That was how Diamond's parents would have found them the next morning, were they in any state to be conscious and investigative. Instead, while the two of them were solidly incapacitated in their study, Diamond's maid was the first to wake the foals, doing so by announcing her present at the door with a light tap and then letting herself in, carrying a tray of oatmeal breakfasts and orange juice, which she placed at the center of the play-room for anypony's perusal.

Diamond felt like she could have slept forever, sticky and covered in the remnants of the previous night's escapades—but any time you wanted to get on to something new, you had to clean up the remnants of the old. Diamond Tiara didn't mind being a bit crunchy and glazed over with changeling come altogether, but if her parents noticed it, once they were finally awake, she'd have more questions to answer than she felt like spending her time on.

It was therefore that Diamond Tiara signalled her made over with a hoof-wave, noting with mild amusement the overly-enthusiastic way the maid moved the second there was a possibility of interacting hooves-on with any of the foals. In the absence of a sleepover, Diamond suspected she could have had just as much fun teasing and taunting the poor servant through the duration of the night.

"Good morning, Miss Diamond," the maid said, doing her best not to stare at the messy, mixed-up group of foals, and ultimately failing. Cupcake Sweets' big pony-teats were impossible to keep her eyes off, and once she noticed Tineey in his relatively-freshly-revealed true form, the maid blushed profusely, keeping herself pointedly occupied by staring at the sheer girth of Tineey's now-exposed member. As Diamond regarded the poor servant, she was sure she spotted the maid clenching her legs together, the same way a desperate filly might as the tendrils of a fresh heat crept over her underage sex.

"Are my parents still asleep?" Diamond asked by way of a greeting. She didn't have time for formalities or pleasantries, nor did she find them particularly formal or pleasant in the first place.

The maid sighed, then nodded, keeping her expression subdued and demure. "Yes, Miss Diamond. They won't awake for another several hours."

"Good," Diamond said. She grabbed a glass of orance juice and downed half of it in one go, letting out a contended-sounding 'ahh' as she set the glass back down. "Nopony bothered us last night, so it seems like you're capable of doing at least one thing right after all."

"Thank you, Miss Diamond." The indentured mare again did her best not to stare, in particular this time at Diamond's rump, as she turned it about one-eighty and began waggling it in the maid's face, complete with taunting smirk and naughty-sounding giggles.

When Diamond was sufficiently content with the tortured expression on her servant's face, she smirked, and held the pose, with her still-full-of-leftover-changeling-cum pussy and rump waggling over and over again in the maid's direction.

"Well?" Diamond prompted. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Miss?" the maid asked, sweating, her face reddened.

Diamond sighed loudly.

"Clean-up," she said, slow and drawn out. "I don't want my parents noticing we're all covered in cum and stuff. You'd better make sure there's not a drop left before they wake up."

Oh. It was like that. The maid found herself wondering if she'd woken up to a completely new mansion and set of occupants overnight, or if her dreams had just finally bled over into reality.

"You want me to... lick you clean, Miss?"

"Well? Hurry up! You've got three more ponies after me, and I want seconds if there's still time left."

"Of course, Miss Diamond."

At once, the maid went to her new duty. Diamond Tiara spread herself out like a combination between a magazine centerfold and somepony waiting for an examination at the doctor's. The moment the maid's tongue extended and began to touch delicately at Diamond's skin, Diamond Tiara began to moan, loudly, without genuine regard for whether her parents were really asleep or not. The maid went well to work, lapping up the sticky patches on Diamond's fur like drops of dew on a morning flower. When the bossy, bratty filly presented the inside of her cunt and ass, still slightly moist with the few sticky drops of Tineey's seed remaining, the maid swooned, and had to catch herself before she fell over completley and knocked the oatmeal and orange juice everywhere.

It was relatively silent, still, save for the soft sound of tongue against flesh, and the the intermittent moans that Diamond Tiara let squeak out between the attention from her maid's tongue. Even when it seemed like everything was clean, Diamond held her maid's face in place, pressing two hooves on the back of her head and keeping her tongue at work in Diamond's filly-slit until she was more that certain there wasn't a drop left of cum to be found. And then just a little bit longer for good measure.

With a resigned-sounding sigh, Diamond Tiara finally released her grip on the poor servant's head, allowing her to breathe, and to rest her tongue for just a moment.

The maid sucked in fresh air with a loud gasp, a noise which Diamond regarded with a raised eyebrow and questioning stare.

"You're not taking a break, are you?" Diamond asked, closing her hind-legs and squeezing them together once for good measure. "You still have three other ponies to clean up."

"No, Miss. Just catching my breath, Miss."

"Well, catch it on your break or something," Diamond Tiara said, flipping over to lounge stomach-down in her beanbag chair. "And get started on a real breakfast when you're done. I wanted bacon."

"Yes, Miss." The maid nodded, breathing a private sigh of relief as Diamond finally removed her attention and began to fixate on her favorite subject, which was herself. As much fun as following the behest of a little brat could be, it was always worth cherishing a moment of respite when it finally arrived.

And, yes, it was just as Diamond said. There were three more foals to clean up before Diamond's parents awoke.

Allowing herself a small smirk, the maid tested the flexibility of her tongue from one side of her mouth to the other. With a hungry flame burning in her eyes, she turned to Silver Spoon, lying passed out sideways in a dried up pool of sticky filly-juice and cum.

Maybe being an indentured servant wasn't all bad, with perks like these...

Author's Note

Bonus art by MiniFeru
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