Obedience (Undergoing Revisions)
Maid to Serve
Written by UmbrellaCorps
Original Story Created by Pajama Pudding
Present Day
The chiming of the great-grandfather clock echoed loudly throughout the office, echoing off paintings on the surrounding walls. The time of day had set to four o'clock in the afternoon, the angle of sun-rays passing through the windows confirmed the time to one of the occupants in the room — a single mare lying on a couch watching the time pass by. Her face held no emotions, which masked the burning pain that flowed through her heart and body.
Her thoughts were currently occupied with recent events — events that she tried and failed to forget.
'How could I have been so blind?' She asked herself. ’I shouldn’t have let this go on the way it did; had I been more careful, all of this could have been prevented.'. It was an endless battle between her emotions; sadness, anger, depression — all of these continued to grow unstable and threatened to drive her crazy.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and exhaled through gritted teeth to try and control herself. She didn't want to feel any of these raw emotions; she needed to focus on something else.
So she took her thoughts in a different direction, seeking for memories to keep her calm. She had a hard time keeping control as she racked her memories for anything that could help. Suddenly, an idea came to mind and she went back to memories before the incident, back to simpler times.
She remembered when they became friends, when they went out on their first date together at Donut Joe's in Eastern Canterlot, where they had their first kiss..She remembered when it was just the two of them having fun and enjoying eachothers’ company.
Then her memories skipped forward years later, when they started having sex; she could still remember how awkward the first time was. It was a messy and embarrassing moment, but it was fun and soon after, they started experimenting with all types of sexual acts. There was the good, the bad, and then there was the downright horrible.
Her lips pursed as she recalled the decision to fuck in Princess Luna's chambers. The idea of having sex in their fellow Princess’ bed made them apprehensive at first, but when it came down to it, they were willing to risk it for the thrill.
The moment Luna walked in on them going at like two jack-rabbits in her bed and the expression on her face when she caught them red-hoofed…
Her ears folded back, she could still feel the ringing in her ears when Luna screamed bloody-murder.
...She regretted nothing.
Pushing that memory aside, she dug into the other memorable moments, smiling with each passing memory until she stumbled upon the the memory of that night, that one night three years ago, and her breath hitched in her throat.
She could remember everything like it was yesterday; when they decided to try a little something new in the bedroom, one that promised a fun and pleasurable night of love making. Her heart ached when she thought about what transpired afterwards — what would become the harbinger to a whole set of problems and the consequences that followed. It landed her straight back into a depressive state, her breath hitched as the shaking started. It served to remind her of how disgusting and damaged she was.
'How...' she thought, 'How could I have been so stupid?! Why couldn't we have just tried something else?’ tears were building up in her eyes, ‘Why did I let it get this far? I knew I shouldn't have-'
The sound of someone clearing their throat brought her attention to the other pony in presence and she quickly wiped away the tears in her eyes. A unicorn mare of middle-age sat across from her in a high-quality chair; she had an apricot tail and mane with bits of grey poking out, her mane tied up in a tight bun that held an extra foot-length of hair back, and a well-groomed, deep-orange coat that contrasted with her teal eyes that showed off experience and wisdom, which were currently covered with a pair of reading glasses. On her lap was a clipboard with several pieces of parchment and a quill, her face emitting calmness and patience as she made notes.
The older mare paused for a moment to adjust her glasses with her magic before focusing on the other mare in the room. She held a lenient look on her face as she held the gaze at her for a few seconds, before resuming her writing. This made the mare sitting on the couch squirm as she felt uncomfortable, she tried adjusting her posture to a more relaxing position. It didn't help.
Giving up on a comfortable position, the mare decided to gave the room a proper. Bookshelves on one side lined with an impressive amount collection of literature and trinkets, most focusing on the nature of Psychology, some classic stories, some cheesy romance novels, and a whole lot of thesaurus' and dictionaries. One corner of the room held an expensive-looking desk, with everything on top organized properly, and in the other corner sat an expensive cabinet. And finally, in the center of the room, was a set of expensive chairs and a couch, all huddled around a coffee table which was, you guessed it, expensive!
She continued her observation towards the windows, but it was difficult to see out with the way the light was reflecting off of the glass. With a sigh, she cast a glance back towards the mare.
The orange mare hadn't said anything to her since she arrived in her office, only to tell her to take a seat and started taking notes the rest of the time quietly. Not a single peep from either of them. A thick air of tension shrouding the two ponies, well, mostly around her, as they sat in silence, a quill scratching across parchment being the only other sound in the room besides her shaky breaths.
Finally, after what felt like hours, only to be ten minutes, the orange mare placing her quill down and held a neutral face. "Do you know why you're here?"
The question came out suddenly and the mare being questioned could only stare down at her hooves, rubbing them together nervously. She brought her head up a moment later, "Yes."
"You understand what you did that brought you to me, correct?" The older mare held her emotionless look, which seem to make her even more nervous.
"...Y-yes."
A nod, "Can you tell me when this incident occurred?"
"A-about three y-years ago, Doctor Remedy."
"Please, just Remedy." With the words spoken, Remedy's face softened into a warm smile as she continued, "Now, can you describe to me what occurred and why you're here?"
The mare swallowed the lump in her throat before answering, "I did something... t-terrible. Unforgivable."
Remedy gave a nod and began to write a few words down on her parchment. A moment later she placed her quill down, folding her arms. "Explain to me what went wrong."
This was the question she loathed since showing up in Remedy’s office. She couldn't describe that so easily. Words couldn't ease the pain held in her chest. It wasn't easy trying to explain the situation with these horrible feelings that wrapped around her. In fact, she was afraid of answering the question.
She took a deep breath and exhaled, struggling to calm her nerves, "I-I..." she choked up, her throat tightening as she tried to speak.
"Take your time, sweetheart. I'm not here to berate or rush you. What you say here is completely confidential between us." Her words came out warm and soothing, calming the nerves on the mare sitting across from her. A kind smile gracing Remedy's face, giving off confidence and reassurance that whatever she had to say would stay safe between them.
She felt better hearing those words from the doctor, but only a little. Small thoughts continue to hang around her mind. How could she tell her? It was damn near impossible to think about it without locking up, let alone talk about it. How was she going to explain herself? She didn't know how to explain, but she wasn't going to sit here all day thinking about it. She had to say something.
Clearing her throat, she spoke in a shaky voice, "What h-happened between us w-was suppose to be s-special." It wasn't much to go on, but it was a start. "I... I was willing t-to try something new. Something fun, something... exciting f-for both of us." A pregnant pause following after her brief explanation, words failing to escape her mouth as she closed her eyes, recalling the memory of that night.
Both of them were laying in bed, trying out a new form of love making. She can remember how hot and intense their love session brought between them. She remembered how sweaty and sticky they were from hours and hours of hardcore sex. A shudder ran down her body, her nethers starting to heat up, making her body warm and tingly. The memory alone made her feel better, not a lot, but enough to keep her mind in order. With tiny confidence, she opened her eyes and caught the doctor's, her words came out without a stutter. "We've done plenty of activities with each other in the past, but after a while they started getting a little stale."
Remedy was nodding her head in understanding, "What kind of activities, if I might add?"
And just like that, her confidence went down.
She really didn't want to answer that question this early into their first session, but she brought it on herself. With nervous smile, she gazed back at the therapist, "Well, you see," she paused, trying to piece together the proper words, "w-we were exploring and trying out different types of... sexual acts or fetishes as their called."
"Fetishes," the orange mare repeated. "I see." She was nodding once again, levitating her quill onto parchment and sketching down notes. She looked back up briefly with a small smirk, "So, you two wanted to spice up your sex life?" The mysterious mare nodded awkwardly. "Can you describe to me what you two did exactly?"
She couldn't stop squirming in her chair after that, she REALLY didn't want to talk to her about that. Not only did she feel embarrassment by the question, she also felt sick, because it serves as a constant reminder to the problem she was having in the first place.
Remedy could sense the nervous atmosphere around the mare and raised her hoof, "I know these questions are difficult, but such questions are necessary for me to understand your situation better. I want to help you, but only you can let me."
The mare closed her eyes once again and held her breath. She tried to curve around the question, avoid confronting the truth. But she couldn't do it anymore, she was here for one reason; to heal, to try and amend the damages she caused - and the only way to do that, was to tell her everything.
With one final breath and exhale, the mare straightened her posture and looked the therapist directly in her eyes. "I used a transformation spell to turn myself into a stallion, t-then I used it on my husband t-to make him a mare and used another spell t-that made him... submissive." It all came out in a rush.
Remedy raised an eyebrow at her, leaning forward in her seat. "Submissive?" she asked, her notes briefly forgotten. "What kind of spell did you use on your husband?"
A loud gulp came from the mare across the room. "I-it's called the Persona-Spell. It m-makes the receiver submissive to the will of others. Basically, it overwrites the user's free will and a-alters their thinking patterns to match the request and o-order their given. L-like if someone was under the control of the spell and I told them to act like, lets say a teenage mare, the spell manipulates their mind and tricks them into believing they're actually a teenager. If I told them to be their normal selves, they revert back to their personality and are fully aware of what they went through afterwards. It's s-simply an illusion being projected through their brain.
"I-it was the perfect s-spell to use f-for our role-play. I-I figured it would be fun and... a-and harmless to use on S-S-Shiny." She shut her eyes tight and hung her head in shame, tears rushing down her face.
Remedy could only nod in understanding. The mare could tell she cares deeply about her husband, even if recent events may prove otherwise. This was tough for her and everyone else involved. She knew this was breaking the poor mare's heart just talking about it, but how else was she going to explain it? Remedy was the only mare so far that would listen to everything she had to say and help her through it. It was going to be a long process, but in time she'll get better.
Using her magic, she brought her notes over and began to write down the latest information. This next question was going to be difficult, but she needs to know, she has to know everything about this situation if she was going to be able to help this mare. With her notes aside, she held her breath for a few seconds, then with a light exhale, she asked her next question,
"Ms Cadance, how submissive was your husband?"
Six Months ago, The Royal Couple's Chamber
Lord Armor laid back into his massive bed, moaning with pleasure from the oral treatment he was receiving from the small mare in front of him. The mare herself was bobbing her head up and down in perfect rhythm, giving him a nice hard suck and coating his cock in a thick layer of saliva. She was fellating him with precision and eagerness, dragging her tongue along his rigid, veiny cock, with a few licks here and there, pleasuring him to no end. When she came to the top, she would give a nice, quick lick to his tip, then when she came down she would stick her tongue out and run it along his medial ring.
"S-such a good little slut." He moaned out as the mare beneath him continued her assault. She could only smile around the cock in her mouth, or at least try; whenever Lord Shining praised Lowly for her hard work, it made her happy and filled her with pride.
It's always nice when she's sent to the Royal Chamber to clean up the room and suck her Master's fat cock. Everyday, she'd come down to his room, where he tells her to get down on her plot and give him a quick blowjob, or have her bend over on top of the bed and give her a nice, hard, dicking - if she earned it, that is.
"You're such a cock-loving whore. I, Hngh, bet you love it when I call you n-names, don't you bitch?" She did love it when he called her names, it made her soaking wet, as evident to the puddle of juices beneath her plot.
It's been weeks since she last gave him a blowjob, and she could feel how pent up Master has gotten, with the way he fidgets around on the bed as she nurtures his cock, it serves to prove of the build up of unspent cum in his balls.
With a quick slurp, she dislodge the cock from her mouth and went to work on his black orbs, both big enough to fit one on each hoof. She took her tongue and worked it around the underside, dragging it along the sensitive skin that connected his balls to his the rest of his body, then took one of his nuts in her mouth and went to town, moaning between each suck and slurp.
Lord Armor groaned loudly as he squirmed with untold amounts of pleasure. 'Jackpot,' she thought. With pride guiding her on, she continued to stimulate his right nut before moving on to the other, licking up the sweet sweat that clung on from a hard day's work. This kept going on for a few minutes, switching between each nut, licking and gulping them in her mouth, all while his cock swung back and forth, dragging around her face and mane.
Satisfied with her work, she spat his nut out and went back to his cock, taking all fourteen inches down her throat with ease. A shudder ran through Lord Armor's body as she deep-throated him with expert skills. Sucking cock was like second nature to her.
Before, Lowly Servant used to be an amateur when it came to blowjobs. For the first few months as a maid, she only knew so much just from pleasing him and a few servants. She wasn't exactly the best when it came to giving oral, but she didn't want to disappoint, so she devoted her free time and sick days to building up her oral skills, finding any stallions and mares willing to take a quickie. Learning was a slow, hard process, one that took dedication and patience, but her time spent eating out maids and blowing servants boosted her experience far quicker than she thought was possible, and her skills got even sharper the day the guards got word of the slutty maid from the Servant's Quarters.
Ever since, she's been sucking, slurping, and fucking each and every staff member that came to her, every single day for three years, giving them the best damn orgasms of their lives. Even ambassadors visiting from fellow nations got a piece of her. By now, she's fucked almost half the castle staff five times over and she loved it!
If they told her to lick or suck them off, she’d do it; if they commanded her to give them a show, she’d start masturbating; if they wanted to fuck, she’d lift her tail up.
It would have been better had the majority of stallions she pleasured fucked her, rather than stick their cocks down her throat. Blowjobs weren’t bad on most occasions, but having a stallion fuck her now-and-again wouldn’t be bad either.
Partly because it felt good, but mainly because it was the only way she could get off thanks to one of the enchantments inside her cunt, but that was beside the point.
Lowly held extreme pride for being the Castle whore, because nopony else was willing to do it like her. Well, as willing as a slut goes.
'It's a shame none of the other maids share my interests,' she thought, pausing in her oral treatment. 'We could make one heck of a team!'
Problem was, however, some members of the castle didn’t agree with her sexual-exploits and would find the time of day to voice their disapproval for Lowly’s actions, which didn’t make sense to her as to why they would say these things. Sex was part of who she was, and, in her line of duty, servicing staff-members was her way of helping them relieve pent-up stress. They, however, didn’t see it that way. All they saw was a pathetic mare trying to get attention drawn to her.
Their words shouldn’t have bothered her at all, but when you got a whole group of ponies surrounding you with their negativity and disappointment, it can be overwhelming.
...But that was three years ago, and they didn’t bother her anymore; she was used to the negativity by now. Doesn’t mean they stopped, though.
She pushed her thoughts aside and focused on the cock that was pushing its way into her mouth. 'I shouldn't be distracting myself while sucking Master's cock. Don’t want to make him angry!'
She gave a long, hard suck on the tip of his cock, pulling her mouth off with a loud 'pop!' then took it back in, only to do it again, and again. The stallion beneath her was squirming with incredible amounts of pleasure, enjoying the wonderful fellatio she was giving. She kept doing this a few more times before diving down to the base of his cock, making loud slurping noises and moaning as she continues her assault on the royal scepter, now rubbing a hoof along his sack.
Shining could only lay back with a goofy grin as Lowly was giving him one hell of a blowjob. A deep moan left his mouth as he sat there, staring down his muzzle and watching her. The mare's eyes shot up to meet her Lord's, her bangs slightly obscuring her view as she met his face, which still held that same grin.
Shining couldn't help but chuckle as he was rubbing her mane with a hoof. "Such a sweet little cock sucker. Master is very pleased with his slut."
This brighten her up considerably and she doubled her effort to get him off, placing her hooves on the base of his cock and stroking him, desperate to get some of his cum. Shining was moaning so loud afterwards, almost loud enough for the other guards outside his Chamber doors to hear. Luckily, they were in the bedroom, which was covered in a sound-dampening field that silences any sounds, inside and out. A precaution made from Cadance for their privacy. After all, nobody wants to hear their Princess scream in ecstasy as her Prince ruts her silly.
He was getting close to his impending orgasm, Lowly knew right away. She's sucked him off enough times to know when and how long he'll last, and already she can sense that this one was going to be a big one. She put all of her strength and agility into stroking, sucking, licking, tonguing, everything she could do to make him cum fast. She was hungry and she was going to get some of that tasty, hot seed inside of her tummy.
He held back as much as he could, but there was no way he can hold out any longer. He grabbed her by the back of her head and slammed her muzzle into his crotch, his scream echoing throughout the room as he pumped shot after shot of highly potent seed deep into Lowly's mouth. The slutty maid moaned loudly as she felt his orgasm shooting deep down her throat, his sticky cum traveling down and into her belly. With each shot of cum her pussy would tingle, buckets full of arousal practically dripping out of her and onto the marble floor. More and more cum shot out and was quickly filling her up, his virile seed starting to overflow around his cock and out of her mouth, dripping off her chin. Slowly, his orgasm died down and with it, he let go of her head, letting her pull his cock out until the tip was left inside and letting the remaining bits of cum squirt onto her tongue. She savored the taste of his delicious seed. Sweet and tasty, just how she likes it.
Slowly, he pulled the rest of his cock out of her mouth and one last bit of cum shot out and splattered all over her mouth and muzzle. He watched her giggle as she felt the warm, sticky cum running down her face and started licking it up, then moved forward and proceeded to clean his flaccid cock. When all was done, she brought her eyes back up with a sweet, innocent little smile on her face and saw him sporting a wicked grin.
"My, my. Such a needy little slut, are we? I haven't had a good suck in such a long time." He said.
Lowly's smile turned into a grin. "Thank you, Milord! It was my pleasure to service you!"
"Oh, I can tell my little slut wanted her Lord's cum for a long time."
He flipped off the bed and made his way towards the closet, before looking back at her, "Also, were short on servants today and I need you to attend the birthday party as our server tonight." A scowl took over his face suddenly as he continued, "Of course, if you make another fucking scene like last time in front of my family and friends, I will make sure your punishment is severe!"
Lowly's ears folded back, she remembered what he did to her last time she made a mistake at one of his parties. 'Now he wants me to work on the only night I have off?' she thought. 'I worked hard to get that free time, I hadn't taken a night off in- wait, when was the last time I had a day off? Well, it doesn't matter - if Lord Armor gave me an order to go to the party, then I had to go.' With a smile, she replied, "Of course, sir! I won't disappoint you!"
Shining snorted. "I’ll bet. Now clean that cum off your face and replace the bed sheets. You have ten minutes." With that said, he disappeared into the closet.
The smile on her face vanished with a sigh, as Lowly sat up from the cold ground and quickly made her way towards the cleaning trolley, grabbing a few paper towels and made her way to the bathroom to clean the remaining cum off her face.
As she slicked her mane back, Lowly took a moment to stare at her reflection in the mirror. In the reflection was a young, beautiful mare with a black mane and tail, irises the color of blueberries that glistened with the bathroom-lights, and a grey coat that shined from careful grooming — she always made sure that her coat and mane was radiant and beautiful, no sense working around the castle looking like a carriage ran her over — all topped off with a maid's outfit that hugged tightly around her cute, yet well-built frame — thanks to years of non-stop back-breaking labor and the constant fuck-sessions.
She held a neutral expression as she turned sideways to straighten her outfit, taking a quick glimpse at her cutie mark, a mop with a bowtie around the broom and a bucket with a shield and stars adorning it. Facing the opposite direction, she lifted her tail to check her pink slit for any remnants of arousal, then gave it a quick wipe with a paper towel. 'Don't want anypony to get suspicious,' she thought.
With everything in order, Lowly made her way back into the main Chamber, trotting over to the bed and began changing the sheets. She finished placing a new set of sheet on the bed and made her way over to the trolley to place the dirty sheet inside, then grabbed a mop and cleaned the floor of her and Lord Armor's juices. When she was done, she made her way back to the cart, placing the mop in the bucket, and pushed the trolley towards the door.
She was about to exit when the doors to the chamber opened suddenly and a tall mare came strolling in with a sleeping foal nestled on her back, covered up in a blanket. The mare that was carrying her had a beautiful pink coat with a yellow, violet, and pink mane, and a tall hourglass figure that any mare would die for, but the most noticeable features was her elegant wings and horn. Standing in front of the maid was the figure of beauty and inspiration, the Princess of love herself, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza.
Pink irises were gazing back at Lowly, who was propping herself downwards into a polite bow. "P-Princess Cadance!" She looked up to her with a nervous smile. "I-I spent extra time cleaning the bathroom, just as you asked!"
"Did you clean behind the toilet completely this time?" The alicorn asked with a neutral voice, though she thought she heard a bit of resentment in her tone.
Lowly's ears folded for a brief moment, "O-of course, your Highness!"
The Princess looked down on Lowly with a not-so-amused look, before walking past her and straight towards Lord Armor. "Good.."
Lowly's scrambled to her cart at break-neck speed. "Yes, your Highness!" She said quickly, then proceeded with her trolley outside the chambers. She took a quick glance back and for a brief moment saw the Princess nuzzling her husband, before she was instantly met with two doors slamming in her face. He ears were drooping as she kept her gaze on the door for a few seconds. Then, with a heavy sigh, pushed her cart down the hallway. The only sound that followed was the cart's squeaky wheels.
Lowly Servant placed her trolley into the maid's closet and made her way towards the Servant's Quarters. She had just finished the rest of her rounds for the noon and was completely exhausted. She wanted nothing more than to take a quick nap before Princess Flurry Heart's Birthday party later in the evening.
She entered the barren chambers and made a beeline straight to her room. As she entered, she noticed not a single one of her bunk mates were there and closed the door behind before making her way to the bed and stopped.
She stood there, staring at her cottage, her home. Her face was devoid of any emotions. She was just staring, looking at it, as if it would reach out and grab her. A few minutes pass until she slowly laid down on the stiff mattress and relaxed.
Silence filled the room as she laid in her bed, completely still. No sound, no movements.
Then, without warning, a strangled whimper came out of her mouth, followed up with sobbing. Tears were pouring out as she laid there, balling her eyes out and sobbing uncontrollably. She couldn't keep a cork on her emotions, the stress and pain of her life as a maid has made her so miserable, but she couldn't do anything about it. The Persona-Spell had full control of her body and mind, she couldn't leave, she couldn't disobey, and she couldn't tell anyone who she used to be. She had to serve everypony in the castle.
Why does she of all ponies have to live with this?
Three years ago, she considered herself one of the luckiest ponies on the planet; she had a strong, loving family who would encourage her to join the guard, a highly-decorated soldier who became Captain of the Royal Guard, a hero who had prevented an army of changelings from overruling Canterlot during the Royal Wedding, and helped liberate a whole kingdom from the tyranny of Sombra.
Three years ago she had a beautiful wife, the one pony she cared about more than anything else in the universe, the one who made her strong, the one pony who encouraged her to keep her head high in the face of uncertainty, the one mare who embraced her and kept her standing during the roughest of times.
Three years ago... she was Shining Armor; the brave, powerful, dorky stallion who never stood down to any challenges, the same stallion that became the ruler of the Crystal Empire alongside his wife.
Now, she was nothing.
For three years she's been known as Lowly Servant, a maid at the very bottom of the hierarchy who cleans up after the guests and servants of the Crystal Castle. A simple maid that does everything and anything she's told without a single question. Her high-level of obedience had made her the go-to mare when it came to working as a maid, thanks in-part to the Persona-Spell that was placed on her three years ago by Princess Cadance.
Years of obeying orders and pleasing her superiors had withered her poor mind. The stallion she once was, was almost non-existent now. The memories she has of Princess Cadance was strong enough to keep her from losing herself, but the memories of them together has been degraded to the point where she was having trouble recalling certain events. She couldn't even remember the last time she held her Highness in her hooves and kissed her, telling her how much she loved her...
She thought back to the filly the Princess had with her, that cute little alicorn-filly of hers, and how casually the Princess just disregarded her like that. Her heart felt broken thinking about the filly she could of had with her. Lowly never got the chance to see her when she was born, to have the privilege to raise her and watch her grow up. While Flurry was learning all kinds of exciting new things in the world, Lowly was too busy mopping the floors.
It all made her choke up and a new wave of tears rushed out of her eyes, staining the pillow beneath her.
"Why...?" she sobbed out, the feeling of sorrow and pain welled up inside her heart. The Princess didn't even recognize her. Then again, why should she? She was a maid, the obedient, slutty maid, the lowest of the low, one who did everything and anything she was told to do. A big wet mark formed on the pillow as she continued to cry into it.
This was the worst thing that could have ever happened to her.
Her thoughts landed on the night this all started, when she and Cadance were playing with the transformation and Persona spells. As they rutted all night, the alicorn used her spells to turn him into several different mares, from a high-school cheerleader, to the loyal Rainbow Dash, all while manipulating his mind to match said mares' personalities. Then, in the final half of the night, Cadance stepped up her game and turned him into a little maid, had him obey his Princess's commands and got his succulent pussy filled with massive horse meat.
One thing to add was the vibration spell inside her vagina, one that drove Lowly crazy. It would go off at random intervals, bringing her to the peak of orgasm, then shut off completely. The only problem she had was she couldn't get off through masturbation alone, only a stallion's thick, juicy cock could bring her sweet release.
It was pure evil, yes, but there was no denying it felt good sometimes.
The following morning, Shining woke up to a note from Cadance stating she would turn him back into a stallion and remove the spells placed on him after her morning jog. So she waited, expecting Cadance to arrive at any moment to revert her back to her true form and remove the Persona-Spell. What Shining didn't expect was one of the maids walking in and ordering her to the Servant's Quarters to work. He couldn't disobey the mare and went to the Servant's Quarters where he met Miss Martinette and was given his first set of orders. After that, everything went south.
The real Lowly Servant was coincidentally caught by Cadance outside her door and turned Lowly into Shining Armor, giving her his memories and title as Prince. When the fake Shining caught her in his chamber, he made sure to put him in her place. With her under the influence of the Persona-Spell, he bent her to his will, making her live out the rest of his new life as Lowly Servant, the castle maid. He stripped her of free will, telling her to never speak about her former life, and preventing her from leaving the castle grounds. He also made her his slut, telling her to do things to him she would never have done to anyone else as a stallion.
Worst of all... she wasn't allowed to take her own life. After the first few months passed, she had been searching for an easy way out, desperate to end her torment. She had several ideas on how to go about it: staging an accident, cutting her wrist, jumping from the royal chamber's balcony, drinking the cleaning chemicals in her cart, taking a toaster with her into the bathtub, impaling herself with a guard's spear, an endless amount of possibilities. Of course, Lord Armor told her she wasn't allowed to hurt herself intentionally, but that didn't stop her from thinking about it from time to time.
She had accepted the fact that her new purpose in life was to satisfy Lord Armor, as well as everypony in the castle. When they all caught w
Lowly thoughts drifted towards Lord Armor's abusive attitude against her. In the beginning, when all of this started, all he did was make her pleasure him — to show some dominance and to remind her who was in charge, and it wasn’t that bad at first. But as time moved on, she started noticing a change in his attitude; where once there was restraint, now replaced with an abusive impulse — hitting, choking, humiliating, the odd remarks here and there about how much of a stupid, attention-seeking bitch she was — it confused and hurt Lowly beyond anything.
One memory remained crystal clear as she remembered when she was giving him oral one day, how she accidentally bit him and pleaded it was an accident, how he didn't believe her at all. He beat her so badly she was confined to a hospital bed for two weeks. When the doctors asked her what happened, she simply answered with, "I fell down the stairs." It was a horrible excuse, but fortunately, they didn't see through her lie...
Her thoughts landed back to Lord Armor and how cruel he became, how he has the power to make her have sex with him every day, and how he can just control her life, without anypony being the wiser.
It made her want nothing more than to huddle up and die here in her bed.
But she couldn't, she knew her place in life. She had a job to do and she wasn't going to disappoint her superiors because she decided to lay down and die. They wouldn't like it. Especially Lord Armor. She didn't like making her Master angry. Whenever he got mad, bad things happened to her. She didn't like what he did, it scared her.
'What do I do?' she thought. She was so lost, so damn lost. She had nothing, nobody to talk to, no friends to back her up, no respect from anyone in the castle and she wasn't allowed to tell anyone her secret. She was trapped in a never-ending nightmare with no way out. She was alone.
Wiping her eyes, Lowly flipped her tear-stained pillow over and relaxed. She didn't want to think about it anymore, all she wants is a peaceful nap. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, she closed her eyes and let sweet sleep grace her battered mind.
...Only for a familiar buzzing in her crotch to start up.
A groan escaped her lips, "Of course that has to start now!"
The vibrator spell was on, and it was going fast. She didn't want to deal with this, she just laid there and tried to ignore the sensation building in her vagina. She squished her thighs together, trying her best to ride it out, but this only made it worst.
She still hasn't figured out how to dampen the vibrations, even after three years of constantly being tortured by it. She's had plenty of sleepless nights because of this spell.
They were simple, yet powerful vibrations, sending strong signals throughout her body, enough to make her moan from the pleasurable tingle in her cunt. It felt nice!
Her teeth were clenching as she struggles to gain control, her mind was already exhausted from the work load she had that day and the last thing she needs is for this stupid spell to ruin her chance for rest! "S-stop, please!" There was no reasoning with it, nothing she could say that would stop it.
A few beads of arousal were coming out of her pussy already, and she was trying desperately to hold back a few tears in her eyes. "N-no... p-please turn off. I j-just want, hnng, to sleep! P-p-please! Just let me-"
A strong pulse from the vibrator sent all reasoning out the door as she squealed from the overwhelming pleasure in her pussy.
She couldn't handle it anymore, she had to rub herself! She brought a shaky hoof down to her pussy and gave quick rubs. A sensual groan left her lips as she rubbed deep into her folds, spreading them nice and wide. It felt so good! After a good few minutes, she took her other hoof and brushed it across her clit, rubbing her fur against it's sensitive flesh. A high-pitch squeal left her mouth at the sensational pleasure she got from that.
Being careful, she pushed her hoof into the opening of her vagina, barely getting it in.
A grin was plastered on her face as she thought about how nice it would be to have a hunk for a stallion mounting her, pushing against her folds with his monster cock, how he would ram her hard, over and over again, and make her squeal like a little filly in heat. When he pulled back, she pulled her hoof out, and when he pushed into her, she pushed it right back in. Right now, it was just her and that stallion, fucking all night long and moaning passionately into each other's mouth as they kiss.
A set of high-pitched moans left her lips as the vibrations doubled, making her squirm all over the bed. Her nether lips was pouring with arousal, staining the sheets as she rubbed her clit vigorously with a hoof.
"Mmmm, push that fat cock inside me. I ,ah, want to feel your medial ring rubbing my, oh! R-rubbing inside my pussy! Harder, baby! Make this s-slut cum!" She couldn't keep the words from leaving her mouth, it was too much for her to hold back. She was so turned on right now.
"C-cum inside me! Make me your mare!" The thought of cumming all over that stallion's thick cock, to feel him shoot his load deep into her cunny, would have been enough to send her over the edge. She was having so much fun right now!
Then suddenly, the vibrations came to an end.
A whimper left her mouth, she was just starting to enjoy herself! She bit her lip as she fidgeted around, mashing her hoof into her folds, trying so hard to get that wonderful feeling back, but she wasn't feeling it.
Frustration built up in her, she was just about the take a nap, then the fucking vibrator starts up and riles her up as all hell and turns off shortly after! Now here she was, covered in her own juices and her pussy was practically starving for a fat cock! She was tired, so fucking tired, and now she's horny.
But what could she do? On one side, she wanted to feel the sweet release of a stallion rutting her, filling her up with his hot spunk. But on the other, she had to be meek - she couldn't go running around the castle looking for any stallion and rut him silly, even if she needed it desperately.
Not only that, but the birthday party was just a few hours away, and every guard and staff member would be too busy working, which meant there was a high chance no-pony was going to require her special services.
So with a loud groan, she collapsed on-top of her pillow, grumpy and frustrated as any mare would be from lack of orgasm. 'Why does this always happen to me?'