When Leap woke up again, she found herself in an unfamiliar room.

It wasn’t her bedroom. No, this room was wide, with a high ceiling painted to look like the sky on a clear day and lavish furnishings everywhere she looked. A fire crackled in a hearth, working with the tall windows around the room to light the large space. Bookshelves stocked with beautifully bound texts, statues depicting mares in evocative poses, and thick rugs embroidered with elaborate patterns decorated the room, and with a start Leap realized that she was laying on a huge, four-post bed, her head propped up on a pillow nearly as large as she was.

Leap took it all in with wide eyes, mouth agape in wonder, and then her gaze fell on the griffon watching her in silence from behind a mahogany desk, his talons clasped together under his beak.

Leap blinked, her sluggish mind finally catching up, and she pushed herself back into the pillow with a strangled scream of, “Please don’t hurt me!”

Master Gerrick cocked his head. “You fainted, maid. Are you well?”

“I’m fine!” Leap blurted. “I won’t tell anypony what I saw, I swear! Just leave me alone!” Sweet Celestia, he killed her! And I watched it happen and I didn’t even do anything to help! Fresh tears formed in Leap’s eyes as she grabbed the pillow behind her and rolled underneath it, shivering like a leaf. What did she do now? Could she even go back to Equestria now? If anypony ever found out what had happened, what she’d done—or more accurately, not done—she’d be doomed! And that was assuming she could even get out of the manor alive.

“Ms. Leap, please calm down. Master Gerrick wants to talk to you.”

Leap froze. Could it be?

Slowly she looked up, shaking her head in shock when she saw Mirror Image standing at the bedside with a small smile.

“M-Mirror?” Leap shot a nervous glance towards Gerrick. “But… I saw him—he—on his—”

“Shh.” Mirror reached out, gently hushing Leap with a brown-coated hoof. “She deserved it. She shouldn’t have upset Master Gerrick like that. I’m the new head house-maid now.”

Leap struggled to parse the strange words, a task made more difficult by the alluring scent of citrus on Mirror’s hoof. Her fur was so soft! After a couple distracted seconds, Leap managed to pull the hoof away. “I—I don’t understand. You’re Mirror Image… right? You look just like her. I… I watched her die.”

“She did die.” Gerrick spoke clearly, the masculine bass of his voice drawing the attention of both mares. “Mirror Image is my head house-maid, and has been since I first took her years ago. She knows me very well, and does a very good job.” He narrowed his eyes. “But sometimes she makes mistakes, and mistakes must be punished.”

Gerrick stood, fluffing his wings before walking up to Mirror’s side and wrapping one feathered limb around her shoulders. Mirror stiffened at first, but then leaned into him with a soft blush as he continued speaking. “The Mirror Image you saw is dead. She was one of several copies, who all work together to ensure my house runs efficiently.”

Leap frowned. “Copies?”

Gerrick nodded, glancing down towards Mirror. “Show her.”

Mirror’s horn glowed a soft green as she squeezed her eyes shut. The glow became brighter, and brighter still, until it was so harsh that Leap had no choice but to look away as the hum of magic filled the room. Finally the room dimmed, and when Leap looked back, still blinking the afterimage of Mirror and Gerrick from her vision, she was surprised to see two Mirror Images, standing across from each other like—well, like a mirror image.

Although one of them, Leap noticed with a slight tinge of heat on her cheeks, wasn’t wearing any clothes.

The clothed Mirror offered Leap a reassuring smile. “I’m the real Mirror Image. My special talent is making copies of myself, like the one that you watched Master Gerrick punish. I’m sorry if it frightened you, but there’s really nothing to worry about.”

“But…” Leap groaned, rubbing a hoof at her forehead. “But she looked so scared. And she acted so real!”

“She acted, yes.” Gerrick nodded, moving to stand next to the new, naked Mirror. “The copies are very realistic, but they’re still just copies. They aren’t real people.” As if to prove his point, he lifted a talon to the naked Mirror’s neck and—as casually as most ponies might pick up a newspaper from their driveway—slit her throat.

The naked Mirror’s eyes shot wide open, and her forelegs flew up to the fresh wound as she toppled onto her side. Leap watched, entranced, as the dying mare spasmed, trying in vain to hold the precious blood inside, but her fate was already sealed. Within seconds she began to still, her body going limp even as yet more blood spurted out onto the carpet.

Strangely, Leap didn’t feel the same mind-numbing panic as she had the last time she’d watched Mirror die. Maybe it was because she was still in shock from the fresh memory of the last time, or maybe it was because of the calm explanation she’d received to prepare her for it, or maybe it was just because of the way that everyone else seemed to watch the death with such nonchalance.

Maybe it was just easier to believe that Leap hadn’t stood by and done nothing while her crush had died in front of her. It was just a copy, Leap told herself with a relieved smile. There’s nothing wrong with you. The real Mirror’s fine!

“Mirror,” Gerrick said, nodding towards the fresh corpse. “Clean that up.”

“Yes, sir.”

Mirror moved without hesitation, levitating the twitching body off the carpet and pulling a bloodstained bucket out of some previously unnoticed corner to catch the excess blood. She trotted towards a door on the other side of the bed at a brisk pace, disappearing through it with body in tow.

Leap stared after her with wide eyes, her fear already forgotten in the wake of a fresh surge of curiosity. “That’s… that’s incredible!”

“Oh?”

“Yes!” Leap looked to Gerrick with a wide grin, clapping her forehooves together. “The ability to make constructs with such life-like behavior, I mean—wow, I thought it was a real pony!” Leap laughed, maybe a little too hard.

Gerrick smirked, looking her over. “An understandable mistake. You aren’t the first one to make it.”

Leap blushed, looking away. He had seemed so cold and callous before, but now she saw that he had a softer side, too. How many of the other maids knew about it, she wondered? Maybe she was special after all, chosen to be privy to this secret, more sensitive side of the master of the house. She risked a glance back towards Gerrick, only to squeak and look away again when she saw him watching her intently.

She wasn’t sure what to say next, and so the room lapsed into silence broken only by the crackle of the fire in the hearth. Leap’s mind wandered back to the surreal memories of watching Mirror’s copies die, of the way they had twitched and struggled. They felt so real, even if she knew better now. But just how real were they really, she wondered?

“Can I… ask some questions, sir?”

“You may.”

Leap gulped, mustering the strength to meet his intense gaze once more. “The copies. How similar are they to a real pony?”

“In body? In every way.” Gerrick turned towards a window, and Leap bit her lip at the way the sunlight highlighted his golden feathers. “They need to eat, drink, and sleep like any real pony, and relieve themselves as well. But it’s the mind where they differ.” He walked up to the bed, reaching a talon out to tap gently at the side of Leap’s head. “All the emotions you have in here? Fear, hope, lust? They can only simulate them. They do a fine job of it, but it’s only external; there’s nothing really there on the inside.”

“Oh.” Leap found herself entranced by the cool grey of his eyes. “It just… I don’t know, it’s all so hard to accept.”

Gerrick nodded. He traced his talon over the curve of her cheek, sending a shiver through her. “Don’t worry. I know how to help. Mirror!”

There was a click as the door opened, and Mirror Image stepped back into the room. “Yes, sir?”

Gerrick beckoned her over. “Are you a copy, or the original?”

Mirror’s lips tightened, but she didn’t hesitate. “A copy, sir.”

“Excellent. Stay here. Maid—Ms. Leap, was it?”

Leap nodded, pleased by the sound of his voice speaking her name. “Y-yes, sir?”

Gerrick nodded towards the Mirror. “What would you like to do to her?”

Leap’s heart skipped a beat. “W-what?”

“Don’t worry, she’s just a copy,” Gerrick assured her. “She can’t really feel any pain, fear, or shame. You can do anything you like without any repercussions. Isn’t that right, Mirror?”

The Mirror gave a stiff nod, keeping her eyes straight ahead. “Yes, sir.”

For a long moment, Leap could only look between Gerrick and the Mirror dumbfounded. Was he just messing with her? She could do anything she wanted?

Admittedly, Leap had been fantasizing about Mirror for days now. She’d imagined kissing her, inviting her back to her bed, tasting her and exploring her. And now here she had this perfect opportunity to indulge in all those fantasies, and even a magnificent, massive bed to do it all in, and the real Mirror would never even have to know about it. Leap could order her to do things exactly as she imagined it in all her fantasies.

She could already feel the heat rising under her tail.

Leap licked her lips. “Come onto the bed.”

The Mirror responded immediately, smoothly sliding forwards onto the bed. Leap couldn’t help but let out an excited squeal as she felt the softness of her crush’s coat brushing up against her own. Taking a moment to calm herself, Leap reached a hoof out and ran it through the other mare’s mane, marveling at the silky texture. The Mirror’s ear flicked, but she didn’t pull away.

“Kiss me.”

At first Leap didn’t realize the words had come from her own mouth, but then suddenly she was seeing her own stunned face reflected back in Mirror’s green eyes—and their lips connected.

Leap’s eyes fluttered shut as she moaned into the other mare’s mouth, pushing up against her with a sudden surge of passion. Mirror allowed herself to be rolled onto her back, and Leap cradled her head between her hooves as she desperately pushed against her lips.

It had been years since Leap had shared a kiss with anyone. She still remembered her first—and last—marefriend, a charming, petite pegasus she’d met during orientation week at her University. That little pegasus had shown Leap experiences she’d never even come close to since, and it was only now that she realized just how hungry she was to have that bond again.

Leap pressed her body up against Mirror’s as she brushed her tongue over her lips, and to her pleasure Mirror opened her mouth wider, allowing Leap to slip inside. Excited shivers wracked her body as she tasted the inside of Mirror’s muzzle, breathing deeply of her scent.

But there was something wrong. Mirror wasn’t kissing back with nearly as much passion as Leap was; her motions were robotic and stilted, her hooves hanging limply at her sides instead of reaching out to caress Leap’s body. Leap pulled back with a gasp, breathing hard as she looked down at her partner.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing,” the Mirror said.

Leap frowned. Something was wrong. This wasn’t like all her fantasies. “Let’s take our clothes off.”

She’d all but forgotten about Gerrick watching in silence by the bed, so Leap didn’t waste any time in pulling her not-maid outfit off with a burst of magic and tossing it aside, leaving herself bare in a way she rarely did even when she was completely alone.

She didn’t wait for the Mirror to follow suit; with a wave of her horn, she ripped Mirror’s uniform away. “Kiss me!”

Leap threw herself against Mirror, forcing her tongue into the other mare’s mouth and grinding their marehoods together. She moaned at the electric thrill of the wet friction against her, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t fully get into it. There was that nagging thought in the back of her head, incessant and maddening, that Mirror wasn’t enjoying it like she was.

Leap broke the kiss again, glaring down at the impassive thing lying on the bed beneath her. “You have to kiss back.”

“I am kissing back, Ms. Leap,” Mirror panted. “Is it not to your satisfaction?”

“No! You’re not doing it right!” Leap let out a frustrated groan as she rolled off the mare. What was she thinking? Of course it wasn’t right! This wasn’t the real Mirror, after all. It was just a copy, a heartless imitation that could never hope to meet the passion that Leap had for the beautiful head house-maid. It was just an empty shell.

Gerrick cleared his throat. “Upset?”

Leap jumped, suddenly reminded of the griffon’s presence. She blushed furiously as she rolled onto her belly, tail curling around her rear, and met his cool gaze. “She isn’t doing it right, sir!”

Gerrick nodded sagely. “I can see your frustration. Are you going to do anything about it?”

Leap hesitated at that. “W-what do you mean?”

“I think you know what I mean.” Gerrick gave the Mirror a sideways glance, the corner of his beak turning up into a dangerous grin. “Punish her.”

“Oh. Right.” Leap looked to the Mirror with a nervous smile, and the Mirror looked back with an impassive, almost resigned expression. Punish her. She deserved it, didn’t she? She deserved it for being such a poor approximation of the real Mirror Image, and if Leap was being truly honest with herself, she was a little curious. Curious to see just how deep the illusion of a real mind went. Curious to see how the pony body would react. And maybe she was a little curious about how it would feel to be the one in charge for once, the one with all the confidence and the power, instead of the nervous, anxiety-stricken mare she normally was.

Logical Leap licked her lips, nodding to herself. She could just try it out. It wasn’t really that big a deal.

Her horn glowed, and a burst of azure energy leapt from its tip, striking the Mirror in the chest and drawing a strained grunt from her.

Leap’s heart was pounding. Had she done too much? The Mirror had barely reacted, and even now the strike had had so little effect that Leap was almost wondering if she had just imagined it. Her marehood winked, hidden safely behind her tail, and she channeled more power through her horn.

The blast struck Mirror in the face, and this time she fell backwards with a shrill yelp. That one had definitely had an effect. Leap could feel the wetness soaking into her tail as she stood up on the bed, towering over the shivering copy of Mirror, and prepared another spell.

The fake mare screamed as azure lightning crackled over her body, throwing her limbs into wild spasms as she arched her back in agony. Leap didn’t hold back, instead pouring more energy into the spell, marveling at the way Mirror’s smooth voice became hoarse and dry. It all looked so real! The Mirror’s eyes stared back at her in terror as thin plumes of smoke began to swirl out of her from both ends, filling the room with the scent of cooked flesh and burnt hair, and still Leap went further.

She wanted to see the pain in the mare’s eyes. She wanted it to make it pay for its inability to return her passions, and the louder it screamed, the more excited Leap became.

The fake mare’s eyes popped as the smoke thickened, streaming out of her muzzle, her ears, her pussy and her plot. Blood burst from her muzzle as her tongue exploded next, the screams turning to frantic, dry moans. The moans began to quiet, and soon the false Mirror had fallen completely silent and still, its once-smooth coat charred and dry.

Leap was breathing hard, taking it all in with wide eyes. Wow. She looked to Gerrick with an excited grin, almost like a filly stumbling into a candy store, and blushed as he gave her an approving nod.

“That was very good,” he purred, stirring fresh butterflies in her belly. “How do you feel?”

“I… I feel amazing,” Leap admitted. What a rush! She had been terrified of Gerrick before, but now she was beginning to understand why he did what he did. The Mirror clones weren’t real ponies, after all, and it just felt so wonderful to punish them for their mistakes. She felt as if she’d been brought into some secret club, a club with only three members: herself, Mirror Image, and Master Gerrick.

We’re like kindred spirits, she thought, giggling to herself. I’m so glad I got to be his maid!

Gerrick nodded, his eyes roaming over her body. “You’re excited.”

“Oh! Well, um—” Leap shrugged, looking away again. The smell of burnt flesh lingered in her nose, sending twinges of lust through her as she remembered the experience. “I—I guess I’m still k-kinda worked up from… y’know.”

When Leap looked up, Gerrick was suddenly much closer. He’d come right up to the edge of the bed, leaning over it, dwarfing her with his bulk. “Get on your back.”

“Um.” Leap blinked, taken aback by the sudden request, but before she knew it she was doing as he said, rolling onto her back with her rear towards the edge of the bed. He looked her over like he might inspect a meal, causing her to fidget anxiously, and she jumped when he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer.

Something hard and hot bumped up against her marehood.

Leap shivered. Was she going to let this happen? She wasn’t really into stallions like that—but then Gerrick wasn’t a stallion, was he? And he wasn’t like any other male she’d met before, either. He was so confident, and he’d brought her in and showed her this special secret, and she was still really flustered from her brief interaction with the Mirror copy. Her pussy winked as if to answer for her, inviting him inside, and when Gerrick began to press against her she found the protest stuck in the back of her throat, unable to escape.

She squealed as he slipped inside her in one body-shaking thrust, deeper than anything ever had.

Gerrick immediately fell into a steady rhythm, letting out quiet grunts as he used her body. Leap was so embarrassed she couldn’t bring herself to look at him; instead she turned her head to the side, watching the lingering tendrils of smoke drift out of the corpse beside her as shocks of pleasure washed over her. She bit her lip, imagining the real Mirror in the bed beside her instead, alive and passionate and kissing her like a real mare should, and with that image in her head she threw herself into the experience with abandon.

Leap had never been with a stallion like this before, and the sensation of his throbbing shaft pushing her apart, filling her so completely, and then the barbs around it scraping at her walls whenever he pulled out, left her breathless. Every time he left her she felt sad, as if she was suddenly left incomplete, but the sensation of loss was quickly replaced with fresh ecstasy when he thrust inside again, driving stifled moans from her lungs.

His talons traced invisible paths over her body as he fucked her, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. As time passed she began to forget her reservations, spreading her legs wide for him to take her, throwing her head back and letting her gasps of pleasure come freely. It was the most amazing thing Logical Leap had ever felt, the heat rising in her core and beginning to spread out to her limbs, pushed along with little waves of electricity that made her giggle and groan. How had she been so lucky as to find this place? At that moment, she never wanted to leave it.

Gerrick’s talons began to travel up her chest, and finally she found the courage to turn and look him in the eyes. She immediately found herself mesmerized by the intensity of his gaze; he stared straight through her, those hard grey eyes glinting with something unknown, and she looked back up at him with a dopey smile, lips parting to give voice to her pleasure.

He began to fuck her harder, his thrusts coming faster, his muted grunts turning to strained snorts. Leap squirmed under him, writhing as the bed rocked under her with the force of his thrusts. His groin slammed against her thighs with wet slaps, his balls kissing against her asshole and sending back-arching twitches of lightning through her. She held his gaze even as her cheeks grew flushed and her eyelids began to flutter and her mouth hung open, tongue lolling as he forced an unending stream of shuddering moans from her throat.

He kept one talon wrapped firmly around her hips, pulling her back into him, but the other traveled up and curved around her neck, the sharp tip prodding at the soft flesh. A distant part of her thought back to how easily that same talon had slit a mare’s throat in this very room, but Leap wasn’t worried. She knew Gerrick wouldn’t hurt her. He didn’t hurt real ponies. He was like her; he only liked having a little fun with the fake ones.

His grip around her throat tightened, making it hard to breathe. Leap grinned as she fell back into the sensation of floating on a sea of clouds, the pressure building in her body with every thrust of the hard length inside her. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum, and she imagined it beating along in sympathy with the pulsing of Gerrick’s cock, their two bodies united in bliss. She giggled and gasped as the tingling that had started in her core stretched out towards the very tips of her hooves and the end of her muzzle, filling her in every way.

Leap’s orgasm crashed onto her like an ocean wave. She cried out, her back arching as every muscle in her body tensed at once. Her pussy clamped down hungrily on Gerrick’s dick, beckoning it deeper within her, begging for his seed. He growled, scratching his talons down her belly as he hilted her with a savage slam, his balls tightening and his cock swelling, and her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt the volcanic rush of his cum surging inside her.

He grunted, grinding his groin against her pussy as he pumped his load inside her, pressing almost painfully hard against her exposed clit. She let out a silent scream as he claimed her, unable to breathe at all past the tightening grip around her throat, but she didn’t need to breathe. She had his cock pulsing inside her, pushing out against the milking walls of her marehood, through the deluge of their mixed cum that splattered out past the seal of their bodies, and that was all she needed.

The click of the door opening drew Leap’s attention. Through the fog of her asphyxiating mind she looked to the side and saw Mirror Image stepping into the room, the other mare pausing only briefly to note the fresh corpse still smoldering on the bed. Leap forced a smile past the unyielding grip on her throat, inviting her crush to join in the fun with her eyes. She wanted Mirror to snuggle her, to kiss her and lick her while she took Master’s amazing cock.

Mirror said something, but Leap’s ears were ringing with a pleasure that made it impossible to discern. She felt more than heard the bass of Gerrick’s response, and the tips of Leap’s hooves tingled as she watched Mirror speak more. Then, with one final thrust, Gerrick released Leap’s neck.

She gasped, sucking in a breath that she’d forgotten she needed. Her heart was pounding furiously against her chest, and as she lay there, dazed, feeling the cum drooling out of her cunt, she could do little more than let out quiet mewls of pleasure as the aftershocks of her orgasm washed over her.

“Maid.”

Leap blinked. Slowly she lifted her head and looked down at Gerrick, panting from his position between her legs. Mirror was already bobbing her head between his legs, cleaning his softening cock of marecum and spunk.

The griffon jerked his head to the side, to the open door. “Back to your room. Mirror will bring you back to me later.” He ran a bloody claw over her pussy before lifting it up to his tongue, tasting her with a small nod of satisfaction. “I’ll have a new job for you then.”

Author's Note

Commissioned by Exuno!

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