Clean Corners

Dirty Corners

I drastically upped the dosage one night so that Twilight and Spike would fall asleep on the couch together. I needed the opportunity to test just how safe sedating them was. Waiting in the kitchen, I quietly listened to their mumbles and whispers until I heard only silence. It didn't take long, only a few agonizing minutes. I found them sound asleep, curled up together with Twilight around her young charge. She had draped a wing over him, and they were both dozing contentedly just in front of the flickering fireplace.

Carefully, I moved Twilight's wing so I could get to Spike. She didn't respond at all, her limb was completely limp. I picked Spike up and he didn't even stop snoring when I carried him to his room and tucked him into his bed. I gave him a shake, and then a light tap to see if I could wake him up. Even with a firm slap, he refused to stir. Satisfied with his reaction, I figured it was safe enough for me to approach Twilight.

When I went back for Twilight, she was entirely unresponsive. I rarely had a reason to be grateful for my earth pony strength, but I suddenly found myself glad for it. Her larger body was difficult to carry and I actually ended up dragging her to her bedroom and gracelessly tossing her onto her bed. When that didn't wake her up, I knew my dosage had been accurate. Content with that knowledge, I almost left. Instead, I stayed and watched her sleep for a while.

She's a beautiful mare, really—all the royals are. Her purple chest unceremoniously rose up and down as she lay on her back. My eyes traced the gently curves of her body, getting distracted by how her mane was splayed unceremoniously around her. It made her look wild and unkempt. It had to be fixed. I knew she wouldn't wake up, so I fixed it. It took quite a bit of time to meticulously position each errant strand of her hair.

That night was amazing, my heart never stopped racing. Twilight was like a doll, a simple plaything. It was exactly what I wanted out of a pony, what I needed out of life. She was so much more intoxicating this way. She might have been addicted to my drugs, but I was hopelessly addicted to this feeling.

Carefully brushing her mane as she slept, I made it perfectly straight, gracefully following the curves of her beautiful body. I rolled her over slowly and placed it underneath her, so that she would wake up on top of it. I took her front hooves, splayed out upon the bed and pressed them to her side. She looked so much more kempt this way. For a moment, she looked perfect, until she drooled a bit in her sleep, causing me to frown. Not everything was perfect. Yet. Still, a little bit of drool didn't mean the night was ruined.

I found myself lost in her. That hadn't been the plan. The plan had been to see if the sedative would keep her asleep while I moved her and then leave. I had been planning on slowly and safely testing the boundaries. Once every few nights I would push her further in her sleep until I was sure I could safely enact the critical step. Instead, I found myself poised over her supine form, my face inches from her own as I searched her sleeping eyes for any signs of consciousness.

She gently snored; she had the scent of grapes. Not actual grapes mind you, but those fake grape flavored candies. They were much sweeter. I was close to her face, and I couldn't help but wonder what she was experiencing. Perhaps she was having a pleasant dream? It was more likely that she was not dreaming at all. Her eyes laid still underneath their lids. Minutes passed, and my heart beat loudly. I briefly feared the drumming in my chest might wake her up.

What would she have done if it had woken her? Just let me leave? Maybe she would pretend it never happened, and move on to an awkward breakfast. It hadn't gone too far yet, and she has always been such a forgiving mare. It's even possible she wouldn't have even been upset, merely curious about why I was so close to her in her sleep. Her curiosity often made her respond in odd ways. But I couldn't have known how she might act, all I knew is that I could do anything and she wouldn't wake up. Not with the amount of sedative I'd dosed her with.

I knew nothing would stop me, so I decided to push a little further. Why not after all? My drum beat of a heart could have been marching an army. Slowly, I pressed my mouth onto her candy lips. Such an act would certainly get me fired had she been awake, but like this? She was mine. I was the master for a while and she was the servant. Existing only to bring me pleasure. I ran my tongue across her delicate grape flavored lips, savoring her. Like a good doll, she did nothing.

I pulled back and took a deep breath, realizing what I'd just done. This was no minor transgression, I had just jumped off the deep end. One does not simply kiss a sleeping princess and expect to get away with it. Shakily I looked around the room. There were no guards, no hidden Princess Luna, and no peeking Spike. My gaze drifted back to Twilight, as I breathed deep and then laughed, relieved. I could take what I wanted from her. Anything I wanted.

First I smirked, then I dove back into Twilight. She allowed me to invade her mouth and explore her body with my own—the silence screamed her consent. Twilight's breath was hot, and her tongue was relaxed and soft. I felt her breathe into me, and I accepted it. I returned one into her, filling her chest with my humid breath. She was one of the most important ponies in the country, and now I had her completely at my mercy.

My hoof stayed pressed against her chest, measuring its rise with my exhalation. It was wonderful. Not only did I control her body, but for a moment I controlled her breath. Her very life. For a moment she was living off the scraps of my life, a slave to my wasted air. More than that, I had the power to squeeze the life out of her, to end her existence right there. Her life was quite literally in my hooves. But that wasn't what I was here to do. No, I didn't break important toys.

I broke our kiss and ran a hoof over her ear. I felt her breath our air out, to her sleeping body it was a breath like any other. She was mine, I could take my time. I thought about her as I licked my lips, thinking on her taste. There was no reason to fully enjoy her on the first night. I would have more nights. Besides, I was taking a heavy risk. While I was enjoying myself immensely, if she discovered what I was up to I was likely out of a job and into the dungeon. Or worse.

I tried to focus on straightening her body up as I began to position the rest of her. I couldn't stand to leave her half placed. As I moved her lower legs into a more comfortable pose I found myself staring at the part of her usually hidden by her neatly combed tail. Princesses didn't allow themselves to be on display quite like that, and Twilight sparkle was perhaps more reserved than most. Seeing her unguarded valley focused my scattered mind into a single string of thoughts. Twilight Sparkle was a very pretty mare, and had very attractive feminine features. I licked my lips, tasting a slight hint of grape. She was also a very delectable mare.

I found myself surprised by how strong the urge to touch her had suddenly become. Before I knew what I was doing, my hoof moved of its own accord. Carefully, I put one of her legs down, and trailed my hoof up its length.

Her fur was smooth, and her body was soft; I relished the sensation in a new light. The sight of her exposed vulnerability had aroused a primal desire in an ancient part of my mind. I needed her. As my hoof crawled up her inner thigh, my heart returned to it's pounding beat, this time sick with nerves and lust. I had told myself I would wait for another night to take more of her, but her body was defenseless, and it was mine. Why should I wait? I took a fluttered breath and closed my eyes, knowing exactly what I was going to do to that body. But in order to get away with it, I needed more preparation. Unless she was properly prepared, the next day would start with my end.

Torn in indecision, realized I could compromise. Just a touch, a quick taste of my hoof after. Nothing more for tonight. There would be no evidence. I would leave her as my sleeping princess. My pure, delicate princess.

My hoof cautiously approached her innermost crevice, slowly and shaking along its route. I was terrified, the nervousness filled my stomach with butterflies and nausea. But a thought kept me going forward, an unavoidable call—it was my job to clean every corner, every nook and cranny. I couldn't stop, and I knew it. Fear might have held me back, but my craven desire had been stronger. I always get what I want.

She was soft and yielding as I pressed onto her delicate flesh. I didn't dare spread her, but when my hoof met her warmth, I let out a breath I'd been holding. She hadn't waken up at my touch, and seemed none the wiser. I swallowed my nervousness, forcing the butterflies back down into my stomach. I needed to commit, body and mind. It did me no good to be torn in indecision.

So I indulged and savored the moment. I could feel her heartbeat, the thrum of her life as it filled her. She was soft and smooth, the light layer of fur down there a simple sheen of purple velvet that melded into skin. It was hot and electric, maybe the magic she was so well known for lashed out in her sleep or perhaps my own nervous system screamed and tingled at what I'd just done. And what had I just done? Before, If I had been caught I was going to be sent to the dungeon. Now? I was likely to be exiled. Or perhaps become statuary.

I stayed like that for who knows how long, poised in a silly position with my hoof between her legs like some child with his hooves in a jar of candy. Eventually I decided I needed to stick to my plan, and agonizingly pulled my hoof away from her body. I imagined I felt a spark, a sharp sting of loss as my hoof left her. I wanted to press into her, to split her open and mark her insides as mine. I wanted to taste her with my tongue, and then plunge into her depths, filling the deepest part of the Princess of Magic with my vital essence.

But I knew I had to wait. I clutched my hoof to my chest as it throbbed, numb of all sensation but the stinging from her imaginary spark. As I awkwardly held my hoof, I realized things were different now.I had originally meant to control her, not do this. I had gone in with a plan, and plans must be followed. However, plans could also be changed.

I pondered this as I sniffed my hoof, absorbed in her scent. It was musky and heady, yet with a hint of grape, a unique reminder of what I could posses. I committed her scent to memory, the whole experience burned inside of me, never to be forgotten. The memory would drive me, it would focus my hammered plan into a blade of purpose. After a moment I placed my hoof in my mouth, erasing the evidence.

Plans would be changed.