Dust Can't Dust pt. 2

 	-This takes place years later after the original story, http://pastebin.com/fqGykPye. It's suggested you read this first to get full a understanding of where this comes from.-
You're lying in your house on the couch with Dust, nestled together, occasionally shifting to find the perfect positioning. Your arm lays lazily over Dust, resting your head on her shoulder as you watch the latest Daring Do special: Daring Do and the Diamond of Khal'zir. Although she doesn't have her maid clothing on, you find that she looks just as gorgeous without it. The both of you have slowly developed feelings for each other over the past few years, which is really the main reason why she's letting you be this close to her. While she's still technically your maid, you haven't exactly enforced it for the past few years. She's independent enough to clean the house on occasion, but it's not to the point of flawlessness like it was when she was just youndsur worker.
	You maneuver around Dust, deciding to go get something to eat. "Dust, you want anything from the kitchen?" Dust's eyes don't leave the TV, but she replies. "The usual." You wonder what ever lead Dust to a situation where she had ever tried such an odd concoction, but you can't deny it's flavor. A Sinner's Sandwich, a mixture of things you would have never thought could be combined and placed in between two pieces of bread. Turkey breast, Strawberry jam, and cereal. Over the years of getting to know Dust, you've learned this is her favorite food, and she requests it every time you make lunch for the two of you.
	You gather all of your materials, for your lunch and Dust's. While you prepare your meals, you can't help but contemplate. All these years of hanging out, you can't help but to have feelings for her. There were always rough times between the two of you, but she never failed to make you smile, no matter how hard she messed up. That trademark smirk of hers never failed to let her weave her way out of trouble. The moxie in that mare is beyond anything you've ever seen. You finally manage to make the sandwiches, and scramble back out to the living room, unaware of how long you were lost in thought. You find Dust's hooves clacking around, in her ruffled maid outfit as she cleans around the living room. You catch her bent over, scrubbing the floor.
	You can't help but giggle, but at the same time you're stunned by Lightning's amazing bodily detail. You gaze, stricken in awe over Lightning Dust's phenomenal rear end. Each slight movement she makes is shown in her muscle. She pauses, turning around to spot you gawking at her. She looks shocked for a moment, turning to conceal herself, and her face flushes. You manage to stammer out a response. "I-i got your sa-sa-sandwich, Dust." She composes herself, pulling the sandwich off the platter then laying back onto the couch. You cautiously return to your position behind her, pressing against each other for the space on the sofa. "You didn't see anything..did you?" Dust asks. "No, I just..spaced out, is all."
	This was one of the very few times where you could tell Dust was self-conscious. You give her a weak smile. "Dust, why don't you take the day off?" She nods weakly. She stays on the couch, but wiggles out of her maid uniform. You hold your breath as she ends up grinding against you while she struggles off the clothing. She kicks off a final frilled bracelet, before ceasing her thrashing. You can't help but smile at her. "Quit looking at me like that, you freak!" She retorts. You remain silent for a moment, gathering all of your guts and suppressing the anxiousness held within your stomache. "Dust, how would you like to live here, with me? For free, you don't have to do any chores."
	Dust raises a brow. "What's in it for you? I mean, there's some reason you want me to stay here if i'm not working." "I enjoy your company, that's all. I'll hire a new maid who can clean for us." She takes a nervous gulp of air. "Just my company, huh?.." She looks down, but pulls back up immeadiately with a stern face. "That's alright. I know i'm pretty great, so I guess I could privilege you by living here." "Cool, i'll start looking for a new maid right away." After a few hours of debating who would be the next best candidate, Dust finally agreed with me on a new maid.
	About a month later, the feelings between you and Dust have intensified greatly. You gathered the courage to ask her out, and she said yes. You wake up, finding Dust snoring directly into your face. The early morning doorbell was your alarm clock for today. You get out of bed, leaving Dust behind to sleep in, racing down the steps to the hallway. You open the door, finding your new maid resting on her haunches. Your mouth is left ajar as you stare at her. "Come on in, Miss..." She scoffs at you. "Hmph! How have you not heard of me?" She places a hoof proudly to her chest. "You can call me Miss Rarity. I'll be your new maid." She looks around, gasping at your home's condition. "Oh, what an irrifutably messy house! I can't believe you'd let a place as luxurious as this turn to such wreckage!"
	Dust turns the corner, yawning. "Anon, is everything alri-" She stops, to find you talking to the new servant. "Anon!" She scowls. "What? this is the one we agreed on, right?" "Not her, you moron. Look down." You find yourself looking down to see your boxers, partially 'exposed'. You suddenly realize that you'd forgot to dress yourself before you answered the door. Other than the tight undershirt you had left on from the night before, you were down to your underwear standing directly in front of your new worker. You blush, only to find Miss Rarity giggling at you. "Oh don't worry, darling. I've been in this business long enough to be professional about it. At least you HAVE clothing on during our first meeting." You'd rather not ask as to how something like that came about. "Right then. You can just call me Master. This, is my...companion, Lightning Dust. You are to respect her like you would respect me."
	Rarity raises a brow. "Oh wow, YOU have a girlfriend in such a pigsty like this? How does she even tolerate it?" Dust growls at her from up the stairs, floating down to land next to you. You pat Dust's head. "Don't let it get to you, Dust. Anyway, you're here for a reason, Miss Rarity. Get to work." Rarity rolls her eyes. "Celestia knows I wouldn't do this filthy work if it weren't for the pay. A girl's gotta get materials for her dresses, after all!" You nod in agreement, despite your apathy. "You can start off by making us some breakfast." "I'd like some-"
	Rarity stands on her hind hooves, placing a hoof over your mouth. "Please, you wouldn't know what you'd like for breakfast if it bit you. It'll be done in a moment, where's the kitchen?" "Two doors down to the left." You scratch Dust's ear, then you walk with her into the Living room. You both assume your positions on the couch, and you turn on the TV with the remote. Dust looks back to you. "You shouldn't let her talk to you like that, you know."
"Why, what's wrong with it? It's not like you weren't doing it too, Dust." "But this is different, Anon. You know how I am. I've got a reason to be this way, because i'm the greatest."
	You smile. "I sense a little jealousy, huh Dust?" "Shut up already! I'd never be jealous of her." "Well, just don't let it get to you, Dust. If she really irks me i'll bring her downstairs." Dust shakes her head, shivering at the thought of the word 'downstairs'. Rarity finally returns with two platters of food, decoratively arranged in extravagant fashion. You take the first bite, enjoying all of the crisp flavors of the dish. It's far too sophisticated for you to understand what it is, so you keep quiet to avoid making yourself look like a classless fool. "Wow Rarity, this is excellent! Don't you think so too, Dust?" Dust slowly chews,but does not reply. "Don't worry, Rarity, She hasn't warmed up to you yet." "Oh, it's alright, darling. I'd never let someone like her get to me."
	Dust stops, finishes chewing and yells out. "What do you mean, LIKE ME?" "Someone who's not as lady like as me, is all." You put down the fork. "Rarity, cool it down. That's my girl you're talking to, remember?" Rarity nods. "You're right. I'm sorry, Dust. That was very rude of me, and i'm not prone to such outbursts. I apologize if I angered you." Dust grumbles in retaliation, but says nothing more because you're here. You decide to pipe up before a fight happens. "Rarity, go ahead and clean up the plates, then get to cleaning the house." Rarity nods, taking the platters away with her telekinesis. "Now Dust, you two gotta play nice. She's our maid, and so we have to treat her with as much respect as she does us."
	Hours later, you find the rest of the house from the living room, looks spotless. It was like when Dust was nothing but a servant to you. Rarity walks in, gasping from exhaustion. "Almost done. Do you mind if I clean in here, dear?" You shake your head. Dust is glued to the TV, so your voice is the only one that matters. Rarity nods with a wink, and begins to clean. You go back to watching TV, occasionally phasing back out and finding the room being progressively cleaner. Dust is still way too occupied by the TV to notice the metamorphosis.
	At one point, you come back into reality, finding Rarity bent over, scooping something out from under the table. You gaze, staring at Rarity's white and blue striped panties. Her marehood is pressed against her undergarments, revealing every detail of her flower, despite being obscured. She comes back up, noting you. She winks, before you receive a swift jab by a hoof. You grab your chin on reaction, looking over to Dust with a growl on her face. "Well, Rarity, I must say i'm impressed. You're relieved of the rest of your duties today, we'll see you tomorrow."
	Rarity smiles, flipping her hair back with a hoof. "Right, I'll see you tomorrow.. Master." "Do you need a ride home, Rarity? It's getting late." Rarity puts a hoof to her chin. "Now that you mention it, I suppose I could use a drive home." You look to Dust for approval, but she doesn't seem in the greatest of moods. "Whatever, Anon. Just go drop her off, already." You shrug, and decide to take Rarity home. You open your door, guiding her into your car. As you cruise through the streets, Rarity oohs and ahhs at all of the nightlife signs.  "What a beautiful sight, isn't it, Anon?" You shrug. Maybe since she and Dust aren't really from here they aren't fully aware of all of the customs. Finally, you arrive at Rarity's place. It's somehow cleaner than your house, despite Rarity's work. "Thanks for the ride, darling." You look at her, and nod. "I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Rarity."
She gives you another smile, pecking you on the cheek before hopping out of the car.
	You hold your hand to your cheek, as blood rushes to your face. You watch Rarity walking towards her door, with her petite rear swaying as she strolls. She turns back, giving you another smile, before shutting the door. You race home, and hop out of the car. You open up your house, unable to find Dust in the Living room or Kitchen. You figure she went off for a night fly, so you go to your room. Instead of flopping onto your bed, you see Dust, in her maid outfit, scrubbing the floor. "Dust, what are you doing? Rarity already cleaned up here." She gives you a wicked smile, before bending down. "Dust, I already asked, what are y- OH."
-Part Two, Finished,continued tomorrow-