You wake up to an interesting sight. Two large orbs, the size of basketballs, creating an ominous shadow over you. Above them you spotted a set of familiar eyes and horns looking over them.
“Oh, Gala? You’re up?” you say, recognizing the horns and extremely large bust.
Suddenly Gala grabs you by the shirt and throws you on the ground.
“Ow! What the he-” A hoof presses your head to the floor, interrupting you.
“What I’m doing is giving you a lesson in humility, human,” Gala said, incorrectly guessing what you were going to say.
“Humility? What for?” As outraged as this was, you had two reasons for wanting to keep your calm. 1. You’ve fantasized about being in a situation like this before, just under a boot and not a hoof. 2. You saw how strong this girl was the other day, so you knew she was holding back if your head wasn’t paste already.
“For forcing the empress to sleep on the floor!”
Oh yeah, Zea. Was she still sleeping through all this? You couldn’t see her from where you were, but it seemed possible to you that she’d be a heavy sleeper. “But she was the one who volunteered,” you point out.
“Then you should’ve insisted against it! She’s the Empress, she deserves a far more dignified accommodation than sleeping on the filthy floor.”
Your floor wasn't that filthy, maybe you could've vacuumed but... wait focus. Okay, so she’s fanatically devoted to Zea. How do you argue against her? “W-well, it was her word. You don’t want me arguing against what the empress wants, right?”
The silent pause indicated that your words struck true. “I-No... Uh… Even though she’s your relative and she’s living in your home, that’s not an excuse to degrade her to such a state.”
“Uh, she’s also agreed to be my maid while she’s living here,” you add.
“What? That’s far too outrageous!”
“But she was the one who offered it.”
You could hear Gala grunt in anger and feel her hoof press harder against your head. “You think you can just force Zealandia’s royal blood into being your servant? You should be honored to serve her instead, even if you aren’t her subject.”
This royal guard was becoming angrier by the second. “Wait a minute, I’m her relative. Doesn’t that make me royal blood too?”
“Uh… technically, I guess?”
“So… that means you’re stepping on a royal too.”
“U-” You felt Gala release some of the force on your head. It was then you heard the familiar sound of a snake tail stirring on your wooden floor. Zea must be waking up.
“Look, we might’ve gotten off on the wrong foot,” you say more quietly. “How about you ask Ze- her highness about our agreement and see if she’s okay with it.”
Gala thought about your compromise a bit before finally lifting her hoof off of you. “Fine. As a royal guard, I should be acting on her behest, but given the circumstances, I suppose asking her opinion on this matter wouldn’t hurt.”
You started to get up. “That’s g-” You bumped your head into her breasts while standing up. “Ah, sorry.” Once you stand up, you get a better look at the holstour. Now that she’s standing straight up in front of you, you can tell she’s actually shorter than you, to your surprise. Her forehead only goes up to your chin. She wasn’t in her armor anymore and only wore a pair of tight pants and a tighter shirt. Her left hand is planted firmly on her hip while her right is hanging limp at its side. That was the one that was injured. Gala also has a cute angry look on her face. Oh no, is she angry that you bumped into her large boobs?
“But whatever she says, I’m still gonna keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t mistreat my Empress. Got it?”
“G-got it,” you said.
A yawn could be heard in the corner as Zea stretched herself awake. She noticed you and Gala looking over to her. “Ah, Master. Gala. Good morning.”
“Mornin.”
“My empress,” Gala kneeled, her arm slumping down on the floor.
“Ah! Gala, don't stress your arm too much.” Zea immediately lowered herself to the holstaur’s level. She pulled the blanket off her back and immediately turned it into a sling for Gala’s arm.
“Forgive me, My Empress,” Gala said.
“It’s okay. Just take it easy so you heal faster, alright?”
“As you command.”
“I don’t think that was a command,” you say.
“You don’t know that!” Gala snaps.
“Well, it was more like a request. But either way, you should obey it,” Zea said.
“Of course, my Empress. As a royal guard, I’d obey any command or request of me,” Gala says smugly.
“You should obey for your health.”
“Well, that too. But I am still Empress, so she should obey me just on that,” Zea retorted.
“Hm. Of course, My Empress,” Gala said proudly. Her tone felt like she had won against you. What she won, you couldn’t possibly guess.
Zea helped Gala back on her feet, even though she probably could’ve stood up on her own.
“So, Mr- Er uh, master.”
“Master?!” Gala yelled surprised.
“Oh, right. Gala, for the duration of my stay with him, I’ve agreed to act as his live in maid.” Gala already knew that after you told her, but it seems she just now started believing it.
“B-but you’re the empress. You should’ve subject yourself to the orders of a peasant.”
“Hey. If anything, I’m more a worker than a peasant,” you snark.
“Yet I’m living in his home. So I must abide by his rule. Just like the subject of my empire must abide by my rule, right?”
“I… guess that makes sense.”
“In addition, I request that you act as his maid too, since you’ll be staying here too.”
“Wha- what?!”
“Woah woah, I only agreed to let you live here. We just established this apartment wasn’t meant for three people,” you say.
“Master, I get your concern. But I don’t want Gala going outside on her own while still injured, especially with traitor agents apparently aware of our location.”
“My Empress, to think about the safety of a lowly guard like me,” Gala said enamored. She then recomposed herself. “B-but why should I serve this human?” Gala said, suggesting that being a human was lowlier than being a guard, apparently.
“You are my subject, and if I am acting as his maid, then you must act as one too while staying in his home.”
“I… as you command, My Empress,” Gala said less enthusiastically.
Well, as obnoxious as Gala had acted already, you had to admit that Zea had a point. She was still injured and those other monster girls were still out there. And Gala did sort of save you from getting kidnapped. Also, her boobs were massive. You wouldn’t mind having her helping around the apartment. She might be a bit better at it than the pampered royal, even with one arm out of commission.
“Alright. I guess I can let her be a mai, too,” you say, feigning reluctance.
Zea smiled. “Thank you master. Gala is extremely loyal and strong. She will be a great maid for you.”
“I will be an excellent maid for you, My Empress,” Gala said. Well she’s actually being a maid for you, but at least her spirit’s in the right place now.
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