Serving My Maid

I watched Derpy walk through the front door with her arms filled with bags. Her cheeks were flushed from carrying everything.

"Hi, Anon!" she called, kicking the door closed behind her. "I'm back! Could you please help me?"

I hurried over and took a few of the heavier bags from her grasp

We made our way toward the guest room. I opened the door for her.

"This is your new room, Derpy," I said, gesturing inside.

Derpy set down the bags on the bed. It was really happening - she was moving in with me. The room started filling with Derpy’s belongings.

I stood, watching as she unpacked. She accidentally dropped a pair of pink panties from the bag onto the floor. I pretended not to gawk at them.

She glanced at me, catching my gaze on her fallen panties, and then quickly bent down to pick them up.

"So, Anon. Tell me." She smiled mischievously. "What do you think about these panties? Are they cute?"

I could feel my cheeks burning at that question. She liked making me feel uncomfortable on purpose. "Yeah.. they're...cute," I managed to say.

I had noticed they were the same style of panties I had seen on her more than once.

"Why does she only wear these panties?" I wondered. "Does she have only one pair? That'd be...weird."

Derpy seemed to read my thoughts.

"Don't think, please, I'm some kind of piggy who only wears one pair over and over for her master! I just really like pink panties! I bought a bunch of the same ones because they’re so-o-o super cute!" To prove her point, she grabbed from her bag a few more pairs of exactly the same pink panties.

"See? A whole pack!" She proudly showed them to me.

I was unable to respond appropriately.

While Derpy was unpacking her things from her bags, I got bored, and I started daydreaming about her and her panties. Honestly, I didn't mind if she wore just one pair of pink panties every day for me.

In my fantasy, she walked into my bedroom a week later. Her cheeks were flushed, and there was a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes.

"Master," she said sweetly. "You told me to wear these panties all week, remember? And I did for you, Master!"

She lifted the hem of her skirt and revealed what she was wearing – a pair of her cute pink panties. I could see a few stains on them.

"Here they are," she said, pulling off her panties, stepping out of them and holding them up for my face to see. They were inside out. She was showing the dirty side where the scent of her urine still lingered.

She teasingly waved the panties in front of my face. "All dirty and worn for you, Master, just like you wanted. Do you want to smell them?"

Suddenly, Derpy snapped me out of my dream.

"Anon, do you mind if I use your shower? I’ve got to head to the university soon." She asked.

"Sure, no problem," I responded, trying to sound casual. My cock started to grow slowly in my pants from my little dream so I quickly returned to my room.

After Derpy moved in, our agreement with the maids agency didn't change. She still has to clean, cook, and do laundry at my home every three days. But the other days were her days off, which meant she didn't owe me anything. There was no point in having a maid to work every day since I live alone and I don't create a lot of mess.

But now she wasn’t just the maid anymore — she was also my housemate.

I thought if she lived in my home it would mean my house would be much cleaner than before. She would have more free time and her duties would be less of a problem. But as the days passed, I started noticing there was absolutely nothing changed!

It even started to feel as if she stopped caring entirely about her maid duties. I shouldn't think badly about Derpy, but I couldn’t help.

Derpy was playing on my PonyStation.

“Derpy,” I began cautiously, sitting down in the chair across from her, “have you noticed the house has been... a little messier lately?”

She glanced at me, pausing her game. “Messier? Hm, maybe a little. But don’t worry, Anon! Tomorrow’s my cleaning day — I’ll handle everything then!” she excused.

But tomorrow would come, and though she cleaned, it never felt like enough.

Empty snack wrappers could mysteriously appear on the coffee table, and her things could be everywhere — her books stacked on the coffee table, her sneakers casually tossed by the door.

I decided to check her room, while she was at her university. Her bedsheets were tangled up in a messy heap, clothes strewn about, empty soda cans littered on her desk. And then, something caught my eye - a white sports T-shirt tossed carelessly on the floor by her bed. I couldn’t resist the urge to examine it.

So, I bent down, picked it up, brought it to my nose, and took a deep breath. It smelled like her, that sweet, faintly floral scent I'd come to associate with Derpy. But there was something else – a hint of her sweat.

I could imagine Derpy wearing this t-shirt, her body moving as she exercised, the fabric clinging to her skin, damp with sweat… I felt a stirring in my pants at the thought.

I came toward the door, ensuring it was closed tightly.

And then,I lifted off my pants and pulled out my already erect cock. I held her t-shirt up to my nose again, taking another deep breath of Derpy's intoxicating scent. I stroked myself faster enjoying the smell.

I imagined Derpy standing before me, fresh from a sweaty workout at the gym. Her white T-shirt clung to her curves, soaked through with perspiration.

My cock throbbed in my hand as I pictured the thin fabric molding to her breasts and the flat planes of her stomach...

I imagined her turning around, giving me a coy look over her shoulder as she slowly bent during her gym workout.

"Ohhhh!" I groaned, my cock jerking as hot cum erupted from the tip, spraying in thick ropes onto a tissue held beneath it.

I slumped back against her bed for a moment, gasping.

The waves of pleasure receded and my breathing returned to normal, I felt an overwhelming sense of shame wash over me.

I returned her shirt to its place on the floor and hurriedly cleaned myself up.

Derpy was my maid (and housemate), not a lover. And I used her clothes without her permission like some kind of weird creep. She could be furious if she caught me, and then she might hate me!

In the evening, as I sat in my room typing on my laptop, Derpy strolled in holding my Luntendo Switch. She twirled it playfully in her hands, her big, golden eyes alight with joy.

"Anon," she began, "can I borrow your Switch? Just for a little while? Pleeease!?" She leaned on the last word, tilting her head in a way that made it hard to refuse.

I looked up, mildly annoyed by her sudden request. "Uh, sure," I replied. "Just return it to me this evening, alright?"

She grinned, giving me a quick thumbs-up before disappearing back into her room. Her footsteps faded, leaving me to my work.

At first, I didn’t think much of it. Sharing my Switch with Derpy seemed harmless — kind of cute, even.

But that “little while” quickly turned into her habit.

After a long day of work, all I wanted was to relax with Luntendo Switch. I hadn’t been able to do so in a while since Derpy had started borrowing it so often.

I walked into the living room and found Derpy sprawled out on the couch, watching TV. On the coffee table sat my Luntendo Switch, which she had “forgotten” to return.

I grabbed and powered it on and saw the familiar home screen come into my view. But something felt off.

There was the second account with new avatar and a title:

'MissRobotnik'

“You... made a second account?” I said, confused.

"MissRobotnik" was probably a reference to Robotnik from 'Ponic the Hedgehog', a show she liked.

Clearly, this was the influence of studying at the university’s math faculty. I had seen math and machine learning books scattered across her room earlier.

She probably dreamed of working with AI or robotics.

How did she even enter University? In Equestria, it's possible for a simple village girl like Derpy thanks to the Special Intense Equestrian Educational Program, which is very different from other countries.

It so happens that in other countries, if you want to be middle class, have a car, a big house for 3 children, you need to finish university and get a job at one of the monopoly companies.

Monopoly doesn't need a lot of people, so you have to compete with others from the cradle.

You would have crammed an array of subjects — some essential, others utterly unnecessary while your life passed by you.

You would have spent your entire childhood and youth buried in studies, attending tutoring sessions paid for by your constantly working, busy, tired parents to pass exams and have a chance to enter University.

You would have taken out a big loan, then a mortgage, spending the rest of your life repaying bills, feeling like a squirrel in a wheel (in this absurd system). Where is the time to live, to find yourself?

And even if you graduated from university, there would be no guarantee of employment, leaving you living in poverty with debt.

You can protest, not study and work in other professions, but you will work for food.

And If you get sick and are treated in a hospital, we will be saddled with a huge debt that you will never be able to pay off.

Equestria prioritizes the well-being of its citizens, not the well-being of corporations.

In Equestria, the philosophy is simple: a person working in their true calling will contribute far more to society than someone who spends half their life studying a field they chose by mistake.

The young have the time to truly live and discover their passions.

Schoolchildren and students focus on one subject at a time – dedicating an entire month to mathematics, for example, before moving on to the next subject.

Not six different subjects in a single day, with week-long gaps in between.

This simple yet intense approach is one of the pillars of Equestria’s success. But in other countries, it seems like the education system is purposely designed to be very ineffective.

In Equestria, schooling ends early, at the age of 14 or 15, instead of 18. The curriculum isn’t bloated with unnecessary knowledge for the sake of it.

Focused, intensive lessons in a single subject are more effective for learning than juggling six different subjects at once.

Education in Equestria is free because finding new specialist teachers and providing school buildings isn’t a challenge for any country, even poor ones, that truly have a purpose for the well-being of its citizens .

A trained, working specialist in their field quickly repays the investment in their education through their contributions.

So, Derpy had enough time to decide what she wanted to work in the AI field, surprising everyone.

Derpy glanced back at me with a sheepish smile. “Oh, yeah! I didn’t want to mess up your saves, so I figured it’d be better to make my own.”

It felt that she hadn’t just borrowed the console. She claimed my lovely Luntendo Switch as a cat claimed its territory by pissing on the tree!

And I felt annoyed and... a pleasant tingling in my stomach. She didn’t ask if I minded. But honestly, I liked that she did. But I had gotten used to playing in bed every evening, and now she started occupying it every night, too(

Evening came, and as usual, Derpy was sprawled out on the couch, completely absorbed in some "Ponic" game she was playing on my Luntendo Switch.

I stood in the doorway. This had become my routine before sleeping — one that she’d completely taken over now.

She wore a faded T-shirt with a cartoon pony character on the front, and a pair of simple pink panties.

Her bare legs were covered in colorful, childish socks, resting on my coffee table.

"Shouldn't she be wearing more than just... that?" I thought to myself.

"Aw, Anon?" She paused the game and turned her head to look at me with a playful glint in her eyes.

"Derpy," I began, "you've been hogging the Switch every night. I got used to playing before bed, but I haven't touched it in days."

"Aaa! Are you upset about your lovely toy being stolen by your favorite maid? Poor master," she smirked, leaning further back into the couch.

Then, she boldly stretched out her legs, wiggling her toes. With a smirk that made my stomach twist, she said, 'Well, if you’re so upset, how about this? You can sit here and massage my feet while I play. Does that sound fair?

She slipped off her socks, revealing those tantalizingly pink toes, and wiggled her toes again at me, offering a clear invitation.

The sight was so hypnotic.

I reached out, gently wrapping my fingers around one of her feet. She giggled softly as I began to massage it, her eyes watching me sometimes from her game.

"I wouldn’t mind if you kissed them too. Don’t be shy!" she teased.

I gently kissed her big toe, feeling the warmth on my lips. She had a faint scent of lavender soap on her. Unfortunately for me, she’d already taken a bath, so I couldn't savor her "natural" scent.

"Mmm," she purred.

I slowly ran my tongue along the arch of her foot. She let out a little giggle, her toes curling under my touch.

I glanced at Derpy’s legs. They were a little hairy – something I hadn’t really noticed before. Usually, she wore stockings or jeans, but now, with just her favorite pink panties on, I could see the dark hairs scattered across her skin.

It seemed Derpy just had stopped shaving her legs. She didn’t care about the hair on her legs anymore.

"Did I really think maids had to be smooth and perfect all the time?" I wondered, feeling a little upset with myself.

This fur on her legs felt like a subtle sign of her dominance in my house. It felt like a declaration that she was in charge here, and that she didn’t feel the need to please anyone, not even me. There were far more interesting things to do, like playing games on my consoles or watching TV. Strangely, I liked that. And it was a little arousing from that thought.

My dick stirred in my pants as I worshiped her feet. Derpy was completely absorbed in her game, while I humbly licked and kissed her toes. It wasn't as unpleasant as last time. A little salty, slightly sweet taste from the soap.

But suddenly, she looked down at me with her half-lidded eyes, brimming with pleasure and warmth. "You are such a good puppy, Anon! Licked all my tired footies. Maybe we could make it our routine?" She said and giggled, giving me a head pat that made me feel like an actual dog.

I felt both humiliation and pleasure intertwining within me.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it ended. She set down my Switch and stood up, leaving me kneeling.

"It's time for sleep. I need to go to the University tomorrow morning. Goodnight, Anon." She said, walking away from me towards her room.

She had left me alone with my Luntendo Switch, but I had no desire to play now.

Tonight, I would like to do something "inappropriate" with my erected penis in my bedroom, thinking about her.