Maid Just for the Readers

(Before you read: I fully realize that this chapter is NOWHERE near as "good" as the first. This was just some pointless schlock that was written for the sole purpose of the story segueing easily into the last chapter.)

Your work day has been anything but pleasant. Given the circumstances you had encountered the morning before you left, your focus wasn't exactly on work. You found yourself commonly blacking out or staring into space, the two sub-humans who were watching your house filling your mind. Several times throughout the day, your boss had warned you that he would demote you if you didn't shape up.

You are now on your drive home. Your free weekend was about to begin. Instead of planning out things for you and your friends to do, the only things that you can think about are Twilight and Rarity. Specifically, the deal that you had made with them earlier. You had come to the conclusion earlier that you would would not be having sex with them, despite giving them your word.

As you approach your home, you're relieved to see that it is not on fire or anything of the sort, meaning that Twilight and Rarity were able to maintain their end of the deal. You pull into your driveway, exit your car, and set out for your door.

Upon opening it, you're almost instantly hit with the very pungent smell of freshly baked snacks. Curious of what the smell's source is, you set out for you kitchen. You half expect to find one of the two quarter-ponies who had taken up residence in your home standing in your kitchen upon entering. However, you're surprised when you enter and see neither of them. What you DO see, however, is a tray of warm cookies with a note on top of them resting atop one of your counters. You make your way to them.

You reluctantly pick up one of the cookies, and take a bite. Your shocked when the sweet flavor of chocolate and a slight hint of cinnamon fills your mouth. They're delicious, which comes as a surprise, given where they came from. After ingesting more than you'd like to admit, you pick up the note.

It is a neatly formatted, spell checked, and hand written note. It is obvious that Twilight penned it while Rarity made the cookies. The note only consists of a few lines of text. You waste no time reading them.

Hope you had a good day a work, master. We made you some dessert in case you're hungry. After you're finished eating, please come to your bedroom for another 'welcome home' gift.

You take a moment to consider the note's usage of the word "master", as opposed to your name. However, upon realizing that you never actually told Twilight your name, you dismiss that thought. You then decide that the best course of action to take from here is to follow the note's instructions and head to your bedroom.

You fully realize that they're most likely in your bedroom, legs spread far apart, awaiting your arrival. You feel as if you should tell them that you have no interest in having sex with them sooner than later. Your hear beats more and more rapidly  as you walk up the stairs to your bedroom. Upon getting close enough to it to hear inside, you immediately make out what sounds like somber jazz music. The kind that usually plays in erotic media. This only serves to make you even more nervous.

When you reach the door, you give a sigh, swallow your decency, and enter.

The first thing you see inside is your CD player resting upon a chair parallel to the door. This must have been where the music was coming from. How these two know how to operate a CD player, you don't know. Frankly, you don't care.

"Look! He's home!" You hear from your bed.

This sentence turns your attention to your bed. You almost jump in surprise upon observing the two figures that rest upon it. Obviously, it's Twilight and Rarity, but the clothing that they brandish, or more, the lack of clothing, comes as an unpleasant surprise.

The two of them lay on your bed, completely stripped of their french maid outfits. The only covering that the two boast is lace underwear, but even it doesn't serve to censor much. You try to form words. However, just like in your kitchen earlier that day, the pure shock of the situation makes it difficult.

Suddenly, Twilight stands up and begins approaching you. You want to tell her not to come close to you, but you can't find the words. When she is a few steps away, she flashes you a smile, before grabbing your arm. You trip over your words as you try to pull away. Something in you, however, prevents you from putting your full force into a tug towards freedom. She slowly walks you over to the bed. You can tell by the rapid shaking of her hand that she's just as nervous as you.

She stops you when you're in front of the bed, before perching upon it and pulling you down to it, as well. The trajectory of her tug on your arm causes you to fall on top of Rarity. She flashes you a half lidded stare and a seductive smile.

"So..." She says, slowly. "Want to help finish our studies?"

That was it. You jump up, off of the bed without hesitation. Rarity looks genuinely confused, as  does Twilight.

"What's wrong?" Twilight asks. "Did we come on to suddenly?"

You place a hand over your face and sigh, before speaking up. You tell them that you can't bring yourself to have sex with them. You tell them that it doesn't matter how human they are, it would still be bestiality. Rarity looks at you, disappointment washed over her face.Twilight does the same, only with a quizzical, somewhat curious expression. You then tell them that they're more than welcome to stay at your home until their studies are complete, before exiting the room.

The disappointed, almost sad look on Rarity's face makes you feel somewhat bad for not staying true to your word. However, you realize that you did the right thing. It would be immoral, wrong, and messed up beyond belief to engage in sexual activity with those two.

3 hours have passed since your house guest's attempt to seduce you. These hours had been ones of awkward space between you three.

You set out for your computer. Usually, the only use that it got was gaming, or the occasional visit to YouTube or FimFiction.net. This time, however, you were going to look into this situation. You search several things along the lines of "Can fictional worlds constitute as alternate universes?" and "Is Multiverse Travel possible?". All that you received from your searches were Ask.Com and Wikipedia articles, nothing of use.

Your train of thought is disturbed upon hearing faint footsteps behind you. You look in the reflection of your computer screen to see Rarity standing in the doorway of the room that you're in, with Twilight slowly approaching you. You notice that they're in their french maid outfits again, a sight that puts a bittersweet taste in your mouth. You give an irritated "hello" to Twilight.

"Oh...Hello, master!" She says, seemingly surprised that you noticed her.

You consider pointing out that she once again used the term "master", but you figure that it won't make a difference. You decide to let it pass. You state that you don't want to see her or Rarity due to what they had attempted a few hours ago, before asking Twilight what her intentions are.

"I'm just...Walking around. Pondering...Your home." She replies, awkwardly.

It is plain as day that she has something planned. You look at her to see that her left arm is being held behind her back. You ask what she has in her left hand. She responds by voicing something inaudibly, but the movements of her lips indicate that she said "horse apples". She turns to Rarity, who flicks her wrist in a manner that indicates that she's telling Twilight to carry on with what she's doing. Twilight nods her head, before turning back to you.

"Just some...Pictures that me and Rarity took in the last 3 hours." Twilight says.

You ask them how they know how to operate a camera. Quickly after, however, you realize that they used the Polaroid camera that you keep in your china cabinet. The Mare-Do-Well episode clearly displayed that ponies know how to use these, so you quickly withdraw this question. You change it to a question on what the contents of the pictures are.

She gulps. "Why don't you find out for yourself?" She asks, obviously trying to act seductive.

Twilight hands you the small stack of photographs. You first, before looking at the contents themselves, examine how many photos that there are total. There are 3. You give a glance at Twilight, who stands sudo-innocently, before turning the stack around to face the graphic side. The picture that you are slapped in the face with almost makes you drop the stack.

The first picture boasts an overhead shot of Rarity laying flat in your bed, her arms resting behind her head for extra support. She is stripped almost completely, just like she was earlier in your bedroom.. The most alarming thing about the picture is the pose that her lower body boasts. She lay flat, as previously mentioned, with her legs separated far apart. She would be entirely exposed, if not for a pair of red lace underwear with a heart decal in the center censoring her from the viewer. A seductive expression is washed over her face.

You look up at Twilight, who is now grinning nervously. You then look around her to observe Rarity, who is observing intently. Her eyes lock with your's from across the room.

"Do you like what you see?" She voices, inaudibly. You are able to read her lips, however.

You make no effort to hide your disgust with what the two have presented you with. You ask the non-abbreviated version of "WTF?", before attempting to hand the photos back to Twilight.

"Don't give them back yet." She says, while pushing your hand away. "You haven't finished looking at them."

You tell her that you have absolutely no intent of looking at the rest of the photos. You once again attempt to hand them back to her.

"Oh...Please?" She asks, trying too hard to seem cute.

It's obvious at this point that Rarity employed Twilight, the more innocent of the two of them, to use that trait against you. To act cute and innocent, while at the same time delving lower than before. While this strategy doesn't exactly work, you just want to be left alone. You figure that the best way to attain solitude is to buy into their act. You sigh in annoyance, before flipping to the next picture.

This one could be considered more or less vulgar by the viewer, depending on opinion. It boasts Twilight, clothed as little as she was earlier, standing in front of a mirror. The pose that she's in indicates that she's supposed to appear as if she's admiring herself, and it's clear that the mirror is present so that you can see her entire body.

You groan in an equal mix of frustration and downright confusion. You don't understand how Twilight Sparkle, the studious, uptight, new princess of Equestria could sink this low. You give your mind a few moments to let the thought of her doing this all for a kingdom sink in. You almost laugh upon thinking the hilarious thought of Celestia presenting her with something like a single acre of run-down land and saying "Here's your kingdom. Enjoy." You snap out of your slightly sadistic thought process , and flip to the next picture.

While this one, the last one, displays the least provocative imagery of the three, what it implies makes it easily the most vulgar of them all. It displays Rarity laying in your bathtub, her entire body except for her head and shoulders being hidden by the rim of the tub. Her eyes seem ready to roll out of her head. Her cheeks shine a vibrant red. Her mouth hangs agape and her tongue hangs out of it. Her shoulder is positioned in a way that implies that her hand is somewhere below her stomach. It doesn't take you long to realize what she's doing in the photo.

You, without saying a word, push the photos back at Twilight, causing them to scatter in 3 different directions.

"M-Master!" She says, trying to catch the three scattered photos.

You stand up. You shoot Twilight a glance, before turning to Rarity. She still stands in the doorway, only now her expression is one of somewhat concern. You begin a brisk walk towards the door. Rarity makes no effort to move. When you reach the doorway, and her, you swiftly shove the door in a manner that will allow you to pass through it without touching Rarity.

Upon exiting the room, you hear the two begin conversation. You stand near the door so that you can hear what they have to say. What they talk of comes as no surprise.

"He seemed pretty angry." Twilight says. "What do we do now?"

"We just have to try harder. No one can be persuaded to do something without a bit of coaxing." Rarity replies, confidently.