Clean Corners

Filthy Corners

I was the first awake the next morning. I usually needed little sleep, and truth be told, I was much too excited to sleep at all that night. I prepared a breakfast of eggs and hay bacon, with a side of pancakes and a bowl of milk and sapphires for Spike. It was a simple breakfast that didn't require me to think, my mind was elsewhere.

My heart just wasn't in my work that morning. Instead, my mind was a cage, a gilded prison I didn't want to escape. The bars were the memory of last night. The golden floor was her scent and color, her flavor, her touch. The locked door was the textures of her tongue. I was so willingly trapped in the memory of Twilight that I lost track of time.

At precisely fifteen minutes past dawn, Twilight Sparkle and Spike wandered sleepily into the dining room. While I was behind on my morning routine, their breakfast was already prepared. I may not have been focused, but I was still me.

Seeing Twilight had a strange affect, opening the doors of my mental cage and beckoning me out. As I stared at her something gnawed at my stomach. At the time I thought it was a hunger. I wasn't that far off. “Good morning Princess, and Prince!” I winked at Spike. Unlike Twilight, he always enjoyed being called Prince, although he would never admit it. He was always such a polite young drake. “Did you two sleep well?”

Twilight answered groggily. “Mhmm.” I smiled at her. She did not have a case of bedhead, and after the care I took of her she still looked perfectly presentable even after stumbling out of bed in a stupor. I thought over how much her life would improve when I was in charge of her. She sleepily started to eat her breakfast, and I couldn't help but be fascinated with her mouth. Every bite she took, I watched those perfect lips open and close, almost obscenely.

I kept on thinking about how last night they had been mine. How she had been mine. As she gulped down some orange juice, I saw her soft lower lips in my mind's eye and I could taste grape candy in my mouth.

Spike interrupted my lurid thoughts with a question, “I slept great! What did you put in that tea?” He looked at me conspiratorially, leaned in and whispered, “Is it really legal?”

Of course it wasn't entirely legal the way I had mixed it. I had technically brewed a sleep potion in the tea, but I wasn't going to tell Spike that. “Just a secret Neighponese blend to help you get a good nights rest. Only the best for my prince.” He took that for an answer and resumed eating his gems.

“I might not want that blend every night, Clean.” Twilight took a sip of her coffee. “But it is nice every once in a while.” She smiled at me over her mug. “I feel incredibly relaxed.” Such a sweet innocent smile.

I remembered what the base of her tail felt like under my hoof and my heart raced. “Of course, Twilight. Wouldn't want it to lose its kick.” I saw her smile gratefully and thought about her soft lips. I wouldn't take her tonight, and perhaps not even this week. But Twilight Sparkle would be mine. And it was going to be perfect. First, though, I had a job to do. “I'll be cleaning up the kitchen. Please let me know if you need anything.”

They nodded and I left, excused from their presence. For now, I was their housekeeper. And there were some corners to clean. I put on some rubber booties, and focused half-heartedly on my work as filthy cage of fantasy and memories enraptured me once more. My work suffered a little that day, and I decided that was unacceptable. I had to have Twilight Sparkle.

Over the next week, I experimented. I'd dial down the amount of sedative one night, and put more in the next. I had a few night's where I needed to carry them to bed, and a few where the dose seemed to have no affect. I made a few more selfish memories with Twilight, but never took anything further than that first night. All the while I kept up my research on sleep conditioning and hypnotism. I was slowly coming up with a new plan. My plan had been working fine until this point, but now the plan needed to change. What I needed had changed.

When I was ready, I increased their doses and added another special potion I had read about in the book on sleep conditioning. The potion would help them listen on a very deep level without allowing them to wake up, and each of them got a full dose of it. I had taken great care in ensuring the potion wouldn't alter the taste of the tea too much. By now I knew how much sedative it would take to make them pass out, and how much would put them in a deep slumber.

I was nauseous during their dessert. My hooves were shaking as I placed the tea-cups in front of them, and I'm sure I was short of breath. Neither Twilight nor Spike seemed to notice my tense state, or at least didn't comment on it. Twilight took a sip of the potion I'd brewed for them and then looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

“New recipe, Clean?” She asked.

My nervousness overtook common sense, and I panicked. I believed everything was over, that my plan had failed. I couldn't find an answer as the gears of my mind ground to a halt. All I could think was that she knew, and that thought consumed me. She knew what I'd done and what I was planning for that night. Instead of answering her and coming up with an excuse, I just stuttered like an idiot while turning red. “Well... It's.. umm...”

“No need to be embarrassed, Clean. It's fine!” Twilight smiled warmly, reassuring me, while Spike frowned. He clearly didn't like the change, but drank some anyways.

I took a breath, and did my best to recover. “Thank you... Princess.”

Of course she had no clue. Even if she identified that it's new, it doesn't mean she knew what was new. She trusted me completely. I turned and left them to their dessert, and nervously listened to their chatter from the kitchen.

Most of what they said was inconsequential, but Spike reminded me of why I should never underestimate a dragon.

“Twilight, the tea tonight, does it taste a little... bad? Kinda” he smacked his lips, “like magic does?” Of course he could taste the potion. Why hadn't I considered that? He formed spells in his breath, he might even have been able to decipher it. My panic attack continued in the kitchen as I nervously listened intently.

“Spike, Clean's tea always taste like magic!” Twilight giggled warmly, but my mind was screaming. Did she know? Had she always known?

“Right...” Spike sounded dismissive, I could almost hear his eyes rolling. Did he know?

“Besides, I'm sure if he added something to the tea, it was just for our health. Now be polite and drink it. You don't want to hurt his feelings.”

“I guess.” He still sounded concerned. I was ruined, of course he knew what the potion was. How had I miscalculated this? How was I going to explain a zebra potion that made them more compliant? There was no excuse. The only reason to give it to anypony was to manipulate them. Magical manipulation was mostly outlawed except by cases of royal decree. I was caught, Spike would know.

Spike smacked his lips together, and then there was a moment of silence. During that time, I could see my fate. I was to be a statue in the princess's garden. Or perhaps a statue on the moon. Is that something she did? I wondered If I'd be cold on the moon when I was a statue.

I didn't remembered to breathe until after he spoke. “Ahh... heck if I know. Okay Twilight, I'll just pretend I like it.”

“Thanks, Spike.” Twilight was grateful for his consideration. I was more so. I'd done it, successfully dosed them with the potion. After tonight, things would be much easier. And I certainly owed spike something. I just hadn't decided what yet.

Twilight and Spike each managed to make it to bed that night, but just barely. Neither made it under their covers. It was the perfect dose. They wouldn't think they fell asleep on the couch, but still wouldn't wake up for a few hours, even if I harassed them. Of course, the other potion I added would have some unique effects as well.

I started with Twilight. She was the more important of the two, and if time ran short I needed to make sure she was suitably conditioned. I found her sprawled face down on the bed. This time I smiled at the small bit of drool coming out of her mouth; I would clean it up later, but for now it meant that she was completely asleep.

I crawled over her, gently getting on the bed next to her. Draping my body over her own, I felt up and down her smooth barrel. Being so close to her while she was entirely under my power was thrilling. My heart rate climbed as my hooves nervously shook. Memories of her soft and tender flesh called me, drawing my hoof lower down her body. Tonight, I could safely explore the depths I'd painstakingly avoided so far.

Before the fun started, I needed to make sure Twilight and I were both comfortable. I slowed my hoof's descent, and pressed my body against her side. I was surprised when I found that having my body next to hers was comforting. I had missed that feeling more than I remembered. I realized then that the last few years of loneliness had been numbingly cold. Perhaps colder than I'd noticed. It was not something I liked to dwell on, so I focused on the moment instead.

I would be comfortable like this, pressed against her. Leaning forward, I gently took the tip of her ear in my mouth. It would be an intimate gesture had she been awake. Instead, it was clinical. I was testing her. She unconsciously flicked it away when I nibbled it, only for it to slowly fall back in place. The potion allowed her to be responsive without allowing her to wake up . It was a very important quality for the nights activities.

She was captivating. Her face was slightly scrunched from resting on the bed, but her eyes were smoothly closed. No stress was apparent on her face as she slept soundly. I used my hoof to gently open her eyelids, her eyes were still and unresponsive. The usually bright eyes had a far away and empty stare, as though there was nothing behind them. She was perfect. I let her eyes close and pressed my hoof into her side, massaging her slightly as I began to speak softly into her ear.

“Twilight Sparkle...” I whispered her name, and she didn't respond. I knew it would take some time. “Twilight... Listen to my voice Twilight...” I kept quiet, just barely above a whisper. The potion should allow her to hear me, what part of her remained conscious. The deep and primal part of Twilight Sparkle. That was the part of her I needed to talk to. That was the part I needed to control. The rest would follow.

For a few minutes all I did was repeat her name with the order to listen to me. I kept slowly massaging her side, careful not to press too hard, but always moving. I kept the rhythm of my movements in time with the rhythm of my voice. Deep and slow I talked, repeating her name over and over until it had lost it's meaning to me. Eventually, it was time to see if she was listening.

Keeping the tone and rhythm, I commanded her, “Twilight, if you can hear me, slowly roll towards me until you are on your back.” For a moment she didn't move. Doubts and worries plagued me again, until she carefully began to roll over, her back pressing halfway on my chest. She was listening, the book had been right. I smiled ear to ear. She came to a rest with my left hoof gently cradling around the back of her neck and my right hoof draped down her belly.

Fighting to contain my excitement, I nonetheless managed to keep my voice firm and steady. “Good, Twilight. You are asleep right now, very deep in sleep.” She didn't respond. “But before you were asleep, you remember touching yourself.” I resumed my journey down her belly, carefully resting my hoof between her legs. As I touched her soft and tender flesh an electric jolt of excitement rushed up my hoof, leaving me feeling delightfully tingly. “Here. This is where and how you were touching yourself.” Slowly, I rubbed my hoof up and down her little electric slit. I gave her some time to think, just enjoying her, before I spoke again. “Do you remember touching yourself Twilight?”

The comatose mare mumbled quietly, but I could understand her. “Yes...” Her voice was vacant and obedient. I loved it immediately.

“It felt good, Twilight. You touched yourself and it felt like this. This feels good.” I kept rubbing her delicate lower lips, rhythmically circling her. Maybe she didn't even know her body that well. The thought that this was the first time she was even feeling something like this was tempting. She didn't say anything in response, so I asked her a question. “How does this feel, Twilight?”

Her face was starting to turn a slightly more pink shade of purple, and her breathing was picking up. She answered quietly. If she had been awake, I'd have thought she was embarrassed. “Good...”

I smiled at her response. The mare was putty in my hands, and her flesh was my plaything. I was going to have fun with my new toy. “It feels very good, Twilight.” I emphasized myself verbally and with a little extra pressure on her mare-hood. “This feeling in your body is arousing you, exciting you. You can't get enough of it, right now or even tomorrow.”

She didn't say anything, but her breathing turned into small moans, little desperate gasps for more air. Twilight's face was blushing intensely and her flesh was warming around my hoof. My limbs were shaking with anticipation as I watched her body slowly open up for me. Her fur was flushing, and I could see her lower lips swelling just slightly. Twilight's pussy was warming under my touch, and her breathing was building into little gasps.

I took my time, carefully stroking her sex all the while reminding her how good it had felt and how she had already done this so much tonight. I'd spent months hunting and stalking her, and now she was mine completely. This was my victory, where I'd watched my prey fall to my delicate ministrations. I relished the fact that she was warming up for me, and it was my hoof and my voice that was doing this to her body. I loved being able to see the effect I have on a mare's body, and Twilight was absolutely no exception.

Slowly, Twilight's arousal began to show. My hoof started gliding through her pussy and her juices covered it in a slick sheen. She was getting wet from my touch, and I in turn was getting filthy. I knew it was going to be quite an effort to clean up, but for the moment I couldn't stop. Making her body succumb to my debauchery was all I could focus on. As she leaked around my hoof, I needed to feel more of her.

I slid my hoof through her slippery flesh and her cleft parted as I deliberately forced my way in just a little. She shuddered and tensed, so I pulled it out and resumed stroking her. Her reaction wasn't what I wanted, so I asked how she was, “How did that feel Twilight?”

“Hurt. Stretched...” I frowned. I hadn't needed to hurt her that night. There would be other nights for that.

Even so, I had to focus on my priorities. “Just forget the pain.. Focus on how wonderful this feels. There is a pressure building in you, the good feelings are struggling to get out, they're growing underneath my hoof.”

I resumed my coaxing, sliding along the length of her slick crevice. She began to wiggle a little in her sleep, pressing lightly into my hoof. I was enthralled, watching her body respond, her eager little hole desperate to meet my touch. Her eyes would occasionally open, her glassy stare focused on nothing as she'd tightly shut her lips and arch her back. I was cleaning Twilight's corners that night, and I would be leaving them immaculate.

I pressed my hoof into her harder, firmly grasping her clit, and she moaned. The moan was no quiet noise; she was loud and lewd. I decided to help her along, “The pleasure and the pressure is building.” She moaned again, twisting under my touch, no longer the still lifeless thing that I had first claimed. But she was still my obedient little doll. “You can't release it, the feeling just keeps growing. You need more of it, more of this feeling.”

I watched in twisted amusement as she writhed for me. Her body gyrated slowly against mine, my own pride beginning to grow from watching her erotic dance against my hoof and feeling her grind against my body. I was holding her down a little with my free hoof, once again thankful for my earth pony strength. As she frantically squirmed she grew louder and begun to quietly cry out in frustration. I was pinning her to the bed with my hoof on her pussy, but she still wouldn't stop. She couldn't stop, not until I released her. If I released her.

Instead, she fruitlessly ground her sopping wet pussy into my strong hoof, mashing her hard little button into it. She began to rhythmically grind, unconsciously wrapping her herself around my body. Her legs crossed, trying to pin my hoof to her as she grasped my free arm in her own. She clung to it, desperate for more contact in her sleep. I didn't know if she would stay asleep like this, locked in the throes of ecstasy as she was.

It needed to stop, I wasn't done yet. I withdrew my hoof from her lower body, watching her squeeze and shudder in a fruitless attempt to find the missing stimulation. I broke away and smirked as she groaned in frustration. Even though she was asleep, she was desperate for my touch.

As the princess lewdly writhed and her wet pussy twitched, I pondered. It always amused me how biological ponies could be. She had been born a little filly, and grew up to become a princess. But she was still a mare, and mare's had one thing their body wanted more than anything. To bear a foal. She was no more complicated than a simple plant, a tree growing flowers to bear fruit so it could make more trees.

Whether or not Twilight's mind was ready for it, or wanted it, her body was more than willing to give up anything for it. The whole charade of romance and seduction was due to society, and therefore her mind, denying her the one thing her body craved more than anything else. I would break this charade, and Twilight would flower for me as often as I wanted.

I watched the frustration grow on her sleeping face now that the sensation was leaving her, that she was losing the feeling that had been so intense. Seeing the usual tranquil princess so unabashedly upset was exhilarating. There was no filter, this was Twilight's raw essence. A powerful force of lust and desire, it knew exactly what it wanted. In a way it was pure, more innocent and beautiful than Twilight's normal poise and grace. And I was warping it to be mine.

As she began to calm down in her sleep, I spoke to her some more. I needed to finish this. “That feeling tormented you all night. You were left utterly unsatisfied and still aroused. You couldn't finish, and you can only think of one reason why. You needed stallion. Not just any stallion, no, a particular stallion. A loyal stallion who knows your ins and outs more than anything. A stallion who's reliable like clockwork. A studious stallion who lives close by. A stallion who can keep your secrets. What stallion is that Twilight Sparkle? Who can make you feel fulfilled?”

Here was the trick. I couldn't give her my name, but I could make her say it. If I told her, it would stick for a week. Maybe more due to the potion. However, if it was her idea, it would stick with her forever. I just had to make sure the criteria I gave her fit only one stallion.

Twilight gasped my name, and I knew I had won my toy. “Cleaned Corners.”

I let the joy seep into my voice. I couldn't help it. “That's right, Twilight. That's the stallion you need. You spent all night hoofing yourself, and it only led to frustration. But tomorrow, you have a plan. You are going to ask Clean to make some extra sleepy tea, but you aren't going to drink any. You will let Spike drink the tea, and once Spike falls asleep you will ask Clean to take you to bed. There you will seduce him. You will do anything he asks. He's going to fuck you then. When he cums inside you, then you will have the most intense orgasm you have had in your life. It will be the most fulfilling and satisfying thing you've ever experienced. And every day after, you will want it again.”

She quieted as I spoke, her breathing normalizing. As I watched her, I sucked on my hoof, savoring it. Her flavor was intense, the grape was there, but mostly it was salty, bitter, and slimy. Some might find it gross, I found it intoxicating. I checked the hourglass I had set up, and realized I had been playing with her for more than an hour. The glass was empty. I had to hurry up, I didn't know how long the sedative was going to keep her completely under, and I still had another half an hour of activities planned.

“What is your plan tomorrow, Twilight?”

“Clean will... sleepy tea... Spike... drink... I... anything...Clean.” She said it slow, and muttered most of it, but I was pretty sure she knew it. I decided that I might as well make the rest of the day fun as well.

“Good Twilight. But that's not all. Tomorrow you're going to be horny and thirsty all day.” I had to keep her hydrated, it wouldn't due to have her body be exhausted. “You will flirt with Cleaned Corners every way you can. Every time you see him, you are going to imagine his cock inside of you, you screaming his name as he bucks you until finally he cums, filling you with his seed. You'll even put yourself on display, showing off your aroused pussy to him when no one else is looking.”

Twilight was adorable when she was embarrassed, so I added more. “Every chance you get, you'll touch him or get him to touch you, trying especially hard to get him to touch your pussy." I gave her a light stroke, and she groaned. "This will be embarrassing, but you won't stop. You need him to buck you tomorrow tonight more than anything, and you'll do anything to get it. You'll act absolutely normal if there are any guests around, but you'll keep doing it if it's just Spike. No matter what, you'll obey what Cleaned Corners tells you.”

I made Twilight repeat the instructions once, and then had her repeat her plans for me. She knew what she was going to do tomorrow. Still, I had a few more things to take care of tonight. The utterly soaked sheets needed to be left so that Twilight would have physical evidence of her debauchery. That was harder for me than cleaning them. Also, Twilight needed to be positioned properly. More importantly, I couldn't have my toy wake up completely sticky tomorrow.

“Twilight, you can relax back into deep sleep now. No matter what I do tonight, you won't wake up until morning. Relax, and remember how you were frustrated hoofing yourself all night, and your plans for tomorrow. Go back into a deep sleep.”

Her body became dead weight on me, and I had to wriggle out from underneath her as she fell back into slumber, numb to the world once more. I was almost ready to move on to Spike, but first, I had a corner that needed cleaning.

I got up on all four hooves, standing over Twilight's body. She was filthy; matted wet and messy fur spread from her knees to her bellybutton. I spun around so my face was directly over her messy hole. It had to be cleaned, so I licked my lips and lowered myself onto her body, grinding my stiffly erect rod against her chest as I settled in. Even though nervousness coursed through me, I didn't hesitate, diving down to lick her. She was delicious. I licked neatly around her tender flesh like it was an ice cream cone, cleaning up all the dribbled juice.

While her legs and stomach were easy enough to clean, I was having problems around her more delicate parts. I couldn't finish cleaning as she kept leaking more, creating mess as I cleaned it. So I decided to clean her insides out. Her body didn't respond as I invaded her, stretching her wide with my tongue.

I played with her flesh, stretching and teasing as I sucked her. I had started with the intent to clean her, but I found myself distracted again. She didn't make a sound as I nibbled around her soft flesh, so I took my time experiencing my new toy, becoming intimate with each fold and nook. I memorized her texture, her taste and her scent. Twilight's body was mine, and I would know it completely. Her chest was soft; the fur soothed my throbbing cock as I ground it into her body, imagining each stroke of my tongue was a thrust of my cock into her depth. That night I was a student, and Twilight's body was my book. I read her cover to cover, and found the climax a particularly thrilling, if selfish, chapter.

Once I was done, I made sure Twilight appeared cleaned and fresh. Then I carefully placed each and every one of her limbs into her new sleeping position. Eventually, Twilight would learn to fall asleep like this, but for now I would force her. I managed to get her mane and tail straightened out faster this time, I wasn't quite as distracted by her recently debauched body. At the moment my hunger for her was sated, and she was a simple doll once again.

Once Twilight was perfectly placed, I moved on to Spike. He wouldn't take nearly as long. I wasn't particularly interested in his body, so his conditioning was much more simple. I needed to get him to accept the new relationship that was blossoming between Twilight and I, along with accepting my orders.

The jealous drake would gracefully accept the coming situation much easier with a little prompting. Also, I didn't need him identifying any future potions. “Spike.. you're asleep Spike, Deep asleep. Tomorrow, Twilight's going to be acting a little different. You aren't going to want to think about it. After all every pony has needs. Even Twilight...” I grinned as I remembered the needs Twilight would have tomorrow night, and my cock slowly stiffened once as I made Spike into a perfect little toy.