diamond hooves (day 2/day 3)

>Dawn of the Second Day
>you didn't sleep much last night
>you were too busy thinking over what happened with Diamond Tiara yesterday
>you also might have fapped a little
>but now it's a new day, and you're going to try to treat it business-as-usual
>you go about your typical morning routine, and head over to the Rich family mansion
>as Diamond told you, she seems to have already left when you arrive
>you opt to begin cleaning with some sweeping, since you've already mopped and dusted everything
>you tactically avoid Diamond Tiara's room
>even if she's not here, you aren't taking any chances
>sweeping doesn't take nearly as long as mopping, but you don't know any more generic cleaning actions
>at least, none you feel like doing at the moment
>and you're still really tired after so little sleep last night
>you decide to take a nap on a sofa in one of the sitting rooms
>not like your bosses are here to tell you not to
~~~~~~~~~~
>you awaken to the sound of voices in the entrance hall
>shit, you slept through most of the day
>wait, voices?
>you quietly make your way to a spot where you can see the entrance
>there's Diamond Tiara, but there's another filly with her
>a gray earth pony filly
>you duck around the corner and listen to their conversation
>"So, he's like your servant?"
>"Basically. My parents just hired him to clean the house while they're away, but after he walked into my room without permission yesterday, I convinced him it was in his best interest to do everything I say."
>you make your way back to the sitting room, and take a seat on the sofa
>she brought a friend
>you consider trying to run, but there's no way that ends without you on the run from the police
>and you have to admit, you kind of enjoyed yourself a little last time
>no, Anon, those are the kinds of thoughts that can only get you more into trouble
>you try to think of other options of getting out of the situation when you hear Diamond Tiara's voice shouting down the hallway
>"Oh, Anon! I'm home. Finish whatever you're doing and meet me in my room. I've got some things that need cleaning."
>let's just get this over with
>you make your way to Diamond Tiara's room, the door closed
>you knock
>no answer
>but you've learned from yesterday, and knock again, louder
>"Come in!"
>you open the door and enter the room, seeing the pink earth pony filly standing next to her bed, the gray filly close beside
"Good afternoon, Di-"
>the filly scowls at you
"Miss Tiara. What was it that you needed?"
>"Don't play dumb, Anon, you know exactly why you're here. I want you to clean my and my friend Silver Spoon's hooves."
>an idea springs to mind
>her justification for this is based on backwards child logic, maybe you can use that to your advantage
"Oh, well, Miss Tiara, I would, but it would seem you two both have such clean hooves already, there really is no need for me to do so. Guess I'll just get back to cleaning the rest of the house."
>before you can even take a step back towards the door, Diamond Tiara has dashed between you and it
>"Anon, do you really think I'm going to let that fly? I'm only using the 'cleaning' excuse for your benefit. If you really want to call it like it is, you being dominated by a little filly and forced to lick her hooves, we can."
"Heheh, no no, Miss Tiara, I was just joking. Of course."
>"Good, then just lie down on the bed so we can show Silver Spoon here how good a hoof-polisher you are."
>she kicks the door closed with a hindleg
>you walk over to the bed
>despite being a filly's bed, it's massive for her size, and you can lie down on it fully easily
>seriously, you know her family is rich enough to afford a fancy bed, but the size is ridiculous for a single foal
>the gray filly, Silver Spoon, climbs up onto the bed with you, followed by Diamond Tiara
>"So, uh, what exactly do I do, Di?" asks Silver Spoon
>"Just climb on his chest and put your hooves near his face. He knows what to do from there."
>the filly does just that, climbing on top of you
>however, unlike with Diamond Tiara yesterday, she turns to face away from you, her tail currently dangling over your nose
>"Hey Di, he said he couldn't do it because our hooves looked too clean, right? Well, if dirty is what he wants, unlike my forehooves, I haven't washed my hindhooves all day. Think that's dirty enough?"
>shes talking about you like you aren't even here
>granted, honestly at this point you ARE serving more as an object than a person right now
>"That's a great idea Silver Spoon! Now, you use him as much as you want. I'll wait."
>that's kind of odd coming from who you'd consider a pretty dominant filly, but you can't think more on it before Silver Spoon steps backwards onto your face
>now, not only is her right hindhoof directly over your mouth, but you can see under her tail
>you conciously try not to stare at her filly parts, although a quick glance does grant you the slight relief that, unlike Diamond Tiara was yesterday, she doesn't seem to be aroused enough to risk any dripping onto your face
>"Alright, Mr. Anon, show me what you can do." Silver giggles as she presses her hoof down against your lips
>you start by planting a kiss near the tip of the sole of her hoof, away from the frog
>three things immediately become apparent to you
>one, apparently ponies washing their forehooves plays a big factor in washing away sweat
>it's not overpowering, but her hoof is definitely sweatier than Diamond Tiara's forehooves were yesterday
>two, for being 'dirty', her hooves don't actually have much dirt on them
>sure, there's trace amounts of dirt, but you really wouldn't call it dirty in the way you might have expected
>and three, her hooves were rougher than Diamond Tiara's
>not like, rough like calloused
>she is still a rich pony after all
>but more just like she doesn't put quite as much care into maintaining them than Diamond Tiara does
>or maybe she just works on her hooves more?
>you can't dedicate too much pondering the reasons for the differences between the two fillies' hooves, as you continue planting kisses all along the sole
>you hear a snicker from Diamond Tiara to your left, but can't turn your head to see what she's snickering about due to the hoof planted firmly on your face
>and then you realize maybe you're being a bit too affectionate with Silver Spoon's hoof
>yesterday you just lapped at Diamond's hooves like she told you
>now you're kissing Silver's hoof without being given direction to
>you quickly adjust your 'cleaning' strategy, taking up licking along her sole as you did the day prior
>you run your tongue all around the outer edge of Silver's hoof, before pressing your tongue deeper into the soft flesh of her underhoof
>as you increase the speed and pressure of your licks, you hear a moan
>you glance up at Silver's filly parts, and are surprised to see that she's not wet, considering how Diamond was yesterday
>Silver gasps
>"Di? What are you doing?"
>what
>you jerk your head to the left to look at Diamond Tiara
>unfortunately, Silver's hoof hadn't moved, causing the right side of your face to become smeared with your saliva off her hoof as you turn
>you see Diamond Tiara sitting on edge of the bed, staring at you
>clearly she had been watching you intently as you'd licked her friend's hooves
>speaking of hooves, you see that she currently has one of her forehooves nestled snuggly inside her crotch
>now you know where the moan came from
>"W-well, Anon said he wanted dirty hooves. I'm just trying to accommodate him."
>the pink filly grins sheepishly
>you assume she'd blush, if her face wasn't flushed already
>the room falls into silence, you and Silver just staring at Diamond Tiara
>you'd guess Silver is just trying to process what exactly she's gotten herself into
>you, on the other hand, are silent primarily because most of your concentration is going into attempting to keep your boner down through sheer willpower
>you were already enjoying worshipping these fillies' hooves way more than you should be, but the reminder of just how much Miss Tiara was enjoying it as well was too much
>the battle of keeping down your erection was a losing one, and you feel the press of your pants holding your dick back
>the bulge seems to break Silver Spoon out of her stupor, drawing her attention away from her horny friend to her horny hoof-mat
>"Huh, Di, I guess you aren't the only one getting turned on by this."
>Diamond breaks eye contact with you to look down and your crotch
>her sheepish grin turns into one of pure desire as she notices the tent you're pitching
>"Well," Diamond Tiara says as she begins to pick herself up, "I guess we should do something about that."
>the filly walks over and stands between your legs
>she leans down towards your crotch, and even through your pants you can feel her warm breath
>"Er, Di? I didn't realize we were going to be doing... THIS kind of stuff with him. I'm not sure how comfortable I am with this."
>"B-but doesn't it feel nice to have him pampering your hooves like this? To stand above him as he worships you? Don't you like this?"
>"Well, yeah, it feels great, but this is a little-"
>"Silver Spoon, just let me do this, and I promise you can use him as your personal hoof-cleaner whenever you want."
>you consider interjecting to point out that this arrangement isn't going to last longer than the Rich's business trip, but there's no way you're saying anything which could stop this
>"Fine, do what you want with him. But I expect to get some use out of that promise. Mr. Anon, please begin working on my other hoof."
>as soon as Silver Spoon gives her okay to continue, Diamond Tiara begins unzipping your pants, holding the zipper in her teeth
>top fucking unf
>it takes quite a bit of restraint to refrain from making noise as she begins clumsily trying to pull down your pants and boxers with her forelegs, frequently brushing her hooves against your confined cock
>Lil Anon now free, standing at attention, you turn your own attention back to Silver's left hoof hanging above your face
>just as you lean in to begin licking, you feel Miss Tiara's hoof, warm and wet, sliding down your dick, before she retracts it
>you snap your eyes back to look at what she's doing, and catch a brief glimpse of her pulling one of her forehooves out from between her back legs, glistening with wetness, reaching back for your dick
>and then Silver Spoon presses her hoof firmly into your face, holding your head down on the bed and keeping you from being able to tilt your neck to look back at what's happening to your penis
>"I said, begin working on my other hoof. Now do it."
>you start in on licking Silver's dry hoof, although it's much less steady-going than the first hoof
>once your dick is completely soaked, you can feel Miss Tiara place the underhooves of both forelegs on either side of your shaft, beginning a mechanical pumping motion
>the slick lubrication of her arousal causes the soft pads of her hooves to glide effortless up and down, and she occasionally squeezes tighter on her upstroke, angling slightly to press her frogs against your length
>most of the times she does this, she groans in pleasure herself, which you presume is due to the surprisingly high sensitivity her frogs seems to have
>any time the pleasure becomes great enough that you are unable to surpress a groan yourself, however, leads to Silver Spoon pressing her hindhoof more firmly against your face, urging you to continue your cleaning duties
>whereas with the other hoof, your licking had been fairly uniform licks across the length of her sole, you are unable to maintain that level of uniformity while your mind is so enrapt by the pleasure you're feeling down south
>at this point it's just a haphazard string of licks and kisses crisscrossing all along her hoof, leaving not a single speck of dust or dry area on the gray hoof
>the entire time, neither filly says a word, each seeming to be fully focused on what they're doing with/to you
>after what feels like hours (or minutes, you're not sure), the pressure in your dick is reaching its peak, and your body begins to tense up in preparation for what feels like will be the most powerful orgasm of your life
>Miss Tiara must notice this, because one her left hoof pulls off of your dick, pressing the frog one last time against your head before she holds the hoof above you
>her right hoof hooks around your dick at her wrist, the fur on her leg tickling you for a moment before quickly becoming matted from mositure, and the pace of the stroking quickens
>at the same time, Silver Spoon presses her hoof fully over your mouth, pinning you completely and ensuring you can't do much besides kiss her hoof as you reach your limit
>the built-up pressure explodes forth from your dick as your entire body is wracked by your orgasm, your back arching as what feels like a pint of cum shoots out
>you groan loudly into Silver's hoof, her spit-soaked underhoof muffling the sound
>Silver Spoon stays on top of you for several seconds before finally stepping off, and you sit up to see how much of a mess you've made
>instead, you see Miss Tiara taking a long lick along the sole of her left forehoof, eyes closed, a near-orgasmic look on her own face
>and not a drop of your cum in sight
>the pink filly opens her eyes and looks into yours, a goofy smile on her face
>"That was v-very good, Anon. I'm glad to see you enjoy your new place at our h-hooves. Go home early today, you've earned it. I'll see you tomorrow."
>you swallow and nod
>you're gonna need the rest of the day to think about this, process what's just happened
"Yes, Miss Tiara. Thank you. I-I'll see you tomorrow."
>her smile only grows wider as you call her by that title without being prompted
>"And Mr. Anon," Silver Spoon speaks up, "after you're done with work here tomorrow, I'll be stopping by to make sure you hold to Di's promise."
"Of course."
>you walk out of the filly's room, collect your things, and head home
>based on that promise, it seems like even after the Rich's get back, your new role as these filly's hoof toy won't be over
>and after today, you aren't complaining
~~~~~~~~~~
>Dawn of the Third Day
>you arrive at the Rich family mansion to find a carriage parked out front
>the dollar sign emblem emblazoned on the side identifies it as Filthy Rich's personal carriage
>they're back
>and earlier than you thought they'd be
>you walk into the entrance hall, and sure enough, there is your boss
>as you enter, Filthy Rich turns to look at you, and smiles
>"Anonymous! Great to see you. I must say it would seem you've done an excellent job keeping the house tidy while we've been gone. Has everything been going smoothly?"
>you overcome your momentary surprise and answer quickly and respectfully
"Yes sir. Everything's been going just fine. Although I'm surprised your back so soon. Did negotions go that well?"
>you're unsure if asking a question like that is above your station, but Mr. Rich doesn't seem to mind
>"Negotions have been going well enough, but we aren't finished yet. In fact, I'm going to be heading back shortly to meet back up and continue working out the deal."
"Oh?"
>"Y'see, Spoiled wasn't feeling very well, travel sickness or something, so I wanted to make sure she got back home safely before continuing meetings."
"That's very thoughtful of you, sir. I wish you the best in your continued dealings, though."
>"Thank you very much. Speaking of that, I really should be going, I was cutting it pretty close with scheduling as it was. Pleasure talking with you, Anonymous."
"You as well, sir."
>your boss walks to the door and opens it, before calling back to you
>"Oh, and Anonymous, could you be checking on Spoiled for me? At least until she's feeling better."
"Of course, sir. Bye!"
>"Thanks. Goodbye."
>with your boss gone, you make your way to the master bedroom, where you assume you can find Spoiled Rich
>the door is open, but you knock on the wall and wait outside just in case
>"Filthy? Is that you?"
"No, ma'am, it's Anonymous. Your husband just left."
>"Oh, Anonymous, come in. I need to talk with you."
>you walk into the room to see Spoiled Rich lying in bed, holding some sort of... well, you're not sure
>it almost looks like one of those crystal balls you'd see at fortune teller stands back on Earth
>"Close the door."
>you do
>"Do you know what this is, Anonymous?"
"Well, it looks like a crystal ball, ma'am."
>"You're smarter than you look, Anonymous. This is a crystal ball Filthy and I purchased from the top unicorn security firm in Equestria."
>if this is going where you think this is going...
>"We bought it to ensure that the house staff would never try to get away with stealing or otherwise abusing their station and the access to our home and our belongings it granted them. That's why we were okay with letting a new hire manage things here alone in our absence."
>oh no
>"You see, this crystal ball is connected to a network of scrying spells the firm has placed in almost every room of our mansion. It stores magical visual recordings of nearly everything that happens here."
>oh no
>you gulp
>"That's right, Anonymous. I know all about what you've been doing with my daughter."
>before you can decide whether to try to defend yourself or just book it, she raises a hoof to make sure you pay attention to her
>"You're just lucky I was the one who checked the recordings first."
>what
>"You see, Anonymous, my relationship with my daughter is... strained at the moment. She's become far too rebellious for my liking. As much as I hate it, I need to find some way to appease the brat to keep her from disrespecting me again. And that's where you will come in."
>"You will continue to serve my daughter however she wishes, and in return, I won't inform my husband or the authorities to your truly disgusting interactions with my foal."
>you nod your head
>you've gone from being completely fucked to only slightly fucked real quick
>"Now, Anonymous, resume your duties in keeping the mansion clean. I expect you at the very least to be done by the time Diamond Tiara returns home, so you can begin your other duties."
>you're still too shocked to do much more than nod along, and tack on a quick response
"Yes ma'am."
>"Oh, and Anonymous," Spoiled adds as you turn to the door
>you look back at her to see her raising a hind leg up before crossing it over her other
>"If you finish cleaning the mansion early, I might have something else for you to clean."

~~The End~~