears streaming down her cheeks as Gerrick’s talon held her effortlessly in place against his groin. He had begun to thrust into her with short, almost distracted motions, ignoring her obvious distress as her hooves dug shallow furrows around the cobbles. Despite this, Mirror’s tail was hiked even higher than it normally was, treating Leap to an unobstructed view of her winking marehood and the small puddle of arousal forming underneath it.

And Gerrick had yet to look away.

Leap grimaced, shaking her head. “I, um, I need to go! Sorry, sorry!”

Mustering all her willpower, Leap finally managed to stand up, making as if to gallop around Gerrick and back into the manor—only for Gerrick to reach out with his other talon, bringing the sharp tips to rest gently against Leap’s chest.

“Stay,” he commanded, and instantly Leap’s rear fell back to the ground. “You don’t leave until I tell you, understood?”

“Y-yes, sir! I’m sorry, sir! P-please d-d-don’t do anything, um, unseemly to me!”

Gerrick arched a brow at that, but didn’t comment on it. Instead he slid his hand up behind Leap’s head, sending a powerful shiver down her spine as he wrapped his talons firmly in her mane.

Oh, here it comes! Leap clenched her jaw, heart pounding in her chest. Now he’s going to molest me!

She wasn’t sure if she was disappointed when, instead of pushing her down to join Mirror, he merely angled her eyes down to watch.

“Don’t look away.”

He let go of her, but disobeying was the last thing on Leap’s mind. Mirror’s face had gone almost completely blue and her frantic struggles were beginning to weaken. The only resistance left was the abrupt jerking of her body, each limb twitching with its own macabre rhythm as the final desperate messages from her oxygen-deprived brain arrived. Her bloodshot eyes had rolled up into her skull, leaving only the ghostly whites behind. For a brief moment Leap’s mind—trapped between terror and denial—fantasized that the mare was some kind of life-like toy, a pony-sized doll with just enough magic inside it to spasm and retch when its owner buried his cock down its throat.

But of course that wasn’t the case. Leap had spoken with Mirror dozens of times over the past week, stolen hungry glances after her when she thought the other mare wasn’t looking, and even fantasized about the amazing life they would have together once Leap took her back to Equestria. No matter how difficult it might be for her to accept, she couldn’t deny the truth.

As a last, terrified stream of urine splattered from Mirror’s lower lips and her body fell completely still, Leap could only watch through eyes blurred with tears. Mirror Image was dead.

If Gerrick even noticed, he didn’t show it. He grunted, pulling on Mirror’s limp form so hard that his talons drew blood, and Mirror’s throat swelled as he pumped fresh cum down her muzzle. A thin trail of white dripped out past the corner of her lips.

The last thing Leap heard was the quiet squelching of Gerrick’s cock pulling out of Mirror’s lifeless throat, and then Leap’s body fell out from under her, and she surrendered to the calming oblivion of unconsciousness.

Author's Note

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