They’d waited until the weekend before making their unusual excursion, whether it be availability of time or willingness to summon their courage that hindered their progress. Considering what sort of shopping spree they were about to take part in, some level of trepidation at least made sense; this wasn’t something they’d ever done before. Getting what Fluttershy had decided upon would be relatively easy, given its popularity this time of year; what Twilight had been willing to agree to was going to be a little more risqué- and definitely more difficult to find. Save for one or two places in town that would be willing to help them out.

“Oh my gosh, we are actually doing this,” Twilight murmured, so deeply held down by shame and fear that her words were barely audible. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. Fluttershy, I am- I know I said yes and everything, but I’m- I don’t know.”

Fluttershy bit her lip, put on edge by her girlfriend’s discomfort. “Are… do you not want to do this after all?” She asked. It would be by her prerogative that they change course, hands on the wheel and in control of their destiny. “I mean, if… if you really don’t feel comfortable then we can stop.”

Are you really going to do this now? After all that effort to come find me again. Midnight’s voice was dry as the desert as it sounded in her head, cantankerous mood yet to lift since her temporary release. And to think you actually told me what to do, how can you look at yourself if this is how you act under pressure?

Twilight turned away to hide her scowl, hoping the little wretch in her head would know her displeasure. She hated to be goaded on like these, even if it was the right thing to do; Fluttershy deserved to have her request fulfilled, even if she was terrified by it all. “No, I’ll still do it,” she said. “I’m sorry, I know I’m being a stick in the mud.”

“It’s alright. I know it’s only because you want to be as kind to me as possible,” Fluttershy replied, taking the opportunity given by the red light to plant a kiss on her fiancé’s cheek. “I know you won’t go any farther than what I ask you to do. And that you’ll stop if I tell you to.”

Eugh. How do you not have diabetes?

Twilight smiled. “And you’re sure that this is the theme you want?”

“Mhm. I think it’ll be fun. At least to try. Don’t you?”

The spectacled woman laughed, considering what lay in her future. “I guess I’ll have to find out if I’m even up to snuff.”

When they pulled into the parking lot, the two women were relieved to find the place sparsely populated save for a car or two right next to the side of the dark brick building. The sign overhead rang loud and clear with its neon blazing in the sky: Wonderful EXXXperiences unmistakable as it shone bright even against the noonday sun. There was nothing it could be mistaken for, and never had they felt so out of place.

Twilight stepped out of their beat-up sedan and stared at the sign, marveling that she was even standing beneath it at all. And considering that she was about to enter the place and make a few purchases-! “We… should probably make this quick,” she surmised.

Fluttershy dared a glance at the glowing neon before her she flickered over to look at the darkened doors that allowed no sight and sound to enter nor leave, enough to make the bold girl timid once more and earn a gulp. “You’re probably right. I’m sorry, Twilight, I think I was being silly about all this-”

“It’s fine,” Twilight said bracingly, forcing her nerves –and her pride- to hold steady. “It’s not like I haven’t asked you to try new things out with me before. And this is something you want to try still, right?”

The fearful woman had to swallow hard, but nodded nonetheless. “Maybe it won’t be so bad when we’re inside.”

The prediction turned out to be a truthful one, despite their hesitancy to even enter in the first place. What imagination had conjured as something decadently sinister and brimming with all sorts of torturous machinations of sexuality was in fact a brightly lit store, well-cleaned and dressed more akin to a regular department store than anything their fears had conjured. Yes, it definitely had a sexual nature to the products on shelf –as expected- but it didn’t seem anywhere near as dark or foul as they’d worried it might be. It even seemed rather clean, and carried the rather pleasing scent of jasmine.

Twilight gave the place a cock-eyed inspection. “Uh… huh. So this doesn’t seem so bad,” she remarked. “I… guess we worked ourselves up a bit too much?”

Fluttershy still had an air of uncertainty about her expression, but did nod as she took in the store. “Would… maybe I’ll buy some perfume, too. If it smells nice enough.”

“OK. So- so let’s go take a look,” Twilight declared, leading her girlfriend by the hand as they delved into the shop for a further examination.

The hesitancy that had been strong when they’d first entered faded rather quickly as they walked through the shop. There certainly seemed plenty of more hardcore items further in the back, but the majority of their sightseeing took them through materials that seemed fairly tame in comparison. It was lingerie and sexual costumes, yes, but hardly anything unexpected. Twilight had expected something depraved, but some of these lingerie sets actually seemed rather nice. And feel nice, too, she mused, taking a corset between her fingers and finding pleasure in the sensation of the fabric. This is actually not so bad.

Boring! Go grab some whips and chains already!

You know the agreement, so don’t try to push it, Twilight snapped, mentally slapping Midnight back into silence. Only what Fluttershy approves of.

But she’ll enjoy it if you tell her to. Oh for gods’ sake you little pussy-

Feel like getting thrown head over ass again? Twilight could hear the mutinous look that her darkened counterpart surely wore upon her features, but no further word came in protests.

“Umm, Twilight? How does this look?” Fluttershy’s query broke through the young woman’s internal diatribe and directed her attentions elsewhere- most notably a black corset with the waist buckled together, the vinyl fabric and studs shining beneath the light. It possessed a rather potent look to the outfit, meant to hide little and display much; within it would be a dominance that was meant to be exuded and put to use.

“Oh wow.”

Fluttershy was beet red but smiling as she held it up against Twilight’s torso, measuring it even as her arm trembled from the effort. “I… I think I’d like you to wear this,” she mustered. “And… maybe you’d look extra- umm… sexy- with a couple other things to wear, too.”

Twilight wanted to laugh at the prospect of being considered something sexy. She wasn’t ugly by any means, but she wasn’t Rarity’s sort of luxurious sensuality. She just was, with plenty of nerd and propriety that helped to see her body covered. The idea that Fluttershy would like to be kept in control by a sexy version of herself seemed a little ludicrous, especially when such sultry things had never seemed to be Fluttershy’s preference. “I- OK, I guess,” she managed. “And- and what else were you thinking?”

“… Maybe some gloves and black boots to go with it?”

The nerdy bookworm couldn’t help but gawk. Fluttershy was looking more forward to this than she’d thought. And apparently she thought Twilight could pull off sexy with just a change of wardrobe…

Trying not to enjoy yourself, are we? Midnight teased.

Twilight picked out the rest of her eventual wardrobe and said nothing, not quite sure what she was supposed to think at the moment.

“So, all that’s left is your costume,” Twilight said- and promptly flushing as she recalled what the fretful girl had decided upon. “Angel, I know- it just seems a little out of- well, out of left field for you.”

“I know. And- and it is,” Fluttershy admitted. “But maybe that’ll be the fun of it. That I’ll get to pretend to not be me, and that’ll make it easier.”

“Is this, like, some sort of courage test for you?” Twilight asked as her pretty-faced fiancé sorted through a variety of outfits. “You don’t need to feel like you need to change yourself to make me happy or anything. I promise I like you just as you are, all sweet and gentle. It’s OK to be yourself.”

“I know. And thank you for saying so,” the pink-haired girl replied. “But you’ve tried to be brave, umm… in- in the bedroom before. So I want to try something brave, too. And maybe we’ll have fun. And you’ll think I’m pretty, too.”

“I think you’re beautiful already,” Twilight murmured. Soaking in all of Fluttershy’s wondrous, slender form was so easy for her eyes to accomplish, how that petite body held itself with the beauty of a supermodel yet all the grace of a princess. Lush hair, bright eyes that shone with warmth and love, those lips that so easily formed into a smile… Fluttershy was more than beautiful, really.

Fluttershy smiled at the remark. “Could I be sexy if I wanted to?” She asked.

Not quite a left turn, but still enough to make the bookworm falter. “Huh?”

Out from the depths of the rack did Fluttershy extract a costume, holding it to her form and allowing her girlfriend to take in the sight. “Would this work?” She asked. “For Halloween night, I mean.”

“Umm.” Twilight certainly had a few words to describe the thing, but to say that she’d ever thought to use them with Fluttershy in mind was something novel. It was a French maid outfit- or at least was supposed to look like one. There was the headpiece, the dress and the apron, all put together and immediately recognizable. But the dress was less clothing and more underwear, cut out on the side and on the back so as to reveal further skin, acting more akin to a low neckline bikini top. The apron didn’t even fall past the skirt, and the picture atop the garment certainly suggested that plenty below was meant to be seen, albeit hindered by the thin trim of fishnet garters that came along with frilly white gloves to match the trim across the outfit. When considering Fluttershy’s body size –and body type, which Twilight didn’t want to admit she’d thought of- the whole thing would be rather form-fitting.

And definitely sexy.

Fluttershy regarded her girlfriend’s stupefied expression, watching as the heat rose into her features and seemed keen on setting steam out of her ears. “I think this will be fine,” she declared, tossing the garment bag across her shoulder and giving Twilight’s hand a quick squeeze. “You ready?”

Oh, you definitely are. You little minx, so much for prim and proper-

“R-ready,” Twilight stammered, mind still racing with the thoughts of garment and girlfriend combined into one beauteous, sultry image that was sure to be hotter than the sun.

The cashier caught sight of the two women making their way from the front of the store and made himself ready at the register to fulfill his duties. Perhaps a little unkempt of a man –and too much humor in his smile- but a genial-looking person nonetheless. It hadn’t actually been that bad of an experience, all things considered; it would just be the task of carrying it out that would be the problem-

Before they’d even made it halfway, a flurry of colors came before them from the back of the store, arms full of all sorts of toys and whips and things the likes of which the two innocent girls couldn’t have even tried to name. “Hey, Jesse, thanks for the suggestion on that Brandi Love collection, me and the girls could hardly pay attention to anything all night-”

The bright, energetic rasp of a voice was instantly recognizable, helping to put the vibrant hair that had not quite yet rung a bell to a face the two women knew so personally. Eyes flew wide open, hearts sank- or in Twilight’s case, shot up somewhere into the center of her neck, and their daring journey screeched to an immediate halt.

“That can’t be-”

“Oh God please kill me-”

“- Like holy fuck, we were down on each other! Sugarcoat’s eating Fleur like she’s starving to death, Indigo and Sour Sweet are atop me and begging for me to squirt all over them, Sweetie and Silver are just dying for each other and the sound of that blonde babe just made the night. I can’t believe we even could stand the next day, much less walk-”

Rainbow’s enthusiastic monologue came to an abrupt end when the felt the presence of two pairs of eyes on the back of her head, a quick dart to look behind becoming a stunned double-take as the prismatic woman realized that she did indeed recognize the two patrons behind her. whipping about faster than one could blink, friend looked upon friend in nothing less than complete and utter shock.

“… Twilight?” Rainbow finally managed to mutter. “Fluttershy?”

Too embarrassed to say anything at all, the two girlfriends did whatever they could to not meet the gaze of their friend lest they melt into the floor. But then again, that did seem like an appealing prospect right about now. Currently struck dumb, what sense they had warned them that perhaps it would be best to hide their purchases behind their backs before further examination-

Their movement was too slow to avoid attention, Rainbow’s keen eyes catching sight of what lay in hand. A quick study, it did not take her long to make the connections and understand the allure that had brought her two most innocent, pure-hearted friends to a place such as this. She tried to bite her lip and hold back the quivering expression, but apparently decided that such a thing was pointless and burst out laughing. The raucous sound continued for what felt like an eternity, unceasing even as the bright-haired woman fell back against the counter, not even when she’d made her numerous purchases or even when she’d left were they free of the laughter.

Only when the sight of Rainbow was long gone could the two even find the will to move, more flushed than an overripe tomato and keen on nothing less than a swift death. Regret wasn’t the word to sum up their decision to drive here, shame couldn’t even be considered adequate. They would have to buy their items and then hope the earth swallowed them up before they ever made it home.

The cashier regarded their purchase as the two girls set it atop the counter to be rung up, he giving a small cough and saying, “You know, there’s a whip that goes with that outfit perfectly-”

“We’re good.”

Twilight didn’t know if she’d ever been more nervous about anything in all her life. Her attraction to Fluttershy had been a dormant thing that had come about in a tumult of confusion. She’d been enamored with all her friends, it had only been a matter of compatibility; the confession of her affections had been easy. But now she would have to be some sort of dominatrix, and she was not the willful sort of personality. How on earth was she supposed to do anything that would make Fluttershy’s efforts worthwhile without absolutely screwing it all up?

I really hope there’s a god out there, Twilight silently said, Cause I really want him to kill me before I make a fool of myself. She was wearing a bodytight corset that made breathing difficult even though it fit perfectly, the boots that adorned her feet actually were rather comfortable despite their excessive heel, and the darkened gloves on her hands did nothing to restrict movement. Definitely not the worst thing she’d worn in her life, yet never less like herself in all her days; it was the oddest clash of personalities, all for the one person she adored most.

Sitting on the bed across from her was Fluttershy, still dressed in a simple pullover and sweat pants as the two tried to summon the courage to begin their sultry rendezvous. Neither had the will to see this through without the other, yet they couldn’t seem to get themselves started. Genuine money had been spent on this, not to mention the pent-up emotion that was being put to use; they had to see this moment done.

You’re supposed to be the dominant one here! Midnight called to her counterpart. At least get it started and see her going, why are you waiting? Get your girl worked up already!

More sound advice, even if the source was one she despised. Clearing her throat, Twilight managed to fumble out and say, “So, I… I guess we should get started. And set our rules first.”

Rules? Oh come on-

Shuttup!

“OK,” Fluttershy said, pushing a stray lock of hair away from her eyes. “So, we both agree on the- the story, right? That we’re going to do?”

So long as I get to suck a fart out of her ass-

“A mistress and her new maid, right?” Twilight asked. “And that I’ll be the one making you have sex with me.”

The sweet-faced girl nodded, remembering their many nights of discussion. “So, I was thinking… I don’t think we should do anything super forceful tonight. Just a little bit of an edge to things that we normally do.”

Lame! Lame, lame, lame-

“I think that’s a good start,” Twilight assented. “And, uh- physical contact. So, what are you OK with me doing? Like, do you want me to pull hair, or anything like that..?”

“Maybe a little force when you hold me to you,” Fluttershy said. “And… and spanking my bottom is OK. Or pinching, too. But maybe not much else.”

“I can- I can do that,” Twilight said. “Umm, so- so the safeword, in case one of us freaks out.”

“I guess it should be something we wouldn’t say in here, right?” The soft woman remarked, gesturing to their quiet bedroom. “So nothing about chores or the house or anything sexy. Maybe something sort of- different, I guess?”

“Is ‘buttermilk’ OK?”

Fluttershy tried to suppress a giggle and promptly failed, dragging her girlfriend right along into the anxious joy. “Buttermilk? Really?” She asked. “Goodness, Sweets, why that?”

“I don’t know! It’s just what came to my head, I promise!” Twilight laughed, unable to do much else but hold her beloved close as the two let their nerves fade away into the ether in the form of a lighthearted sound. “OK, OK- so maybe we should get started.”

“Alright. I- I hope you’re excited,” Fluttershy said, a bashful tinge of pink upon her cheeks as she backed away from the bed and towards the door. “You’re- are you sure you can do this?”

Oh, most definitely. I’m going to tear that ass apart.

“I’ll make you as happy as you want,” Twilight promised. “I’m scared, but I’ll make sure of that.”

The sweet girl smiled as she departed their peaceful realm. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Twilight murmured, her heart skipping a beat as the one she loved faded from sight. There was little left to do now but wait; wait and perform her role to the best of her ability and see her girlfriend satisfied. She had to do this, had to see it done right. Even if she wasn’t sure she possessed the will to do so, it had to be done.

Why are you nervous? Didn’t you ask me here just for this? Midnight taunted.

You can’t go out of line. If you make her say the safeword because we go too far, I swear-

Calm your titties, I’m going to keep my end of the bargain, the foul-hearted demoness groaned, likely on edge and keen to be satisfied herself. Goodness, it’s like you don’t even trust me.

I wonder why.

Fair. Look, are you going through with this or not?

I promised I would, and I’m not backing down, Twilight swore. She deserves this.

Then you’re going to have to follow my lead. And that means not being a weak little pussy, OK? Midnight said. Have some ovaries, be confident for gods’ sake! Just follow my lead and I’ll make this work, but you have to actually listen to me.

Then you’d better be worthy of trust, Twilight reminded her darker self.

I want my fun, and you do, too. I’ll keep my end of the bargain so long as you don’t wimp out. Deal?

I hate you.

Deal, or no deal? Midnight challenged.

She was going to regret this no matter which route she took. Deal.

Good. Now, lean back and wear a grin before she even comes in. You’re the mistress of the house, aren’t you? Own the role.

Twilight leaned back against the pillows, letting the thighs darkened by the length of her boots to rest at ease. Her domain, Midnight said? Well, it was her apartment. Maybe she should exude a little confidence after all. Take a comfortable position, actually allow herself to feel as though she were truly in charge of this place. Would any lady of the house actually be as nervous as she felt now, heart beating a mile a minute? Or would she instead be at ease, confident to the point of arrogant? As herself, she would be petrified of this out-of-character behavior; as this new role, she could be entirely steady. She could even smile.

There you go. See, that isn’t so hard, Midnight remarked, a silken delight in her words. You even look the part. You’ll have to sound like it, too.

How?

For you? Speak more slowly, and in a lower tone. You need to sound proud and domineering. What kind of mistress squeaks? Make her beg for your attention.

As someone so consistently receptive to Fluttershy’s romantic advances, the idea of denying any immediate action was a heady task to accomplish. How she’d even manage to hold back for more than a few seconds was beyond her-

None of that. Midnight’s chiding came through the growth of worried monologue, ceasing fretfulness before it could truly fester. You’re in charge, aren’t you? And she’s a dirty, lusty, desperate housemaid. Why would you dirty yourself and be subordinate? She needs you oh so badly, and you need to be convinced. Don’t you?

Convinced? Twilight wanted to laugh at the thought. But Midnight’s words helped conjure an image behind her eyes, the idea of Fluttershy adorned in such sensuous form and begging for her love. Not even the fullest potency of her affections, just the barest scraps; if only she granted a kiss, just one little kiss, then that would be more than this sweet, innocent servant girl would ever dare to hope for. To be so fervently desired that the merest tricklings would be worth a lifetime of waiting…

Twilight felt a thrill shoot through her heart and she couldn’t hold back the smile any longer. The role might actually be enjoyable, if she allowed herself to really live in it.

A knock came at the door, gentle raps so prim and proper in their lightness and speed. “Excuse me, Mistress Twilight?” Fluttershy spoke to her in an airy tone, a breathlessness that came from nerves- or excitement?

Remember your part, now. Twilight heeded the advice and hesitated a few seconds longer before answering, responding in a bored drawl as she said, “Who is it?” Good. Why would you remember the face of one servant girl? Don’t you have too many to count?

“Fluttershy, Miss. Your new housemaid,” came the answer. “I was sent up here to inspect your quarters, may- may I come in?”

Ooh, she’s good. I like her. One could practically hear Midnight salivating, eager to dine on this newfound plaything.

“You may,” Twilight replied, inspecting her fingers as though the soul at the door was of no consequence. “I suppose. But be quick, I wish not to be disturbed.”

“Yes, Mistress, I promise I’ll be swift,” Fluttershy said, opening the door and striding through.

Twilight knew her face had to show the shock she felt at the sight of Fluttershy dressed so differently, especially when the arousal was even more powerful. She’d long thought of this gentle angel as something attractive, if not outright beautiful. But this was something novel, brand new- to look upon Fluttershy and absolutely know she was sexy! How the darkened fabric clung to her fair skin and highlighted her figure, the lace patterns on every edge adding a sweet, rather refined appearance. So much of her body was so easy to see, so much skin showing… and just how lovely she was! Beautiful, of course, but the colors of black that made her body positively pop; how the frills flaunted the shapeliness of her bust, the fishnets that barely concealed the cuteness of her bottom~! Twilight had made love with this woman many times over the years, seen her form utterly naked, yet somehow this sensuous adornment had awakened something hungering within her. Never had she looked upon Fluttershy and been inflamed by such desire.

Lie back down. Keep playing along, for heaven’s sake!

Though she wanted nothing more than to lavish an endless stream of kisses upon her girlfriend’s lips, Twilight forced her body back against the pillows and relaxed once more, the vinyl of her corset and boots somewhat dampened by sweat. Returning to her role of domineering lady, the young woman regarded the sweet-faced maid with a look of only the mildest curiosity. “And your name was..?”

“Oh! Fluttershy, Miss,” Fluttershy said, giving a small curtsey with what little her outfit offered up for use. How she stared at Twilight, eyes wide and gaze starstruck by the darkened beauty of the women she adored. Was this more of the act, or was she looking upon her girlfriend the same way Twilight had stared at her? “Umm, I- uh…”

Snap at her. Make her focus!

It seemed a bit excessive to her mind, and she felt the need to say so. But that’s mean-

That’s the point, you dingus! Midnight chided. Now, do the thing!

Mounting her courage –and silencing her misgivings- Twilight wore a scowl and regarded the maid with cold eyes. “Well? Spit it out already!”

“I’m sorry, Mistress!” Fluttershy gasped, a small shake across her petite body as though to refocus herself. “I’m here to inspect your quarters, as I said earlier. Apparently the other girls hadn’t had the opportunity to clean your room-”

“Hurry it up, then,” Twilight sighed, treating the girl’s anxiousness as though it were little more than an annoyance. “Be quick about it and then be on your way, I wish to be left alone.”

“Yes, Miss, I’ll certainly try.”

“No, not ‘try.’ You will,” The darkened lady snapped. She had to show irritation at this game of nerves the young thing was playing in; if she did not remind her of the duties required by her low station, who knew what other sort of nonsense such a silly girl would get up to?

Now that’s more like it. Keep that up.

A bit nervous in the face of such cold words, Fluttershy at first struggled to compose herself into someone capable of such tasks. Looking about the room for a moment before she flickered back to Twilight’s unforgiving gaze, then allowing her eyes to settle upon the dust that coated the dresser. With feather duster in hand, she began to slowly wipe away the trails of dirt, skin, and grime that had accumulated over the empty days.

“You said the other girls forgot to clean my quarters,” Twilight remarked, the heated tone causing the young maid to freeze in the midst of her work. “Why did it take all day for anyone to come up and rectify such a mistake? I have already had my bath.”

“One of the maids –Ginger- fell ill earlier today, Mistress,” Fluttershy said, turning back around so as to face her superior. “We’ve spent much of the day cleaning up the mess that came of it, and-”

“Mess? What mess?” Twilight demanded, rising up from her place against the pillows and leering at her anxious housemaid. “What did she do to my manor?”

The sweet angel bit her lip, avoiding that cold stare as she answered, “I- it was the divan rug in the sitting room, Miss,” she answered. “And the gilded chair beside it-”

“She stained my favorite chair with her illness?” The cold mistress snarled. “She is to be dismissed, immediately. Send word to my butler that Ginger is not to spend another night in my domain, she must depart before the day’s end.”

“But it was truly an accident, Miss, she even helped us clean up after-!”

“Silence! I am not to be disrespected so blatantly- by either of you,” Twilight said, her words so cold and yet somehow brimming with an unquenchable fire; even early on into this game of theirs, she was starting to get rather good at her role. “She had no care and desecrated my things, all of which are of more value than her. So she is to suffer the consequences… unless you would like to take her place?”

Fluttershy allowed her face to become temporarily downcast but said nothing in reply, merely turning back to her work and continuing her campaign of dusting.

Twilight sank back into the pillows- but not before noticing the peculiarity of Fluttershy’s posture. She was certainly taller than their small dresser, but the deep bend forward was unnecessary. There was no need to be right atop her work, it was as though she was trying to-

Oh. The realization set in immediately after Fluttershy’s miniature skirt reached its limit, unable to conceal any further skin and allowing the barest of the fishnets to cascade across bottomflesh. A wide, unmistakable cake that was just the perfect size; lovely, sweet to the eye, yet given an additional layer of sensuality by what adorned her buttocks. Of course she could enjoy this view, wasn’t that the point? Fluttershy meant for her mistress to check her out; this was intentional.

I need to spank it, Midnight said, a tone in her voice akin to desperation. Not yet, only when the time’s right- but I’ve GOT to spank it.

Spank it? But that’s a little weird-

She wants you to do it!

As though sensing a mental argument unfolding behind her, Fluttershy paused in her efforts to turn about, butt still perfectly flashed as she laid eyes upon her mistress and caught sight of such a potent stare. With a small flush and a weak smile, the lusting maid managed to give a wink-

OK, so she may want me to spank her a little, Twilight conceded. She could feel the heat flushing her own face, ashamed that she would have to consider such a strange action. Violence of any kind against her girlfriend was unthinkable, abhorrent even! And also a little arousing.

Fluttershy continued her work of dusting, coming to the edge of the dresser where an aquamarine vase of dried flowers sat beside a series of photographs. Try as she might to be gentle, the feather duster was too large and unwieldy an object to safely clean such a tight space and an overstrong sweep was too much for the ornaments to take; the photos clattered against the vase and knocked it down, sending it and the flowers within tumbling down to the ground.

“Oh my, sorr-” For a moment she forgot herself and the role she played, the fair-faced beauty rushing to clean up her accidental spill. But rather than continue out of character for long, she recomposed herself back into the mind of a housemaid in service of a harsh mistress, standing there as though a statue and rigid with horror.

Take advantage of it, she’s giving you the opportunity! Midnight insisted. Come on, the clock’s ticking, play your part for hell’s sake!

“What… did you just do?” Twilight asked of her maid, tone so frigid that it could have put the world to ice.

“I- I’m sorry, Mistress,” Fluttershy stammered, slowly dipping down so as to rectify her error. “I wasn’t paying attention and I-”

“Of course you weren’t paying attention! You’re nothing more than a silly little girl!” Twilight snapped, at last rising from her place atop the bedsheets and striding over to the petrified housemaid. “I have every mind to excuse you, too. How dare you be so careless with my things!”

“I am truly sorry, Mistress! Please, forgive me,” Fluttershy gasped, backing away until she found herself stuck between dresser and woman. “I- please, nothing is broken or damaged. I can put it back good as new.”

“Oh, will you? Or perhaps you will find something else to break along the way!” Twilight taunted. A slight bit shorter than her girlfriend, she tried her best to tower over the weaker woman and add to the domineering presence- a small glow of gratitude as Fluttershy caught on and sank a bit lower so as to look up into her eyes. “You are late to cleaning my chambers, and you spill my things across the room. I have every right and reason to punish you.”

“Y- yes, Miss,” Fluttershy mumbled, body tensed and waiting for the blow that would inevitably come. A strike across body, or worse- a dismissal from a job she had only just begun!

“However… I am merciful,” Twilight said. Pondering the moment, she found herself wondering if perhaps it would be best to see this sped along into something more pleasurable.

What are you doing? Don’t be kind about this! Midnight had yet to catch on to her counterpart’s train of thought, more keen on harsh judgment than any sort of forgiveness. Lay her out already!

“I am willing to accept… an explanation, if you can offer one,” Twilight mused. Finger against her lips, she gave a smile as she took note of the rising hope on Fluttershy’s visage. “Why were you not paying attention to your work, hmm? What… distracted you?”

Oh. OH, I like you. Well done, girl.

“I- I am sorry, Mistress,” Fluttershy struggled. “It would be improper for me to say-”

“Then you wished to be dismissed from my service instead?” Twilight asked.

“No! I- I mean, no, Miss,” the scared housemaid answered. Her whole body trembled with energy, fear pushing her to the edge.

“Then spit it out!”

“I- I was distracted by you, Mistress!” Fluttershy cried, words arriving in a rush.

She knew it was coming, but she needed to continue the part; react as though it were something unexpected to be heard. “Distracted- by me?” Twilight echoed. “And what about me do you find so… distracting?”

“Y- your beauty, Miss,” the terrified maid said, unable to dare look up into those cold eyes held behind glass. “I… I think you’re so very, very beautiful. And hoped that you would notice me.”

Now there was something she didn’t expect to hear. The idea that such a lowly housemaid would deign to ever, ever admit that she had been set to distraction by the potency of her mistress’ beauty… shocking? Yes. Arousing? Oh, perhaps a little. It would take a little digging for Twilight to see what lay beneath for her to ascertain.

“You think me beautiful, you say?” Twilight asked, haughty and confident that such a thing was obvious even to the oblivious and unrefined. “Now, pray tell… little pet. Why would you want someone as beautiful as I to notice you?”

Oh my gosh, yes. Keep feeding into this, you’re doing great.

“Because I- I wanted to be- be- well.” Fluttershy found herself incapable of continuing further, too flustered and red-faced to do more than occasionally glance up at her mistress’ loveliness. The attraction was obvious, and the desire to act upon even more so. But could such a weak-willed maid do such a thing? Hardly! It would be up to Lady Twilight to see a conclusion to these matters.

“Tell me, miss… Fluttershy, was it?”

“Oh- yes, Misstress!”

“Fluttershy: Why did you wish to work in my household, hmm?” Twilight asked, likely knowing the answer but wishing it heard nonetheless. “Did you, perhaps… wish to be near me? To fulfill your deepest fantasies with me?”

“Mistress, I should go-”

“You will answer,” Twilight commanded. “Are you here simply because of your attraction to me?”

“I… yes, Mistress,” Fluttershy mumbled.

“And did you hope that I might be attracted to you?”

“… Yes, Mistress. I- I think I might love you,” Fluttershy admitted.

The laughter that came at such a remark was cold, bright, and cruel, mocking the very idea of such a foolhardy emotion. How it could ever arrive in the heart of such a cold woman! “You love me, is that it?” Twilight mocked, her proud words bringing the poor housemaid to wincing. “Oh, you poor, pitiful thing, the very idea… here you stand, hardly able to defend your right to be in my employ. And you confess your love to me. How very, very silly. As if you have anything to offer me.”

Fluttershy couldn’t even keep her gaze facing that of her mistress. Unable to do anything more than sink beneath the weight of the mockery that crept from the one she adored, she slunk down as though wishing she could sink through the floor and never be seen again. “I- I am sorry, Mistress. You wished for me to answer you…”

“And that you did. I at least can commend your bravery, as stupid as it is,” Twilight said recklessly. “Very well, then. You –love- me, is that it?”

“I- yes, Miss, I truly do. You are just the- the most perfect woman in the world…”

“That I am. And you wish to keep your job and continue to work for me, do you?”

“Oh, yes, Mistress! I’d do anything to stay here with you!” Fluttershy said eagerly.

“Then perhaps, you could… persuade me,” Twilight mused; she could feel a nudging somewhere in her brain, as though Midnight were pushing for her to keep walking down this trail. “I am ready to see you dismissed, little girl. But I am merciful. And so long as you are willing to pay the price…”

“The- the price?” The anxious housemaid stared up at her mistress, hesitant in her desire to know just what was to be asked of her.

“You are to be punished,” Twilight surmised, holding a wicked leer as she took in the expression of horror upon the young girl’s face. “Yes, punished for being the clumsy girl you are. And then you are to apologize to me until I am willing to forgive you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, M- Mistress…”

“Good.” Without another word, Twilight took a seat at the edge of the bed and dragged Fluttershy along with her, setting the girl across her legs and getting a good perfunctory squeeze of bottomflesh. Oh, what she was going to have to do was something wild, so out of her comfort zone. She didn’t know if she could even raise her hand to strike…

You’d better make her feel it, Midnight counseled. Or else this whole thing is a bust before it even starts.

I can’t just be painful, she’s not ready to go that far yet. I’m not even ready for that! The spectacled woman protested.

It’s got to be a little painful, at least. Hold back a little if you must, but make her a feel it a bit! Now DO IT already!

Before she could lose any more of her nerve, Twilight gritted her teeth and brought hand to buttocks in a swift, clean strike across garment and flesh alike; perhaps not much of a blow when compared to some, but neither of them possessed much tolerance for pain. The spank was enough to make Fluttershy give a yelp, fair skin to wield a mark.

Keep talking, you’re a cruel, powerful mistress. You’ve got to keep the act going! Twilight heeded the words and allowed for another spanking right across the same marked cushion, guilty at the action and yet all the same… “Will this teach you to be more careful from now on?” She asked, her voice so cold in comparison to her movements. “To be treated like a child on her mother’s lap- oh, so shameful…”

“I –Ai!- I’m sorry, Mistress,” Fluttershy gasped. The feel of her bottom reddening beneath the spanking was unmistakable-

Swat! “And will you ever be so clumsy again?”

“No, Mistress!” Smack!

“And why were you clumsy, little girl?”

“Because I’m –Slap!- I’m a bad girl, Mistress!” Fluttershy answered.

A pause, her hand held high in preparation for a further strike. “Just… a bad girl?”

“A bad, dirty girl. Who only wants to make her Mistress happy!”

“Will you make your mistress happy?” A pinch came upon buttocks, right where skin still stung from the percussion of spanks.

“Oh, yes! I will!” Fluttershy swore.

“Then here is your chance to prove it,” Twilight said. “Get off of me- and down on your knees.”

The delighted housemaid hastened to oblige, falling down to her knees and gazing up at her mistress with star-struck eyes that shone with her adoration. The sight was absolutely endearing, a face so pure and innocent that Twilight wanted to soak it in. Goodness, Fluttershy was playing her role so well, and without anyone to guide her! How on earth she’d found the will to do this so wonderfully~!

“You are to pleasure me until I tell you to cease,” Twilight said, a slight lift of her body as she disposed of panties and tossed them at the awestruck girl’s feet. A stretching of her legs and her slit was spread wide, a meal made ready by a prepared soaking and now only awaiting the one who would dig in. “If you are… adequate enough, then I will let you remain.”

“Oh, Mistress, you’re so lovely…”

Midnight, however, took a far cooler view of things. Why are you this wet? Can’t you control yourself a little? You look desperate!

She’s beautiful, of course I’m attracted-

Force her face in there and make up for it already!

An internal groan and Twilight obliged, both hands grabbing tighly and shoving Fluttershy right in between her legs to see her held there; there would be no place to go, no chance of escape until she deemed the time ripe. Until then, Twilight would keep the lovesick housemaid in place, with only a dribbling flower to keep her company.

She could feel the first licks almost immediately- enough to make the supposed cold lady begin to struggle. Twilight hadn’t realized just how turned on she was by the whole performance; she’d been enraptured by Fluttershy’s innocence, a very thing that she prized in the real person. But this persona had been touched by raw sensuality, a fire… and to feel this sultry maid so eagerly diving deep into her folds! How her tongue lavished across every inch she could find, seeking not the finest of touches just yet but instead every droplet of juice she could taste. Despite her command to bring about the greatest of pleasures, the pitiful maid’s lust for her mistress demanded a bit of self-satisfaction. If she did not know her love’s flavor, drink deep of it, then all this would be for naught!

Keep her focused. She can get you off, can’t she?

A swift pull of hair, strong enough to make the housemaid pause. “Don’t play with your food, young lady,” Twilight commanded. “Eat it all up. Be a good girl, for once.”

A muffled sound came through; had Fluttershy given a giggle? Goodness, she might actually be enjoying this whole game more than her girlfriend had realized! The order was taken to heart and she dove in, lapping away fervently at wherever she could find. Mistress Twilight wished to be pleasured? Oh, the pleasures she would give! Despite their little play, Fluttershy’s deep familiarity with her fiancé’s favorite places could not be ignored and her tongue plied its trade across dribbling flesh wondrously. She licked in between labia and made Twilight grimace; another deep stroke down the depths put Fluttershy’s head in a vicegrip of thighs. Try as the great lady might to stick to her part, the delights she felt as her girlfriend continued to pour out her love was difficult to overcome.

Do NOT moan. I swear, if you moan…

A great, slow lather across the clit and Twilight had to hold back a gasp; Fluttershy took note of her mistress’ sudden joy and began to play with that sweet pearl as though it were candy, tongue licking away at every ounce she could manage. She was amazing; on any given day Fluttershy could be depended upon, but this was something perfect! Twilight had never concocted any sort of scenario like what her beloved had managed, but it was simply too arousing, too tempting- too hot! Oh, the sight of Fluttershy so sensuously adorned, lapping deep at the woman she loved and so deeply relishing this role~! Unable to withstand the tide, Twilight gave a slow, sigh of delight as she let the waves crash down and overwhelm her; once, twice, three times over. Fluttershy’s excellence had been more potent than she’d expected, impossible to resist. Twilight wanted nothing more than to simply float along in the waves and enjoy the sensation for a time, waiting for when that sweet angel would rise up and see her met with a kiss-

Oh no, don’t you drift off yet, Midnight chided. Make her clean you up first. Keep the game going!

“You might have just saved your career, clumsy girl,” Twilight remarked, trying her hardest not to sound like she’d been left breathless. “Now, continue with your cleaning. I won’t suffer you to make a mess. I might even reward you if you leave me spotless.”

A reward? Don’t wimp out, you’ve got to stick to your guns!

I am. I can be harsh the other way, can’t I?

Midnight paused, considering the suggestion. You’re getting into this, aren’t you? She asked.

The remark jolted Twilight from the dominant role, mindset vanishing and allowing her typical self to filter back in. I am just- it’s to make her happy! Besides, she needs some satisfaction out of this, too, it can’t just be all me!

You are a pitiful liar. I’m literally in your head.

There were reasons to continue protesting, but distractions down below were rather pressing. The tender licks of Fluttershy across sensitive flesh and folds was wonderful even to satisfied senses, roused nerves eager to continue feeling the wondrous work of such a loving, devoted partner- or in this case, a lovesick servant girl who had yet to be freed from her place between thighs. Not until Twilight was absolutely certain that there was not even the smallest drop to be found did she allow the beautiful maid to leave her place.

“Clumsy as you are…. You did well to pleasure me,” Twilight remarked, a half-smile on her lips as she took in the sight of her drenched, yet thoroughly delighted, housemaid. “This was not your first time making love to a woman, is it?”

“I- well… no, Mistress, it was,” Fluttershy answered, a tinge of red coming to her features. “I wanted you to be my… my first.”

“Oh my. How pitiful,” Twilight purred. “A fool’s hope, do you not think? That I would actually fall for you. The very idea!”

The poor housemaid winced but said nothing; eyes darted away to avoid the cold mockery that hounded yet brought electricity to her skin.

“But… you have been a good girl. Even if you are very foolish and clumsy,” Twilight said, rising from her place at the edge of the bed and slowly striding towards the awestruck woman. “And I do believe you have earned… just the smallest little reward.”

“A reward? Oh, Mistress, I- ah!” Twilight had offered no warning, no chance for the young maid to prepare her body for what came. Quick as a flash, Fluttershy was held against the dresser by the force of her mistress’ body, a hand snaking down behind darkened panties and already beginning to play. Fingers wasted no time, offered no subtlety or quiet beginnings; this was an act of dominance, an overwhelming mastery of female form that the lovesick housemaid had never known in all her life.

“There now… isn’t this what you wanted?” Twilight asked. Her fingerwork was masterful due to many lovely nights spent happily entwined, she desperate to please the girl she loved. Even if this moment consisted of something imaginary, she would not allow memory to be kept far away and incapable of adding to the fun. she loved to see Fluttershy twitch and struggle against her amorous efforts; there was the little squint of her right eye! And how her breaths would come in half-gasps, trying to hold on and enjoy the moment a little bit longer. “Do you want more?”

“Oh, Mistress! Please, it’s- it’s just- ooh…” Fluttershy would not let even the ecstasy break down her professionalism, unrelenting in her dedication to her part in this play. Twilight’s fingerwork knew exactly where to strike, precision strokes pulling at the depths of her folds until it was as though her very soul struggled to keep body in line. There was just so much to take in, so much pleasant feeling that could not be denied. How was she supposed to hold on and stem the tide?

“Mercy? Oh, my pitiful maid… mercy is for the weak,” Twilight snarled, absolutely delving deep and sending Fluttershy into an absolute bout of pained delight. She so desperately wanted to be satisfied, and yet to still hold fast; the effort was too much to take in, yet she wanted so much more! How could she not welcome the touch and pleasure of her mistress- but how could she withstand such a merciless touch? Those fingers would not ease their pluckings, not once would they hold back. Fluttershy was struggling like she’d never struggled before, and could not know whether or not she wished for it to continue-

“Consider this a lesson, my little maid,” Twilight said as she struck deep and brought about a cry of joy from the poor girl. “A reminder of what comes from being in my good graces. And if you do indeed love me, pitiful as you are… why not seek out my satisfaction?”

Unable to withstand the cruel assault, Fluttershy caved; she felt herself gush, incapable of holding the flow from nothing more than an absolute gush. Oh, how wonderful it was to be touched by this magnificent woman, made to do nothing less than suffer at her touch. No matter what came from such a beauty, whether it be beauty or pain, she would crave it all her life! Forever and ever, she would most certainly-

Twilight had not stopped, and she wasn’t sure just of how much she could withstand anymore. Her body felt exhausted, rubbed raw and struggling to actually keep up. With just how much she’d been demanded to endure, especially with the intensity, how was she supposed to withstand further? Fluttershy felt her tired muscles stiffen, the noxious fume of fear fill her lungs and send her heart to racing. She couldn’t take anymore, and Twilight was actually enjoying this level of control over her. There needed to be a way out, had to be a way out!

“Mff- Mmmf!” She couldn’t get her words free, the lips of her girlfriend pressing hard against her own as the roleplay continued. It was too much, and she was too weak to handle it! “Mmf- stop! No, I- wait, buttermilk! Buttermilk!”

Wait, no, that’s- that’s not fair! Midnight’s unhappy protest was the first clear signal to her brain that something was amiss. She was enjoying this voracious loving of Fluttershy too much, too desperate for an absolute ravishing. What sort of halt was there to be when there had never been one before but of exhaustion? She was not tired, simply energized! Fluttershy needed to be wholly consumed, made love to in every manner and form until there was nothing left~!

But there was the strange word that drew her conscious self out of the hunger, enough to be a reminder. This game was over, the play had ended; her role in this had to come to an end, lest she do real damage. She was no mistress, no cruel being- and this was the woman she loved! Forcing herself out of her part, Twilight returned to full consciousness and recognized herself again: Fluttershy was struggling, overcome and needing care. Her next part in this requested love was now coming. “OK! I’ll stop, I’ll- I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She pulled away, her heart sinking as she watched the poor angel she adored struggle to catch her breath…

“I… ooh… oh my…” Fluttershy staggered towards the bed before being guided to its depths by Twilight, spectacled woman clutching her girlfriend tight as the two sank back against the pillows. Physical affection that came at her ravished tempo was needed now, not any grand gesture. With little more than a gentle hand and a body upon which to rest, Fluttershy simply took time to catch her breath; the game had ended.

There was little said for quite a while, Twilight finding no reason to speak her mind until Flutterhsy deemed it necessary. This was not her place, not her choice; it would only be at Fluttershy’s behest that they continue on in their little world. A gentle touch, a quiet caress; wasn’t that all that was needed now? Now was a time for quiet.

Twilight felt the heartbeat of her fiancé slow, a sign that at last there was some progress being made. Perhaps now was the chance for her to say something. “You did a wonderful job,” she murmured. “A- amazing, really.”

“Umm… thank you,” Fluttershy replied. “For- for doing this. I know it must have been scary for you.”

Well… not too scary, was it? Midnight crowed. After all, didn’t we enjoy ourselves?

Just- just a bit, Twilight admitted, feeling a glow that was not quite her own. “I had- a little fun, I guess,” she replied. “I wasn’t too- you know, rough or anything, was I?”

“No. You were fine. Thank you for asking.” And for a little while longer, all the two knew was the gentle touch of one another. “Twilight?”

“Mhm?”

“Could… would it be OK if we try that again sometime? I- I had fun.”

She knew what she would be begged to answer; she could feel Midnight’s plundering call burning through her mind like fire, desperate for the answer that would see her lifeblood satisfied. But could she manage? Satisfy even deeper desires, let this thread be ridden all the way till the end? It was a tall task to manage- even if she’d actually enjoyed any of it, something she couldn’t quite answer yet. But Twilight knew that she would be asked again, by one she couldn’t stand and by one she loved more than anything in all the world. Maybe there was a way to make both happy, even if she wasn’t quite sure of what her real answer was just yet. But after tonight… couldn’t she try a little more?

With a little guidance –and a little patience- she certainly could.

Author's Note

I'm not sure how this came out, considering the subject material. AKA, a kink I've never done. But I did like writing it.

Enjoy, I guess. Happy Halloween!