Derpibooru ID number: 1129419
Artist: zwitterkitsune

A little time off the farm never hurt. Every member of the Pie family took some, when they wanted it. Maud had pursued Rock Science, Pinkie lived with the Cakes, and Marble... well, Marble cleaned. She didn’t want to be a burden on the lovely zebra who had taken her in, so she’d bought herself a duster and a frilly little uniform, and gone right to work. Every day, as her kindly host went out to collect ingredients, Marble dutifully dusted the shelves, swishing her duster this way and that until nary a speck of dust remained on a single potion bottle.

She didn’t mind the job. In fact, she loved it. It felt so naughty and daring, wearing her skimpy little maid outfit as she dusted all by her lonesome. The fabric hugged her curves tight, all the way down to her tail, where it went no further. Why, if anyone were to walk in while she was dusting, it would be hard not to get an eyeful of thick gray thighs, honed by years on the farm and heavy Pie family cooking. How scandalous that would be! Why, just the thought of it left her so hot and bothered that sometimes she could barely focus on her work...

Crash! A little red blush spread over her cheeks as a bottle fell to the floor. Oh, dear! Not the No Worries brew! Her breath came fast and ragged as she worried over what to do, how to clean it, how to explain to Zecora... then she breathed slower, and slower still as the potion’s glowing blue fumes worked their magic on her. No worries. None at all. Crunch, tinkle, crack. More bottles fell as she swept her duster lazily over the shelves. Oh dear, what a tragedy.

The fumes were rising, Arousal Draughts and Sensitivity Serums seeping in through exposed skin. Professional for a maid it was not, but Marble just couldn’t help feeling warm, needy, and wet. Nipples harder than rocks poked through the thin fabric of her uniform. She would need some alone time for certain, once she was done here. “Mm-hmm~”

She cooed with delight, enjoying herself so much that she nearly wanted to knock something over on purpose. Her accidents were more than enough fun on their own. Soon, she’d reached the shelves of stranger mixes, and knocked most of those potions over as well. Thick, bubbling sounds filled the cottage as they mixed together in strange ways, the floor barely visible through all the magic.

A slimy green tentacle wriggled up through the bubbling puddles, slithering eagerly up its creator’s leg, and tugging at her lacy panties. Marble smiled lazily at the invitation, enjoying its enthusiastic touch. She turned around slowly to meet it, a sly little grin spread across her face. “Mm-hmm?”