Bakmah sighed as he ran his claws under the hot water tap, using the heated water and soap to wash away the fluids from his scales. After they had finished and Daemon confirmed their relationship, she forced the drake to cleaning the hallway without the aid of his magic.

Turning off the tap, Bakmah dried off his hands before walking off into the hallway. Daemon was leaning up against the wall, the maid outfit floating next to her. Bakmah stared at it before making his way over to the kitchen, ignoring the grinning mare. He found his path blocked off by the outfit.

"Please don't tell me I have to make my lunch in this shit." said Bakmah, staring at the maid uniform.

"You promised~" sang Daemon. Bakmah stared at the outfit before sighing.

"You are truly evil, you know that?" Asked the drake as he started donning the top. Daemon only nodded as she watched him slip into the outfit with a content smile. After he had the skirt up, he went to grab the bonnet only to have it pulled away, black laced panties taking its place. "Oh hell no."

"What? It's part of the outfit." said Daemon with a shrug. Bakmah stared at the panties before ripping them out of the air and slipping them on under the skirt. He grabbed the bonnet, threw it on his head and made his way into the kitchen, very aware of the eyes staring at his ass.

As Bakmah searched the cabinets, he found that not much of anything edible could be found. The most he found was bread and almost expired peanut butter. He sighed as he made himself a peanut butter sandwich, sitting himself on the counter as he ate.

As the drake walked out of the kitchen when he finished, he found himself in front of a sizable strip of paper. He didn't need to read whatever was written on it to know what it was.

"No." deadpanned the drake.

"You don't even know what I was going to say." said Daemon with a pout.

"I don't need to. That is a list and there is no way in Tartarus I'm going into public for an extended amount of time in a maids outfit." said Bakmah, turning to head towards his room. He stopped as he heard the mare whimper. He turned to see her staring at him with big watery eyes.

"Fine." he said with a sigh. He grabbed the list out of the air and trudged towards the stairwell. "And please make it easier to find my way back, please!" He called back. He could only sigh as he walked out into the Everfree.

Bakmah stared at the edge of the Everfree as it turned into clearing that led to Ponyville. He glanced down at his maid outfit with a blush.

"Why is it I am attracted to that mare?" Muttered the drake. He took a deep breath as he walked out of the cover of the forest. The drake bit his lip as he started making his way towards the town.

Bakmah could feel the stares of ponies that saw him coming up down the road. He kept eyes on the ground, his deep crimson blush bright as day on his cheeks. He sub-consciously pulled his skirt further down as to try and hide his panties.

"I'm going to see if I can try and cock block her for the night." mumbled the drake as he pulled out the list. "And what a merry fucking surprise, it's a grocery list." Bakmah resisted the urge to make himself invisible and steal the food that he needed.

He sighed deeper as the sound of wings approaching him reached his ears. "I knew your guy's sex life was weird, but I stand corrected."

"Crystal, don't tempt me to shove a foot up your ass." growled the dragon, his blush now impossible to miss. "It's bad enough she has me doing this."

"I doubt your foot could reach this high, and even if it did, I am sure you wouldn’t want anypony seeing those panties.” Crystal snickered, putting a bit of distance between her and the drake. “How did she ever get you to wear that...stuff? You look ridiculous!"

Bakmah rubbed his temples summoning a glowing red foot behind the Pegasus and punted the mare across the sky. "Who said it was my foot?" Asked the drake as he continued to the town. Sadly, he doubted she would be the only one.

Luck was undoubtedly against him as he gazed at the busy Market Place, ponies walking around and chatting as they shopped. The drake cursed both his father and Daemon as he read the first item on the list.

"Apples? Shit, I should have just snuck to the orchards." said the drake. He trudged his way through the crowd, ignoring the stares, whispers, and catcalls as he made his way to the Apple cart he found was relatively close by.

"Howdy, how may Ah...." The orange earth pony running the cart trailed off as she saw the drake walk up to her. Bakmah could clearly see she was holding back her laughter. He could only glare as he grabbed a bag of apples and threw the required bits and then some on the counter.

"Don't. Say. A word." growled the dragon.

"A'right....filly." The mare lost it as she fell to the ground in laughter. Bakmah growled before snapping, the bag disappearing where it would later end up on the kitchen counter back at the castle. He looked back down at the list.

"A roll of fabric from Carousel Botique.....where the hell is that?" He asked, looking around for said shop. He paused he caught sight of a large, white building that practically screamed 'Boutique'. It was also the shop that the white unicorn from the other day came out of before chasing him across town.

"You are having so much fun right now, aren't you Daemon?" He muttered as he walked over to the shop, dreading what was probably going to happen next. And somewhere, deep in his mind, he had a sneaky feeling where Daemon fetched the outfit from.

As soon as the bell rung from him entering, a voice floated through the air. “Just one second and I’ll be right with you.” There were rolls of fabrics stacked and beautiful dresses lined up. It didn’t take much to figure out what kind of pony worked here.

“Sorry about that, Darling. Had a bit of a pro...blem...” Rarity froze when she saw the drake. Bakmah tensed, ready for the onslaught of laughter. It never came though. “So this is what Daemon wanted that for. I was quite confused when she ordered something in that size but she is always making crazy orders.”

Rarity trotted up and examined Bakmah. “I must say that looks splendid on you, but then again, I can make anypony look fabulous in that kind of outfit. I am surprised the measurements Daemon gave me were so...exact. She definitely wasn’t lying when she said it would hug in all the right places.”

She tittered before looking up at Bakmah. “I am sorry. You did come here for something, did you not?” Bakmah just held up the list and pointed at the item. “A set of quills? I’m sorry, Dear. I am afraid I don’t sell those here.”

"Quills?" Bakmah looked back at the list to find his claw on the wrong item. He groaned and moved down to the item that listed what he actually needed.

“Ah yes. The fabric she special ordered. It arrived just this morning. I will go and fetch it for you. Would you like any tea or perhaps lemonade while you wait?”

"Umm, no. I had a decent....drink awhile ago." answered the drake, a blush crawling across his cheeks as he averted his gaze.

Rarity smiled and gave him a knowing wink. “Yes. Daemon has a way of making those around her quite thirsty. I’ll be right back, darling.” The fashionista trotted off, a small smile on her lips.

Bakmah grumbled as he shifted in his spot, wanting the fashionista to hurry before anypony else could walk into the boutique and see him. Though, he knew it didn't matter since he still had a lot of other places to go to, yet.

Just then, the door to the shop burst open and a certain cerulean mare flew in. “Hey Rars, I was wondering if...” Rainbow Dash’s eyes locked onto Bakmah. “You know what? I’ll come back later.” The pegasus left as quickly as she entered.

Rarity came trotting in the room with a roll of fabric floating behind her. “Rainbow Dash? Oh, it seems she already left. Anyways, here is the item you needed. No need to worry about bits. Daemon has already paid me.” She smiled as she floated the roll to Bakmah.

"Well, at least I keep some bits." said the drake with a smile as he took the fabric. He weighed it in his hands before tossing it in the air, sending it to Daemon's bedroom with a snap of his claws. "Only about ten more items before this humiliation trip is over." He pulled out the list to find that quills were in fact his next item. "This is going to be fun."

Bakmah grumbled as he shuffled out of Sugarcube Corner, the laughter of a certain pink pony still ringing in his ears. The drake lifted up his list to read the very last item.

"'Get Fifty Shades of Hay from Golden Oaks Library.' Oh you got to be fucking kidding me." The drake planted his palm on his face as he trudged over towards where he believed the library to be. He had already been laughed at by a total of twenty ponies by the time he reached his final item and was not looking forward to more punishment.

True to its name, Golden Oaks Library was built into an actual oak tree. The feat impressed the dragon for a moment before he pushed it aside to finish his chores. He walked up and entered.

Bakmah froze as the purple dragon from the other day stood on a ladder, dusting off the books. His eye twitched when he realized that if he was going to find what he needed, he had to ask the young drake for help.

He cleared his throat as he began to speak. "Can you tell me where I can find the 'Adult' section?" Asked Bakmah, his blush dominating his face. Spike turned to address the drake only to freeze. The baby dragon stared at the elder before delving into hysterics, tumbling down to the floor below.

"O-oh wow! I didn't know yo-you enjoyed that kind of thing!" Said Spike. Bakmah sighed as he massaged his temples.

"Just tell me where the damn section is." said Bakmah, glaring at Spike. The younger dragon reigned in his laughter enough to speak.

"I-in the basement. I have to fetch the book for you since no one is allowed down there right now." said Spike, still chuckling a bit. Bakmah's eye twitched.

"Fifty Shades of Hay, please." said Bakmah through gritted teeth. Spike nodded before walking over to a door in the side of the room. Once he was on the otherside, Bakmah could hear him fall into hysterics again. "I swear she planned this."

After a few minutes, Spike came back up to the lobby, wiping a tear from his eye as he kept chuckling. "Make sure to bring it back by next month, ma'am." said Spike as he handed Bakmah the book. Not even attempting to grab it, Bakmah teleported the book to Daemon's room before stomping away from the laughing dragon.

"That guy is crazy." said Spike as he walked over to the bookshelf he was cleaning, still chuckling. He barely reached it when he disappeared in a flash of light,

Meanwhile, Bakmah made his way to the outside of town, still fuming. "Let's just hope she made me...a...sign." He stopped as he stared at the top of the Everfree Forest. Hanging above it, pointing down to what he guessed was the clearing, was a neon sign with the words 'Daemon's Dragoness Lives Here!' written on it. The dragon's eye twitched as he gave up on walking and teleported to right below the sign.

Appearing next to the staircase, Bakmah looked for a way to get rid of the sign. He found a pull cord hanging from the sign that, after he pulled it, turned it off and made it disappear. Bakmah sighed before walking back down the steps and into the castle.

"Daemon! Finally got your shit!" Called out Bakmah as he walked into the throne room. Upon entering, a pair of doors appeared and sealed off the entrance. The drake blinked before walking towards where he knew Daemon would most likely be.

Upon opening the lab doors, Bakmah was surprised to see that Daemon was not its only occupant. In the room, Crystal, Applejack, and Spike all reluctantly put on maid outfits similar to his own, each muttering under their breath. Daemon sat back with a smug grin as she watched.

"And this, little ones, is why we do not make fun of Bakksy." said Daemon. Her ears perked as she heard the door close and smiled over at Bakmah. "Oh, hello, Bakksy!"

"Why are they in maid's outfits?" He paused. "This better not be some twisted orgy...."

“Just what kind of mare do you think I am, Bakksy? I’ve went out and enlisted help for your first day. I thought you would be grateful at least.” A mischievous grin marked her face. “Come now, little ones. The advancement of life waits for no soul...except mine of course.”

"I think, in some twisted way, I 'll enjoy this." said Bakmah with a grin. "So, what is it we have them do? Also, can I take this fucking thing off now?"

“No. You promised a full day. As for them, they’ll help with my experiments. Just like you were going to. Don’t worry everypony and dragon. It shouldn’t be anything too hard.”

Crystal pulled at the collar of the outfit. “What about dangerous?”

“Like I said, it’s not anything too hard.” Daemon chuckled as motioned for AJ to come to her. “Now, farmhand...” This earned a bit of a look from the pony. “See these stones. Align them in proper accordance to kaleidoscopic order.”

AppleJack just stared at the stones for a moment. “Uhh...What?” This made Daemon chuckled gleefully.

“Line them up like a pretty rainbow. Shouldn’t be too hard to get it right considering who you’re friends with.” Daemon then turned around and stared at Spike. “You! Sweep the floors and arrange things how they’re labeled. They don’t have a label, leave them.”

“Aw man. That’s just what Twilight has me do all the time.” The little dragon walked over to a broom, fixing his bonnet before he got to sweeping.

Daemon teleported Crystal next to her. “Alright.” Daemon grabbed a beaker and dumped its contents into a bowl of black liquid. “Come and get me when that turns white. Keep a close eye on it. Timing is crucial.”

“How long am I going to be sitting here?”

Daemon thought for a second. “About ten minutes...” Crystal’s face lit up. “Or ten hours.” And then she frowned. “Anyways, it’s time to work on my floral experiments.” Daemon motioned for Bakmah to follow her as she walked to the side of the lab with all the flowers.

"Plants? Daemon, I have absolutely no plant experience except which one would make my dick itch if I piss on it." said Bakmah as he followed the mare.

Daemon gave him a dull look. “I assumed nothing like that, Bakksy. Anyways, what I am to be doing, no one else can quite do it the same. I just wanted you to watch.” Daemon faced a large pot of dirt on the counter.

"You want me to watch? That defeats the purpose of asking for my help, and in a maids outfit may I remind you. The panties ride up my crotch for father's sake."

“You act as if this is the only task you’re going to be assigned.” A grin spread on her lips. “I just want your opinion for these few experiments.”

"You creep me out and arouse me at the same time. It's scary." said the drake with a shake of his head. Daemon put a hoof to her lips, signalling the drake to stay silent. Her eyes scan the wall of the multiple flowers that adorned it.

“Every type and subtype. I have at my whim to make what I wish. Let us take from an Anthurium and some from a sprig of Foal’s Breath. Mix them with a Dahlia and some Gerbera.” As she spoke, silvery threads seemed to flow from the flowers mention. They swirled together in the air over top the pot of dirt. “What is your favorite type of flower, Bakksy?”

"Haven't really thought of that too much." said Bakmah with a thoughtful hum. "I remember a beautiful flower from the more central north regions of Equestria. Beleive its name was the Lady Slipper. Interesting backstory on how it came to be." said the drake.

“Oh I am sure it’s quite a story.” A line of silver came to join the others. “Now, to give it a physical form.” The threads swirled tightly together before flashing. A small seed was left in it’s wake. Daemon lowered the seed into the dirt. She then turned to face Bakmah. “And now we have a new species of flower. I wonder how it will look, yes?”

"Yes, I do wonder. But all beautiful things take time and care to form, am I correct?"

“No. I can actually grow this to its full potential within seconds if I wanted to...but I don’t.” Daemon looked at the pot with a smile. “I think I will see how well it grows on it’s own.” Daemon’s eyes wandered over to the back of the room. “Playing with docile plants is all good and fun, isn’t it?”

"It is, though I have to wait about one or two months for the final results." said the drake.

“Yes. That is the point I am trying to make though.” Daemon rolled her eyes before watching the others work at their tasks. AJ was having quite a bit of trouble as some of the stones Daemon assigned to her were too heavy to even lift off the tables. Spike kept looking between two boxes, them both labeled in a runic language long forgotten to most.

Crystal perked her ears up when the liquid se was watching turned blue. “Um...Daemon!” The unicorn shook her head.

“That’s not white, now is it?”

“...No.” The pegasus went back to watching.

Daemon turned back to Bakmah. “I am not used to having this much help.”

"Can see that." He looked around. "In some sense, I think it's better if you employ help actually suited for your experiments."

“No.” The mare said simply as she sat and crossed her hooves.

"Fine. Don't get help then." He smirked. “Or find a very productive way to spend your time." Daemon slowly looked over to him with a stern gaze. She took a hoof and pointed at the locked door.

The large lock unclasped and fell to the ground before the door slowly swung open. “You wish to know of my productivity? Just go in there. Don’t blame me for any injuries you may receive though.” It was a looming darkness through the door, no more than a foot or two visibility from the light of the lab.

Bakmah stared at the now open door with a sense of dread and curiosity. Part of his more animalistic side told him to stay put, but the more curious said forward. He bit his lip as he slowly started for the door.

The drake could feel the unicorn’s eyes boring into his back as he slowly went through the door. It was nearly pitch black on the other side, but not so dark as to not allow some night vision. Bakmah could just make out another door on the far wall, becoming aware that he was in a room.

The door behind him suddenly slammed shut, the sound of it locking again echoing around him. “What the fuck?! Daemon...” Bakmah froze as he turned around. There was something in between him and the door. And it wasn’t Daemon.

The drake took a couple steps back as the thing unfurled its leathery wings, its glowing, slitted eyes focused on him in the darkness. “Sorry Bakksy. I couldn’t let her out. She likes to play too rough.”

The creature growled, baring her long, pointed fangs. She had long tufts of fur that covered some of the scales the lined her entire body. Both her scales and fur bore a striking pattern that could not be mistaken.While Bakmah had never seen a creature like it straight out, it was obvious what it was.

It looked as if someone, or a certain somepony, had taken a dragon and tiger and smashed them together. The results now stood before him, growling. Nope, not in front of him anymore. The thing had suddenly disappeared from his view.

He was only alerted by a small scraping sound from above, barely rolling out of the way before the creature came crashing down in the spot he had been in. It let out a small roar before appearing right in front of Bakmah in a flash. Teleportation. It could teleport.

Bakmah braced himself for the beast to...start rubbing against him. It purred as it pressed it’s body against his. “NO! No Snuffy! He’s mine. Go lay down!” Daemon appeared in the room beside them. Snuffy, as Daemon called it, let out a whine before walking a bit away from them and laying down, it’s tail flicking side to side. “Sorry. Forgot it was her mating season.”

"And what would have happened if it wasn't?" Asked Bakmah, staring at Snuffy.

“She would have probably tried to rip your throat out. That’s why I have her in this room. She is the most obedient of my creations. Make a good guard for the rest of the backlab.” Daemon trotted over and petted Snuffy, causing her to purr. “Aww. Poor little thing just wants some lovin.”

"You left me in a room with a creature that would probably try and kill, and succeed if it was immortal?"

“But she isn’t immortal, though, she does have quite the extended lifespan. A few thousand years is what I estimate. And she is only a few hundred years in, isn’t she?” Daemon began baby talking to the thing at the last part.

"That is both cute and slightly disturbing." said the drake with a small smile.

“Yes, the tiger part of her allowed her to mature quickly while her dragon part keeps her lifespan extended. I also snuck a bit of unicorn in there for some magic effects, hence the teleporting. She is quite the hunter with that.”

"Considering she used teleportation to try and get lucky with me, I don't doubt that for a minute."

“Speaking of that, I do need to try and breed her to see if she is fertile. It won’t do trying to make another one of her completely. I don’t get many chances to get a live dragon for experimenting. Don’t worry. The one I used was being hunted down anyway. Something about killing some hatchlings.”

"As long as I'm not subject to any of these experiments, I'm fine."

Daemon chuckled. “You haven’t minded my experiments on you so far.” She leaned against Snuffy while giving him a knowing wink.

"You know what I mean." He said with a roll of his eyes.

Daemon was silent for a moment before smiling. “Would you have done it?”

"What? Sleep with Snuffy?" He looked over at the creature. "Not sure. Not the only one to try and get lucky with me. I think you're the only one to succeed."

“Oh you naughty dragon. I wasn’t referring to that at all.” Daemon laughed. “I was talking about me experimenting on you, as long as it wasn’t life threatening.”

"Well...um...I guess? The last few 'experiments' have been more enjoyable then I would like to admit."

“So...” Daemon’s grin said it all. “If I hadn’t stopped Snuffy, you would have went ahead and fucked her?”

Bakmah blushed. "Maybe."

“No maybe about it. That tight, wet pussy begging to be stuffed with your thick dragon cock. Just wanting you to pound away at her until you spilled your seed inside. You couldn’t have denied that.”

Bakmah blushed as a bulge started to form in his panties. "You're being very vivid, aren't you?"

“Only as much as you’re wanting me to be!” Trilled Daemon as she walked over to the entrance. “Now come on and let’s get out of here before you fuck my pet. I am not willing to share you just yet.”

Bakmah sighed in relief, nodding in agreement. He soon found himself back in the main lab. "You better make up for trying to get me turned on by your pet." said the drake.

“Oh, there was no trying about it. Anyways, were you wanting to cock block me for the night.” Daemon pushed the door open. “Oh, did you not think I wasn’t watching and listening to you. Shouldn’t have said it out loud.”

"I..but.....oh come the fuck on! Now you're going to cock block me?"

Daemon just smiled and stuck out her tongue before exiting the room, but the sound of scales shifting on stone reminded he wasn’t alone.

"Oh, you are evil." said the drake with a sigh.

There was clicking of claws on the ground as Snuffy creeped towards Bakmah. It was quite obvious that she was going to try and continue her earlier course of action now that Daemon wasn’t here to stop her.

"Two horny dragons in a room. Totally won't lead to sex." muttered Bakmah.

A soft purr emanated from the dragon tiger mix as she rubbed against Bakmah’s side. She wrapped her tail around him as she made her way in front of him, laying on the ground with her rear slightly raised. Her tail swept back and forth excitedly as she looked back at him.

Bakmah bit his lip. Part of him wanted to walk out of the room and join Daemon back in the lab, but another part wanted to take the dragon tiger mix right there. It didn't help that Daemon gave him a huge boner and refused to help him with it the rest of the night.

Bakmah slowly started to roll up the dress to give him more room. He then grabbed his panties by the waist band and dropped them down to his ankles, his member flopping out as he did. He took a deep breath as what he was about to do set in.

Placing his claws on either side of the creature's flanks, slowly shuffling forward so his tip sat on her wet entrance. He could feel Snuffy shiver in anticipation as he prepared to enter.

A soft moan emanated from the mix as Bakmah slid into her. He let out a small groan as her virgin folds tightened around him as he ventured further. Snuffy began to whimper as his member pressed against a barrier.

Knowing he could deeper, Bakmah carefully pushed against it. It suddenly gave way as Snuffy let out a pained growl. The drake stopped and let the mix adjust to his length, not wanting to injure her. After awhile, he felt her relax and he pushed on.

Bakmah picked up on a steady pace, pumping into the wanting dragon tiger mix. Snuffy started to purr slightly as she leaned back, giving him more access. Bakmah slowly found himself getting lost in the fact that he was finally finding a release after his tiring and stressful day.

A moan escaped his lips as Snuffy started slamming her hips into his, picking up their pace. The complete amount of sensations around him were causing his vision started to go white. He hardly paid attention as his partner came.

A familiar pressure began to form in him, driving his pace to quicken. His partner seemed to notice and picked up her own pace to match his. He growled slightly as he tried to hold out for a while longer, but he was finding it impossible.

With a roar that shook the walls, he unleashed his seed into Snuffy, earning a growl in return. Bakmah slowly started to slump forward as he came down from his climax. It was only after he finished that he allowed himself to collapse to the ground.

“Sssso good.” The voice came out as a slight hiss. “Snuffy like you.” The dragon tiger mix turned to Bakmah with a smile. “Snuffy won’t kill you when you come in. You just visit Snuffy often.” She crawled up and gave him a lick on the cheek. “Snuffy likes the way you help her.” The tiger dragon mix got up and sauntered off, still visibly shaky from her recent orgasm. She went to the door of the opposite side and laid down there.

Bakmah slowly got his legs, wobbling slightly as he did. He grabbed his panties, which had fallen off at some point, put them back on, and pushed his skirt back into its proper place before trudging towards the door. He gave one last glance to the tiger dragon mix, only to find her head between her hind legs, licking up the excess of his mess.

Bakmah quickly exited the room, in fear of getting dragged into something else with Snuffy. Outside, he found Daemon dismissing Spike and AJ.

“Thank you for your assistance, Spike. Here are some gems. Just learn not to make fun of those who are different ok?” The little drake nodded, excited at the prospect of gaining a reward. Daemon gave him as many as he could carry, which was a lot with that outfit, and sent him off. “It’s a straight shot to the exit!” She smiled as he ran off.

Then she turned to AJ, who looked mighty nervous. “I would have thought you to have known better, but you did a good job anyways.” A bag appeared in the air next to Daemon. “These bits rightfully belong to you. I believe they may have been...misplaced.” Daemon shot a glance at Bakmah. “You can keep the dress and panties. I’ll see you around, Farmhoof.”

“Ah am not really sure whether your bein’ nice or still teasin’ me, but Ah’m gonna be optimistic an say you’re bein nice.” The farm pony tilted her hat and made off after Spike.

Crystal still sat in front of the liquid, it now a different colour. Daemon just chuckled. “You can go home, Crystal. All that is is some enchanted food colouring I made. It only turns white when the magic wears off.”

Crystal pulled herself up, giving Daemon a dead stare. “That’s just mean.” Daemon shrugged and motioned her over.

“I know, but it’s getting late. I’ll get you some good food to make up for it.” This made Crystal’s ears perk. “Now get home before a certain somepony starts worrying about you...and keep the dress and panties too. I don’t need them.” Crystal huffed but otherwise left.

Daemon turned to Bakmah wearing a blank expression. “Hmm. I guess you had yourself some fun.”

"It was either that or have a massive boner until morning. On the bright side, I don't have to worry about getting my throat ripped out getting in there." said the drake with a shrug.

“I’m sure.” Daemon turned around and made for the door. “I am quite tired. I’m gonna go to bed.” She stopped at the door and looked back at him. “Follow me or get stuck in here when I lock it.”

Bakmah hurriedly made for the exit as to not get stuck in the lab. "Yeah, not my favorite option."

They exited the lab only to come into the main hallway. All the doors were gone, save the one to Daemon’s bedroom. She simply walked to it without a word, Bakmah following right behind. Once inside Daemon’s room, the drake noticed Daemon’s massive bed had been replaced with one of a much smaller size.

Daemon trotted over and jumped on the bed, throwing the covers over her. The bed was just big enough to fit Daemon, leaving Bakma nowhere to lay but the floor.

"I'm sorry, alright. I'll try to make up to you, if you let me."

“Sorry?” Daemon looked back at him. “What are you sorry for?”

"It looks like you're pissed off at me for...um..you know." A blush crept onto his face as he started to remove his outfit.

“Giving it to Snuffy? No. I am not mad at that. I am not mad at all. Do you think you would even be here right now if I were angry? I am just very very disappointed, Bakmah.”

"Then that," he said as he sat himself on the floor. "Is my reason for saying sorry. For whatever I need to be sorry about. If I disappoint you, then I feel the need to apologize for it."

“And it rings hollow because you have no idea what you’re apologizing for, do you?” Daemon twisted around to face him, still wearing a blank expression.

"I can name a few after today's events. The orb, my actions around the ponies in town, the fact that I slept with Snuffy out of the need of release, or because I planned at denying you any because I was angry at the fact that you had me running around in a maids outfit. If I must apologize for all, I will."

“And not one of those reasons are why I am disappointed at you for.” Daemon sat up in the bed, taking a deep breath. “Do you want to know why I am disappointed?”

"I would." said the drake, worried.

“I’t because even after I said I wasn’t ready to share you, you ignored me and gave yourself to another. I don’t care that it was Snuffy. You could have had her anytime you both wanted to after I was ready to share. That’s not the only reason. It also disappoints me that after all the loops I put you through today, I would not have a reward ready for you. You assumed I cut you off and you sought out another source of relief. I am not that cruel.”

The drake stammered, shocked as the effects of his choices were shown to him. "I...I..." He let out a sigh and slumped forward. "No. Sorry can't fix this. Neither does ignoring it." He fell onto his back and clasped his face in his claws. "Why am I so fucking stupid?"

“Because you have yet to learn how a mare feels, Bakksy. You do not have to sleep on the floor as long as you understand why I am disappointed.” Daemon pointed to a bed the was not previously there at the opposite wall. “Just for your comfort, I’ll also say this. As with I am not angry, I am also not hurt by your actions. But still, I think sleeping without me next to you for tonight will be a good thing. Alright?”

Bakmah got up off the floor, a few pops emanating from his back. "No promises." The drake trudged over to other bed before climbing into it. He let his head lay on the pillow as he stared the ceiling. "I'm still going to say Sorry one more time." he said with small smirk.

“And I accept that apology now. Goodnight, Bakksy.” Daemon laid down and covered up again.

Bakmah smiled softly before accepting that was as far as he would get for the night. He had no idea how the next day would go between them, but for now, he succumbed himself to Luna's Realm of Dreams.