"Oh come on Trixie!" Twilight pleaded.

"No, I look ridiculous!" an irritated voice responded. It sounded from behind a silk clothes screen in Twilight's lavish castle bedroom.

"But I had it made especially for you! I bet you look fantastic!"

An irritated sigh sounded from the screen, followed by its owner revealing herself.

Twilight released a squee of joy as she laid her eyes on Trixie. Her hair and tail had been brushed out to flow its full length, and a frilly hairband adorned her head, decorated with colorful flowers.  She was dressed in a dark black maid dress, its cuffs, collar and rim adorned in large white frills. Grey transparent tights covered her hind legs, and on her feet sat small black shoes. A black bow hung around her waist. The entire outfit had been tailor made to her shape, and it fit her perfectly. The royal tailors had outdone themselves again.

"This is humiliating," Trixie groaned.

"I think you look amazing Trixie!" Twilight argued, sitting on the side of her bed. "See for yourself!" She waved a hoof to a tall mirror set in a golden stand propped against her wall.

Trixie took a moment to regard herself in the mirror.

"It's tailor made for you, and the material is of the finest quality. Don't you think it looks good?"

"I do pull it off pretty well..." Trixie agreed, posing for herself in the mirror.

"That's the spirit!" Twilight responded with glee. "Now its time for your first order of business!" Twilight spread her wings wide. "I want you to preen my wings."

A look of shock crossed Trixie's face.

"What?! I don't know anything about preening wings... don't you have people more qualified for this kind of thing?" she asked, bewildered.

"It's not exactly a complicated procedure Trixie," Twilight explained with a chuckle. "All you need to do is straighten out any ruffled feathers. Here, use this comb." Twilight levitated a small, ornate black comb over to Trixie. "Just be gentle, the feathers are quite sensitive."

Trixie released another sigh, and gripped the comb in her own magic.

"Don't blame me if this hurts, or I mess up your wings," she added.

"I'm sure you will do fine."

Trixie approached Twilight's extended left wing, and slowly ran the comb through it, straightening out any bent feathers. Twilight let out a small giggle as the comb passed through.

"Whats so funny?" Trixie asked

"Huh? Oh, it just tickles a little. It feels quite nice though." Twilight let out a satisfied sigh as Trixie passed the comb through her wing again.

Twilight's giggling and satisfied hums began to make Trixie feel uncomfortable, and started to make her wonder if what she was doing was a little more intimate than she initially realised.

"Do you... usually have somepony else do this for you?" Trixie asked. A blush had begun to creep up her neck.

"Oh no, I usually take care of my own preening, I've never had another pony do it for me before.

"What?!" Trixie exclaimed, almost dropping the comb. "Then why am I doing it?"

"Because you are my personal servant Trixie, you get all the special jobs!"

An uncomfortable feeling began to develop in the pit of Trixie's stomach. Something told her that there was probably far more 'special' jobs coming her way.

"Plus I always wanted to know what it felt like to have another pony do this for me. Some pegasus friends of mine told me that It's quite a pleasant experience, and I have to agree with them."

Trixie stayed silent, her embarrassment robbing her of words.

"They also mentioned that its quite fun to have somepony do it the old fashioned way... with their mouth." Twilight practically whispered the last three words, and threw Trixie a sultry, half lidded gaze.

Trixie's eyes grew wide.

"There's no way you are getting me to do that!"

Twilight chuckled at Trixie's embarrassment. It seemd to be an endless source of joy for her.

"Don't worry, thats why I gave you the comb!"

A few moments of silence passed as Trixie continued her work.

"Why are you doing this anyway?" Trixie asked.

"Because its important to take care of my wings."

"No I mean... the servant thing. Why are you having me do this? Do you just want to rub in your superiority over me?"

Twilight fell silent for a moment.

"I'm just happy to see you again Trixie," she responded eventually, in a carefully chosen cheerful tone. Trixie responded with a dismissive laugh.

"No really I am, you always ran off the last two times you appeared, now I have you right where I want you!"

"Whatever..." Trixie simply continued her work in silence.

After a short while, Trixie stepped back from the princess.

"There, I think its done," she mumbled.

Twilight stretched her wings to examine them.

"Pretty good job for somepony who had never done this before. I think you're a natural." Twilight reached out with a wing to stroke Trixie's cheek.

"Cut it out!" Trixie exclaimed, scrunching her face and recoiling from the princess's touch, her blush returning to her cheeks. Twilight just giggled in response.

"Now for the next order of business, would you please go and run a bath for me," Twilight requested, pointing towards the en suite bathroom with a hoof.

There were only two words that passed through Trixie's mind at the request.

Oh no...