Panicked, I start licking. What else was there to do? Trapped between two soaking thighs I didn’t exactly have another option. Her matted fur rubbing up and down my face, again and again, her slick covering my snout, my cheeks, my chest. Sweet Celestia, it’s… Intoxicating. I redouble my efforts after a quick breath, wiggling my snout between her lower lips and lightly suckling at her inner walls.

I’m able to survive a few minutes trapped between her thighs, Tight bouncing and grinding against my muzzle. Every so often I snatch a quick breath, but she tastes so good, and it’s hard to think straight when low on air. I then blink, as if woken from a dream. I’m still tied to the bed, but Tight is down at the seat of the bed now, her tongue running up and down my length, watching me intently. “Oh, good, I was worried for a second. Your dick’s still diamonds though.” She winks before hopping atop me, slamming her thighs down into mine.

“O-Oh fuck.” I moan as she springs up and down atop me, I’m sure I’ll feel the bruises tomorrow. “C-Celestia, Tight what are you fucking doing? Did I pass out? What in--” I cry out, and she slaps me across the face. “Maids aren’t supposed to ask questions, only follow orders. That’s a lesson you’ll learn quick.” She grins. I shudder as a strange feeling of pleasure runs up my spine, and I feel my dick flex inside her, pressing against her upper walls. “Man, you liked that.” She laughs, bouncing faster and faster. My mind clouds as she picks up the pace, and I feel myself straining against the ropes of the bed, moaning into the dark. It builds quickly, much faster than usual, like a rogue wave out of the quiet sea that crashes and plunges me deep down into the dark ocean below.

I awaken the next morning with a start, lying on my side. “A dream, it must have been a dream.” I moan as a sharp pain shoots through my head, and I moan, pulling a hoof out from under Tight to massage my temples. Instantly I jump back, out of bed, quaking in a mixture of fright and surprise. “T-Tight?” I manage to squeak out as she turns over and rubs her eyes and cracks her neck. “Hm? What’s up?”

“Did you… Rape me last night?” She pauses for a second, thinking. “Well, in the conventional sense, yes, probably. You seemed to be enjoying it while you were conscious though. Legally? No, I didn’t.”

I pause for a beat as my eyes flick towards the door. But Tight just rolls her eyes. “Try it if you like, you won’t get far. The guards will drag you back in here, and they might not be as accommodating as I was last night.”

Speechless, I manage to find one word as I growl at Tight, “Answers.”

She waves a hoof at me flippantly and blows a raspberry, “Puhlease, I told you I’d show you the ropes yesterday. I did. You’d better get used to this sort of thing, it comes with the job, roomie.” She yawns as she rolls out of bed and stumbles over to the closet. “We’ll be getting into uniform and heading to breakfast now. Can I give you the full story there?” She mentions as she pulls open the double drawers and passes me a frilly, lacy maid outfit.

“You can’t be serious.” I gawk as she starts stepping into a costume of her own.


“Like death and taxes I am. C’mon, unless you don’t want to eat this morning.”