Slave Service Prompt (Diamond Tiara)

This is from a prompt where DT and SS buy anon at a school "Slave Auction" to raise money for Zebria

(Every year Canterlot High has something called a Slave Auction. Some of the students in their final year volunteer to be auctioned off to other members of the student body, going to the highest bidder as with any other auction. The proceeds go to some charity, usually one providing food and other resources to children in underprivileged countries like Zebria.

Your girlfriend has pushed you into it because why the fuck not? You were auctioned off to these two. (Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon)

Although you are their 'slaves', they are not allowed to force you to do anything sexual or otherwise illegal, and you're only their slave for 3 school afternoons, starting at the beginning of Lunch Time the following day. (it's a pretty shitty deal all up depending on how much the bidding ends up going for)

How does it go?)




>Be anon
>Be purchased for obscenely low amount of money
>Be slave to two whiny little bitches who only bought you as a mule to carry books
>After a long first day you're ready for bed
>Riiing Riiing
>It's your phone
>And it's not your girlfriend
>UNKNOWN NUMBER
"Hello?"
>"Anon come over and read me a bedtime story!"
"What? No! I need to get up early tomorrow."
>"Just come over!"
>Fucking Diamond Tiara and her inherited bitchiness
>You met her mom last year, bake sale, don't ask
>Apples and trees man

-20 mins later-

>You knock on the door to her McMansion and wait
>You didn't ring the doorbell because you wanted to express your anger
>Maybe you'd tell her father slave hours ran only 4 hours after school
>The door opens but no one is there
>No wait you just had to look lower
>"Hurry up my bedtime is at 9:30"
>You check your watch
9:15
"You know i can only be your slave until 8 at the latest"
>"I don't care. Daddy isn't here and Mommy is already asleep. You'll have to do."
>That bitch fell asleep?
>DT leads you to her bedroom on the second floor
>On the way you pass by a private study and catch a glimpse of her mother passed out over a desk
>Wine bottle in one hand and pills in the other
>You suddenly have a sinking feeling
"Where's your dad?"
>"He said he had to take care off business."
"And your mom?"
>"She said she wasn't feeling well and that she needed another nap."
>You remain silent
>Upon reaching her bedroom you see she's already laid out her favorite storybook
>"Read that story and don't stop until i'm asleep."
"Okay."
>It was the story of St George and the Dragon
>You kind of liked this story, or at least the title
>"And you can't leave until I'm asleep either."
"Fine. Just get tucked in already"
>You clear a spot for yourself on the bed and start reading
>DT's eyes never left you though they wavered with each passing line
>And soon after you were gesturing with every word
"...on the third day the Red Cross Knight rose again and-"
>You raised your hand as if you were holding a sword like the brave sir knight in the story
>But you stopped when you looked over at Diamond Tiara and found her sleeping peacefully
>You stop and close the book, bending one of the pages to remember your place
>In all your storytelling prowess you didn't notice you had actually pulled down her covers a bit
>You set the book aside and tuck her in
>??: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
>You turn on the spot to see her mother standing behind you
"I'm A-anon. Don't worry I'm just your daughter's slave for the week."
>Whoa that didn't sound right
"It's okay it's a thing for school. It's for charity!"
>You catch yourself as you raise your voice a bit too much
>Thankfully not enough to wake her
>"Oh, yes. She mentioned something about this over dinner. I didn't pay much attention."
>She set the empty wine bottle on her daughter's dresser
"Um, yeah. Anyway, she called me over to read her a bedtime story."
>Her mother chortled
>"She hasn't asked us to read her story for 8 months, why the hell would she call you?"
>You bite your tongue
>Now wasn't the time to get into it
>She walks past you and strokes her hair
"I guess i'll be leaving then. She's already asleep."
>As you walk out the door she speaks again
>"Her father used to tell her stories. Then he started 'working late'. Bastard."
>You got the idea
"Yeah? Well, goodnight then. Sorry about..."
>You mumbled something about breaking and entering then leave
>As you get to the bottom of the stairs you see headlights pulling into the driveway
>You take a deep breath and ready yourself for the confrontation
>You open the door as Filthy Rich gets out of his car and stumbles up the pathway
>He seems surprised to see you there
>"Anon! Good to see you! How's your dad?"
"Fine."
>"Anon let me tell you something about women. They're alllll bitches."
>He punctuates every word by poking your chest with his finger
>"Never get married. You hear me? Eh? NEVER. Bunch of useless gold digging tramps...just like their mothers."
>Filthy pats you on the shoulder as he crosses the threshold
"Hey, Mr. Rich."
>"Hmm?"
>As he turns around you lean back and put all of your weight into your fist, then just drive it home.
>Filthy Rich is sent sprawling onto his marble floors by the force
>Confused and irritated he looks at you with bewildered eyes
>His hand held up to his bloody lip
"I'll be around."
>And with that you turn and leave