Maid Outfit Lewds

He shrugs. “Well, I’m not as patient a demon as I seem, and I don’t have much time to waste anyway.” He stomps his hoof and with a flicker of light, you see a maid outfit materialize. Well, calling it that was a bit of a stretch: it was definitely designed to look like something approaching a maid outfit, but considering that it was designed by a demon of lust, it had some very clear modifications. The skirt was just short enough that half of your ass was hanging out, and not the chaste half, either. Luckily, there were a pair of panties to help fill the gap… a pair of panties tight enough to almost rip with every step that you took, and apparently magically enchanted to mold itself to your anus and slit, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

With a quick tap of his hoof on the ground, he indicated his impatience. A groan of uncertainty passed through you, but you nodded. You get what you pay for, and he had given you three powers for the price of… one and a half? Oh well. You started with the panties. You had never put anything on quite like this, and you had to sit down as you started to fumble with them… Until the prince got impatient again and interceded. He slid a hoof under your back and rolled you until you were doing a strange type of headstand, legs dangling with the panties hanging off of them. Just for a moment, though, as he quickly grabbed the panties in a hoof and jerked them down onto you. The cotton quickly slipped up against you, white fabric grinding up against your slit until you can’t help but let loose a little whimper, with him making sure the woefully undersized garment is wedged nicely up until your asscrack before he let you go tumbling down. Without the dexterity or flexibility to get it down, its gonna be stuck like that until he, uh, disrobes you.

Next is the main body of the dress itself. This is easier, at first anyway. You grip it in your hooves and slip it down over your head, forehooves flailing a bit until you manage to pop them out of the top. The cut is naturally very low, and the material shows a lot through the thin fabric, making you feel somehow much more exposed than ever before. The fluff is de-equinizing, more than anything else, and you feel like you’re a gift package ready for him to unwrap. And holy shit your brain can’t stop getting images of him shredding the clothes off of you. And you’re not even sure if his aura is on. Naturally, the stockings are next. You look up at your current employer with a bit of shame in your eyes to ask if he’ll offer you a bit of help, but he smiles cheerfully as he shakes his head. It's a bit of a struggle to get them on, and you can barely manage to get them pulled up, past your knees, especially the hind ones what with the thighs you have to deal with, but eventually you stand there, four white stockings on you, each with a lace lining. The dress makes you feel like anyone can just walk up and see exactly what kind of mare you are… the kind who agreed to do anything just to get what she wanted. A slut.

The frilly mane ornament is in place while your hair is tied by his magic into curly pigtails, just to make sure you look ridiculous enough for anyone who might try to take you seriously. Its not the worst, though: no, the worst is a heavy leather collar securely tightened around your neck with a leash to accompany it, both shiny black leather that the prince holds in his magic. He sighs at the sight of you. “So good to see the help behaving herself,” he said, then grabbed on the leash and yanked on it. With a squawk, you stumble up against him, suddenly surrounding by his warmth and looking up at his big, green eyes.

Woah. You need to pull back a bit. He’s sexy, but he’s a demon. Just let him do what he wants and get out. It took you five minutes to get into this dress anyway, so you’re alread further along then you thought you would be. And, as if sensing your newfound resolve, he raises a hoof and swats you on the panty-clad ass. “There’s a good girl. This won’t hurt a bit… Unless you want it to.” Cheesy porn dialogue out of the way, he pushes you forward until you stumble, magic guiding your fall so that don’t get so much as a scrape as you fall to the ground, rump raised high in the air. The automatic reflex is to try and stand up, but your limbs don’t want to cooperate, and some hazy part of you is telling you that you should definitely stay like this, that this is the position you belong in… Do all mares feel this way? Is this demon magic?

You don’t have much time to think over it before the hooves start to settle on your ass, gripping it tightly and pulling it apart a bit and giggling at the effect. Hearing a demonic prince giggle is a mildly unnerving sound effect, but the anticipation just gets your heart pounding in the tight dress just a bit more. Wait, tight? This dress is tight, like a corset. Just a second ago it was… Again, your train of thought is disrupted, this time by the click of a stallion getting up onto his hind legs. You hold your breath and try and look back, but can only make out the sight of his two legs, outstretched, muscles tensed. What you make out next is the flat, LARGE head of a shaft rubbing up and down your panties, pressing into the crevice of your slit.

And then he slides your panties to the side, and your eyes widen, a sudden flash of lucidity, breaking through just in time for him to slam his shaft into you with a single, powerful pump, straight down to the balls, and then you can’t hold back and you shout for the sheer joy of the thing, hooves scrambling as you feel the warm, malleable tissue push into you, just hard enough to make sure you feel everything and just soft into to pour into you, feeling out every nook and cranny, expanding as soon as it’s inside to mold to your innards in a heavenly sensation. Your shout becomes a scream of sensation by the time he’s done, balls slipping up to slap against you before he sets down around you. He’s got to be bigger than before: even as a mare you were pretty big, and he’s easily standing over you, letting his warmth and weight push down onto you, and just sits there, relaxing onto you with a smug satisfaction.

For a second it’s a divine relief as he just waits there, your shocked mind piecing itself back together again after the rush of arousal. For the second moment, its a bit of confusion as you wonder why he’s just kind of lying there. And then it turns to desperation, a sort of jerking back and forth in an attempt to get him going again. With a move like that he can’t just… stop, can he? You start to wriggle as best you can with your ass high in the air and hindlegs pinned to the ground, and he lets out a rather meanspirited chuckle as he feels you.

“Does the little whore want more?” He asks with a wry tone, despite the question being obvious. You don’t respond immediately, trying to wriggle your way to a bit more fucking, determined to get some if you have to make it work yourself. He just sets himself down on you a little bit further, until all of you strength is suddenly focused on not getting crushed by the large demon horse. “Come now,” he said, chiding. “We both know I’m in control here. Just let me hear what you want.”

He leaned his head down and quirked an ear up, waiting for you to say it. You groan and try and hold out, but the next buckling of his knees convinces you that you’re on the losing side here. “I want you to fuck me,” you mumble.”

“Come again?” he asks, shifting back and forth in the slightest reward for your subservience. You groan and look over at him, looking at his visible eye and, after a moment’s delay say it again.

“I want you to fuck me,” you say, louder and clearer. This time, you get a full half thrust, but all too quick, all too short, a sudden jerk back and ram forth, though hard enough to scoot you forward on the ground just a little bit, and you let loose a sigh of relief as the sensation floods you again, though not enough to sate you by a longshot, and you look back over at him and pout.

“Come now,” he says before nibbling at your ear just a touch. “You can’t do it more emphatically… and more politely.”

You screw up your face, scrunching as you taste the words in your mouth and then pant as your mare bits start get hot with the need for the cock currently lodged in them and gulp down your shame. “Please,” you say, raising your voice to the slightest of shouts. “Please, ma-” you choke on the word, but force yourself to say it. “Please master, fuck me hard!”

And that gets you the relief you needed, and he launches into work. His hooves set down, this time on your sides and he starts pounding away, his dick spilling into and out of your cunt and repeatedly sliding up and down your cunt’s every bump. You didn’t know mares could drip quite as much as you are, but you like it, even as you start to puddle on the ground with traces of white that you can only assume are the first bits of his pre. You small largely at this before a sudden jolt of a thrust lifts you up all the more. At least you know he’s definitely enjoying this, too, though, if the constant lust radiating off of him in your SexVision wasn’t enough to let you know.

With a more careful thrust he grabs at your thighs and jerks them towards himself until they pop out beneath you, hoisting you up a bit as he slowly gets to his hindhooves. You don’t quite understand as your head flumps softly to the ground: it seems like such a difficult display of athleticism for no real change. But then he sets his stance just a little bit wider you realize just before he starts: with a set-up like this, he can thrust even FASTER.

That’s just what he does. Shorter, shallower thrusts, but considering his infinitely mutable shaft has already filled up your cunny to about as much as it can take, its hard to complain that he’s going for more jerky, shifting motions that leave him to roll and bump against every part of you. You’re not long for this world, though, and you finally feel it come, and feel yourself cum. You clamp down on him and your back arcs, thrusting your chest harder against the ground. Your legs and stretch out and your eyes, which were sagging from the rough sensation before, suddenly widen with an intense expression. You let out high pitched “EEEEEEE” of excitement, a bit strange, yes, but this might just be the thing that feels the best, probably better than any other singular sensation you’ve ever head. It rocks through you again and again, shooting through your head, your torso, your limbs… It must last for a full moment before you can’t take it anymore and you slump down on him.

He’s not idle himself, though. Some magic of sexual timing (or more likely, the magic of pleasure demons) leaves him to launch at the precise moment you do. His thrusting and jerking stop in favor of one, powerful pump, a thrust deep into you, where he starts to shoot out his seed. You feel the warm, gooey substance fill you up and start to drip down your thighs, forming into a large puddle with your own juices down below. He maintains that thrust for a while, until he eventually pulls out. A gush of cum follows him, rolling down your thighs, legs, and panties. You feel strangely empty without that wonderful cock inside of you, and as you slowly get to your hooves (a little bit shaky from the experience) you turn to face him with a smile, red over your face.

He looks unimpressed. “Adequate,” he said absent-mindedly, examining a hoof, but by the smile playing at the corner of his mouth, he clearly liked that a lot more than he’s willing to admit.