Okay. Fine. I get it already! Yes, I’m Spike. Look, I know what you’ve heard but it’s not like that. It was all Clean’s fault! I swear! He did something to me, and Twilight, and the rest of the girls. I didn’t even realize something was wrong until… well… until I couldn’t do anything about it.

I don’t know why, but everything up until then just seemed normal. It was when I saw him walking her through the castle with the same weird look that Twilight had. That’s when it sorta clicked.

I just knew that he’d done something. I didn’t know what he’d done, I didn’t know how he’d done it, but I knew he’d done something. I know it’s hard to believe, but that’s really all I could tell. I can’t describe why, but I couldn’t even think about it, you know? I was just sort of aware of it on some lower, primal level. Even then, it felt wrong to be aware of it. It felt like I was going to get in trouble or something. The thought made me sick, like I was doing something really bad just thinking that something was wrong. I tried not to think about it, but it didn’t matter. I knew it.

I was different from the girls, and the same all at once. It wasn’t that I was a guy, that never seemed to trouble Cleaned. For me, the sex was conflicting, I guess? I never really got to do it with the girls like Cleaned did, but he would let me watch. Maybe make me? Or did he make Twilight make me? Or was it… Sorry. I get these thought spirals sometimes. I’m getting better at noticing them before they get to be too much.

How do you expect me to do this? Do I really have to? It still seems so wrong to talk about it. Like this is a trick or something, and I’m going to get in trouble for talking about it. I know I’m not, but I feel like I’m betraying him or Twilight or something. It makes me itchy and it feels like my scales are drying up and falling off, peeling up on their own and jiggling. I hate it. I know that’s not me. It’s him. He’s under my skin. Sorry. I’ll try to focus. I have some mental exercises, to take back control you know? I’m getting better. I just need a second. Let me do this.

Three, Two, One.

Okay. I got this.

I sorta remember all the stuff from before Rarity, but it doesn’t stick out. Even the weird stuff was just like another job in a day of the week. Can you remember everything you did last month? Like, the stuff you did between breakfast and lunch on a specific day last month? It’s like that. Yeah, I scrubbed floors, read comics, licked up their cum, and made lunch. I don’t know in what order, and it all felt normal at the time. Even now I have to struggle to pick out the weird thing from that list, and when I’m too tired to focus, I pick comics. Since it’s a break, you know?

That’s the worst of it for me. I don’t know what are my thoughts, or his, or… well, it’s confusing. I don’t really know if I’m me anymore. I don’t know if I’ll ever be. I feel like I’m trapped, and I’ll never really be free. But I can see outside the cage. I can see that something is wrong, but its so hard to figure out what. Whatever he did to me, he did harder or deeper than the others.

Well, everyone but Twilight. Sometimes I try to remember her how she used to be. Everything that happened isn’t her fault. No matter what, I still love her. That’s one thing he never really managed to take from me. Our relationship changed, in really weird way, but she and I are still close. I know he did things to her mind, but I think deep down he didn’t really change her. I don’t know if that’s his thought or mine, but I like it. It’s not a bad one.

She’s still friendly. She’s still smart, funny, loyal, generous, and kind. In a way, she’s both more and less honest, and she’s certainly still magical. If anything, her and the girls are closer than ever, even with me because… Sorry. You already know all that. That’s not why we’re here. It’s still kinda hard for me to think straight. I’ll get back to it.

So, Rarity shows up one day, and I see Clean leading her around the castle. He’s showing her things, and she’s listening super close. It’s weird, but so is everything Clean does, so I don’t worry about that. What bothers me is that she doesn’t even greet me. Not so much as a hello. It kind of hurt, and the back of my mind told me that something was wrong. They didn’t notice that I was bothered; Clean was singularly focused as usual, and Rarity was giving him her rapt attention while wearing a slyly confident smirk.

The look on her face should have been reassuring, but it made me feel sick to my stomach. She thought she was in control of the situation. When I realized that, the slight sickness dropped lower in my stomach like a cold, nauseating stone.

Clean was always in control of situations.

So I tried to leave. I didn’t know what was happening, or about to happen, but I didn’t want to be there for it. Clean saw me turn tail, and he stopped me. He told me to make some exercise drinks for him, an order of six, and to bring them to the play room and wait.

I knew what that meant. I knew what the drinks were for. It’s a simple recipe. Water, a pinch of salt, two spoons of sugar, and a little Zebrican vigor root. I tried one once, just to see what they taste like, and they don’t taste great. The sugar masks the bitter root and the salt, but just barely. He never has me make them for their taste, just for long nights in the play room.

Normally I didn’t care. He and Twilight had spent Celestia only knows how many hours in that room, and it didn’t matter to me one bit. But the thought of Rarity in there made my nausea grow, like a cold, rotten worm chewing slowly up through my insides.

When he gave me the order, what else could I do? I blinked, saluted with a fake smile, and marched off to mix the drinks. I’d normally never question his orders, but that’s the first time I fought back. I didn’t win, of course, but for the first time I wanted to. I don’t really know what I wanted to do, just anything really. Tell Rarity to run, maybe write a letter to the princess. Later, I’d manage to write out “help” on a piece of paper, but couldn’t get myself to send it. Too little, too late. Much too late. By then Rarity was, well… his.

This is hard. I hate this; telling you. I don’t even know if the hate is mine. Give me a second. I… I’m sorry.

I don’t hate you. I’m sorry.

I need to do it again.

Three, Two, One.

Three, Two, One.

Okay. I’m better. Enough. Sort of.

So, I mixed up the drinks, and took them to the play room. I kept them on a big platter, and just kind of held them like a fancy butler or a mobile shelf. We didn’t have a real butler yet. While Clean usually did butler duties when we had a guest, he always made me do it when he was using the play room. It hadn’t bothered me before. I didn’t know why, but it bothered me this time. I was standing there alone in the room, waiting for him to bring Rarity, and something was wrong. I just couldn’t figure out what it was.

I focused on the room, to try and ignore the feeling. The crystal room was stained a rich purple with light pink and blue swirls, like Twilight’s coat. It was cool in there, the air tasted dry and sterile. It was reminiscent of Ozone, but with a clinical smell, like stale magic and a hospital. If any castle room was kept above Clean’s standards, this was the one.

There were no windows in the room since it was in the heart of the castle. Once upon a time, it had been a cozy little dining room, but Twilight and Clean had thoroughly broken it and moved the corridors and doors around to hide it. It was still connected directly to the kitchen, but now could only otherwise be accessed via a network of secret doors. Twilight had heavily enchanted the room to be hard to detect and harder still to wander into accidentally. There were a bunch of spells, but the one that I remember thinking about the most was the soundproof spell. Even though it shared a wall with some of the guest rooms, the guests would never be able to hear any of the activities from the room. Not even one of Twilight’s passionate explosions.

After that, I’m pretty sure I was nervously thinking about the stage.

The stage had once been a large crystal table, but they had broken it and then re-enforced it. It had a few toys meant to put Twilight on display for Clean. There was a large wooden cross, tilted to the side like the letter “X”. Twilight’s hooves would be tied to the ends, and Clean would play with her. She’d stare at me while he did things to her. It didn’t bother me, I guess, but it still felt… um… accusatory?

Usually, I’d be standing there holding the drinks, Clean would be whipping her, licking her, or I dunno, something like that, and she would just stare at me and moan. She didn’t smile or anything, just stare with this weird intense look she only got when Clean was so focused on what he was doing to her that he wasn’t paying attention to her. He gets like that sometimes.

Sometimes she’d even scream at me. It didn’t bother me then, but it’s unsettling now, remembering her staring at me like some kind of animal challenge while just screaming as loud as she could. Maybe she was screaming because Clean was hurting her, or maybe it was because she, uhh, you know, liked whatever he was doing.

If I had to guess, when she got loud like that, it was usually both.

Anyways, they also had their new Sybian thing up there. It was a little half cylinder Twilight would kneel down on, resting her weight on it. It fit snuggly between Twilight’s legs, and had a fleshy rubber dildo that was attached to the top, so that when she got down on it, the dildo would, you know, go inside her. Then Clean would tie off all her hooves behind her back, strap her tightly in so she couldn’t get up from it, and turn it on. The thing shook like some kind of monster, it would just vibrate wildly with Twilight strapped to it, randomly getting more intense or slowing down. I’d only seen them use it once or twice by then, but I could tell she liked it quite a lot. Clean liked it too, he’d stand over her and make her suck his dick. When he was done he’d just walk around her and… uhh… watch her.

He likes to watch. I think that’s why he made me watch so much. He likes me. Wait.

Hang on. Definitely not my thoughts.

Three, Two, One.

So, anyways, on the table there’s a also a vertical pole. Sometimes Twilight would kinda dance on it, sometimes she’d be tied to it. Besides the stuff on the stage, they kept a few other things throughout the room. There was a fluffy bed in one corner, strategically positioned chairs that were both comfortable and uncomfortable, a mirror on the ceiling and a wardrobe full of costumes… no wait. This was before the wardrobe.

Rarity added that.

They did have an old armiore that they’d turned into storage for their smaller toys. Vibrators, feathers, dildos, whips, lube, collars, knives, butt plugs, anal beads, spreader bars, that sort of thing. There was more, but I can’t remember it all. Anyways, it was nothing special, just all the usual sex stuff every body has, you know?

So there I was, just waiting for somepony to step into our playroom, looking over everything and trying to figure out why this was wrong. I couldn’t put it together. All the pieces were there, but my mind just wasn’t able to make them fit.

I tried to figure it out, but the only new information I had was last night’s play time. During it, Twilight had been sitting on the Sybian while Clean had quietly watched. She’d stared at me for hours, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks and her horn leaking raw magic uncontrollable while she desperately gasped for breath between stuttered whimpers. She was a bit quiet, and maybe it lasted a little long, but otherwise a mostly normal night.

I guess it wasn’t completely normal. Twilight went through four exercise drinks, and acted a little disoriented when I fed them to her. She kept randomly getting this frustrated and disappointed look on her face before a few seconds of vacant staring, then she’d lock eyes with me again. Her hooves were tied down and she wasn’t allowed to speak, so I’d guessed it was just some weird game between her and Cleaned. It was also the first time I’d seen her in the maid outfit, but that hadn’t seemed important then. Anyways, I just couldn’t imagine Rarity fitting into that picture. The best idea I could come up with was that she would be serving drinks with me.

I know it sounds dumb, but you don’t know what it’s like. I had a little voice in my head screaming at me to fix this, to stop it, but I couldn’t even figure out what it was that I needed to stop. It was too late by then anyways. When I think back on it, I have to remind myself that even if Clean hadn’t actually touched her yet, he’d already started his bad thing. She was already his. Already draining away; like me. I couldn’t have done anything. I’m useless.

I couldn’t have saved her.

I’m sorry.

Three… Two… One…

I almost didn’t notice when Twilight showed up, silently walked by me and grabbed a drink off the tray with her magic. I watched her climb up onto the table as she pushed her tail to the side, exposing herself for my viewing. I’d seen it all before, but I watched intently anyways. I don’t know if Clean had changed me or if I’d had done that before. I guess I’ll never know how I might have been. Either way, I still appreciate the little things Twilight shares with me.

When she stepped up onto the stage her thighs stretched and pulled on her lower lips apart just slightly, making me feel a tingle down below as she strategically swished her tail. I always get hard watching her play. I don’t usually cum from it, but sometimes when Twilight does that animal screaming thing at me, I can’t help it. I wasn’t worried, though. If I did cum, Clean would just make me lick it up with everything else before he disinfected the room.

I usually cleaned the stage. Twilight’s cum tasted like grapes, and her magic burned pleasantly on the tongue while Clean’s cum was bitter and salty. Even so, I’d rather lick up Clean’s any day of the week. There was less of it, and I really didn’t mind. Sometimes I wake up licking my lips, still tasting it. Even though it tasted bad, it was kind of like home. Comforting I guess, like a warm cup of cocoa.

Maybe that is my own thought. Maybe not. It doesn’t matter. I’ll never… Never mind.

Anyways, Twilight climbed on the table, silently drank her drink, and carefully positioned the Sybian so it faced me. She didn’t look at me or talk as she worked, just floated the empty glass back to the tray for me to clean later. The glass clanked down on the metal tray as she spread some clear lube on the purple dildo sticking lewdly out the top of the device. Without any ceremony, she walked over it, lined herself up, and coldly looked me in the eyes as she impaled herself on the slippery silicone rod.

I didn’t say anything, and neither did she. We had this thing where during play time we’d just stare at each other. She almost seemed angry, but never said anything about it. At least not after the first time. She didn’t blush or look away, just calmly leaned forward, arched her back, and used her magic to fully strap herself down. I blinked as she magically tied her hooves behind her back. She pulled and squirmed for a moment, testing the restraints before she floated a little iron ring over her head. The ring couldn’t stop her magic entirely, but it would certainly force her to really struggle if she wanted to use her magic.

I could feel my dick growing harder as I watched. I remember wondering if it was going to be like the night before, where she went hours before Clean picked her shaking and exhausted body up. She wasn’t wearing the uniform, but maybe that’s why there were so many drinks. The little screaming voice in my head calmed down at the thought. That was a reasonable explanation. Watching Twilight is normal. It’s something I did every night, and I’d come to terms with it entirely. It was just part of life. Sometimes, Twilight masturbated for hours on end, or was fucked by Clean and I would watch. It wasn’t a problem. Twilight was my closest friend, or my guardian or something. She wasn’t my mom, but we were close in a way. I definitely thought of her sexually, but I didn’t think of her romantically, you know?

I know that I only think of her sexually because of whatever Clean did to us. I don’t need to count for that thought. He’d never say that. It’s mine.

Anyways, when Twilight switched on the machine and then dropped the ring over her horn, I let out a sigh of relief. She was behaving normal; this was how it went when Clean was going to be late to play time. She wasn’t getting out of those restraints without Clean’s help. I certainly couldn’t help. I wasn’t allowed to directly touch her anymore, not after the last time I did.

Not even outside of play time.

When was the last time I had been hugged? Eh, I didn’t want t… I mean didn’t need…

I’m sorry.

Three. Two. One.

It doesn’t matter. I get hugged now.

I just knew that the drinks had to be for her. Clean would probably show up without Rarity, finishing whatever business they had before he made it to the playroom.

If it was a simple scheduling conflict, then it wasn’t such a big deal. I began to relax as I watched Twilight began to twitch and glare at me. She was rocking back and forth slowly, putting more emotion into her movements than usual. She seemed extra excited for some reason, her eyes didn’t look empty. They looked hungry, and it was making me really hard.

I don’t know how long it went on for before she was drooling at me, spittle leaking out of her slightly opened mouth as she rocked back and forth on the buzzing machine, her wide eyes drifting down to my now exposed cock. I couldn’t touch her, I knew that, but the desire on her face was making my groin twitch anyways.

I remember a scary thought that wormed it’s way through my mind. She was so far gone that she wouldn’t care who put a dick in her. She’d wrap her hot drooling lips smoothly around my cock just like she always did to Clean’s, and she’d swallow the evidence before I even got the chance to pull out. There was no way she’d tell, and no way I’d get caught. Was that my thought? I wish it wasn’t. Maybe it wasn’t.

No, Clean wouldn’t want me to disobey him. I know it. I was thinking bad thoughts. I’m a terrible…

No. No I’m not. Sorry.

Three, Two, One.

I know, it was gross, but I was desperate. It sounds stupid, here and now, but at the time, well, you know… I’d never done anything like that before, and I had been thrust into a world where every single night the two ponies I was closest to went at it like wild animals while I watched. I’m surprised I’m not more messed up.

I mean, I know I’m pretty messed up, but it could be worse, you know?

So there I was just thinking about it, staring at her undulating body, her hungry purple eyes, her twitching wings, and her stuffed, quivering pussy. I was close, and the temptation haunted my mind. I could almost hear her begging me through her softly moaning and open mouth. I almost took a step towards her. I could feel my leg getting lighter as I began to lift it when the sound of hoof steps snapped me back stiff into position.

Clean wouldn’t care if I was hard, or even if I had already came. He would, however, care if it looked like I had been thinking about touching Twilight, so I panicked and straightened up. I’m pretty sure Twilight noticed, her eyes briefly re-focused on my suddenly stiff tail but otherwise she had the same piercing stare. Clean didn’t notice when he came in the room. He usually didn’t notice me when Twilight was on the stage.

To be fair, I didn’t pay much attention to him right then either. I was more focused on the mare who accompanied him. I hadn’t noticed the double set of hoofsteps, and seeing the suddenly flustered mare of my dreams out of the corner of my eye caused me to turn my head and stare in panicked confusion. Why was Rarity here?

She gaped at Twilight and then blushed, immediately trying to look anywhere else. That’s when she noticed me.

“Spike?” She stared at me in disbelief, then glanced down at my very visible erection.

I’d never felt exposed before. With Twilight and Clean, it was natural. I had never really thought much about it. But with Rarity, my heart thumped when her eyes glued onto my naked shaft. I felt my cock throb as my blood raced and I froze in terror. Clean hadn’t noticed our interaction. He was humming in approval at Twilight’s condition.

Rarity’s eyes slowly climbed up my body as her white face turned a deep shade of pink. Her voice caught as she stumbled for words. “I’m… terribly sorry...” She glanced down at my erection and then nervously back up to my face. Her voice settled into a tone of slight disapproval. “What exactly are you doing here again, Spike?”

I glanced at Clean, who was now watching us in amusement. I could feel the blood rushing from my head as I grasped for an answer. Looking back at Rarity I slipped out my reply, as though asking for her approval. “I’m… uh… Serving drinks?”

Rarity stiffly nodded, her blush not fading, but her decidedly disapproving eyes dutifully glued to mine. “I see. How very… adult of you.”

I gulped. “I… I am an adult. For a while now. Remember?”

She blinked, the disapproval fading as it was replaced with slightly shamed pursed lips. “Ah… I forgot. Still…” She glanced back down at my still erect cock before smiling nervously and raising an eyebrow at me, almost apologetically. “I never realized you were so… freely exotic?” her nervous smile extended a little further, approaching an embarrassed panic. She glanced at Twilight, who was now unhelpfully blankly staring at her.

Twilight moaned and stuck out her tongue as the machine buzzed louder.

Rarity’s voice reached a high pitched crescendo as she ripped her gaze from Twilight, suddenly losing her composure while her eyes looked everywhere but at me or Twilight. “Well then, I really should be going. Ah ha… ha ha. So many… clothes to… clothe?” Her eyes darted frantically about. “I’m… uh… terribly sorry to intrude.” Quickly spinning in place, she lifted her hoof to escape.

Before she could leave, Clean stopped her with a single word. His loud voice was the only sound all three of us heard for a moment.

“No.”

Up until then, I hadn’t really been thinking, you know? Just reacting. But when all three of us turned to him, including Rarity, then well…

That’s when I knew.

That’s when my heart dropped the rest of the way out of my chest.

The voice in the back of my head shouted loud and clear, and I heard it. It had tried to warn me. This is what was going to happen. Rarity wasn’t here to serve drinks. Rarity was here to get on stage.

Rarity glared angrily at Clean. “I don’t care what you and Twilight get up to. All the better for her, even. However, I will not watch you subject my Spikey to this… debauchery.”

For a second I felt warm and fuzzy. Rarity hadn’t cared about herself, or even Twilight. It had been me that she was concerned about. My heart soared and a smile teased at my lips.

It makes me sick now. I hadn’t realized what she said. You never know what’s in someone else’s heart, you know? Only your own. And you think, well, you think everything they say is what you want to hear. I still love her. It’s not her fault. It was never her fault.

It’s my fault. If only I’d done what I was supposed to do. If only I hadn’t thought about disobeying him, and using Twilight like Clean did. If…

No…

Three… Two… Two… One…

I need a moment. That was him. It wasn’t me. I’m bad.

No.

I’m not bad.

I’m just… sorry.

Lets just get this over with.

Clean looked surprise at her outburst, and I guess he spoke without thinking. Not that he would have cared anyways.

“The prince? He’s what you’re upset over?” His disbelief was palpable. “Don’t worry about the dragon. Spike doesn’t matter.”

Rarity looked back at me appraisingly, glancing calmly up and down my body once more as her blush faded. “Of… Of… course. Silly me. Imagine getting worked up over such a little thing.”

And like that, my world was crushed.

You never know what somebody feels for you. You never know how strong it is, what drives it, or how much it matters to them. Maybe they feel like you are a close friend, a lover, or even a pet. Or maybe they think so little of you that you can disappear with a word.

All you can know is how you feel. And I felt like a wet sandwich drowning in the rain after being left on a plate. Moments ago I was being picked up and about to be eaten. Much like a sandwich, that was all I ever wanted in life was to be appreciated. But now, the rain had started. The thunder crashed when Clean had said those ill conceived words. And a hungry diner went elsewhere for food. While I… or rather the sandwich, sat in the rain and soaked through, destined to be tossed aside and grow moldy.

I’ve got to think of it like this. Detached and through metaphors. It still hurts, and it hurts in a way that’s hard to describe. I’m sure he didn’t mean it. I’m sure the wording was an accident. But it didn’t matter.

After all, I didn’t matter.

I glanced at Twilight. I think I saw compassion there. At least, I like to imagine I did. It may have been a dismissive blink. I was emotionally reeling, so I dumbly listened and watched, unable to process what was happening.

Rarity didn’t look at me. Instead, she turned back to Clean, calm as could be. “While I appreciate the décor of this room, it does have a certain panache, I don’t think my services are needed here. I doubt you’ll need my help decorating it for guests.” Her eyes settled meaningfully on the wooden bondage harness on the stage.

Clean frowned as Twilight audibly moaned in the background. I swallowed while he talked. “Your services will be needed here as well, Miss Rarity.”

Rarity sighed, looking around the room as she pointedly avoided looking at Twilight or myself. “Well, I suppose you could use a few banners with Twilight’s mark. Or perhaps a new chandelier? And that mirror is incredibly tacky. What if we replaced it with a smooth crystal surface?” She focused on the ceiling as she hummed. “You’d get the same reflective effect, and it would feel natural rather than… Gauche.”

Clean stared at her as he slowly walked around her, not being shy about his aggressively wandering gaze.

Rarity looked back at him, seemingly offended. “Pardon me? Can I help you with something, Mr Corners?” She glared.

He stood to her side with his eyes resting on her rump. “Yes. Flag your tail..”

Rarity blinked as she thought about the request, and I found my eyes locked on her face. I couldn’t see behind her when she stretched her dock up, pulling the beautiful purple hair to the side and revealing an unseen stretch of her flesh to Clean.

I’d seen many ponies privates over the years. Sometimes they slip up and let their tails loose. Sometimes they wear it short enough that it’s easy for a little guy like me to see. It’s polite not to stare. Clean was not being polite. All the years I’d spent around Rarity, never once had she slipped up. It never occurred to me that she might. Even when she would dramatically feint or fall, her tail was always perfectly positioned.

And now he could see everything. I wondered what it looked like. I wondered if she was groomed, or rather how she was. My heart began to beat loudly, and my little prick started to grow again. I didn’t get to see it then, but I could see Clean’s reaction. He was enjoying the view. Twilight stayed silent, the buzz of the machine she rode was the only sound in the room until Rarity calmly spoke, still managing to drip venom from her voice.

“You should be cautious asking a lady something like that, Mr. Corners. Their response will rarely be so accommodating.” I saw her shoot a slightly frustrated glare at Twilight. “Or so understanding.”

Twilight shuddered and silently opened her mouth before a tired empty stare settled on her. She seemed briefly frustrated, but it passed in a flash as her eyes unfocused for a second.

Clean chuckled. “Of course, Miss Rarity. However, I do expect you’ll be even more accommodating.”

Rarity’s displeasure oozed from her voice. “If I must.” She turned to glare angrily at Clean. “But only if I must.”

Clean walked back around to face her. “You must, Miss Rarity. And more-so, your accommodation will be a regular service you will be providing in this room.”

Rarity’s ears pinned back, and her eyes narrowed aggressively at Clean as her tail dropped. “I’m not sure what you think is happening here, Mr. Clean, but I am not some whore.”

Clean faltered for a second, looking back at me in confusion. I stared at him, my eyes as empty as my heart. If he was looking for answers, he’d have to find them somewhere else.

Rarity stamped her hoof, furious. “If that’s all, Mr Clean, I think my tour of the castle is complete for the day, and I have a lot of work to do to meet your new orders.”

I blinked, suddenly feeling lighter. Of course she could do this, she turned down stallions all the time. Whatever Clean had done to her, she was stronger..

She turned to leave, glancing at Twilight one last time. Twilight whispered something, and Rarity froze mid step. Twilight looked heartbroken, and I could barely hear her plea. “Please… stay.”

I remember trying to shout for her to go. To tell her to leave this terrible place. I fought, I really did. But I wasn’t strong enough; I stayed silent. I’m never strong enough. I’m worthless. I’m nothing.

No. That’s his thoughts.

True or not, it doesn’t matter. She stayed.

Can I stop for a moment?

Three. Two. One.

Okay, I’m ready.

Clean moved aggresively, interposing himself between Rarity and Twilight, filling her vision. “You’re not doing it for money, Rarity. Any money you make is purely incidental. You’re doing it for something else.” He nodded over his shoulder at Twilight. “Something far more important.”

Rarity’s ears relaxed for a moment, her hoof gently setting down as she lowered her head and sighed. The anger in her posture evaporated as she took a long, slow breath. She carefully lifted her head, glaring at Clean with a calm, but aggressive demeanor. As she spoke, her eyes narrowed. “I suppose I must?”

He nodded. “You must.”

Rarity stamped her hoof angrily. “Of all the nerve!” She whipped her head between Twilight and Clean before settling on Clean. She paused, and then shouted and stomped again. “Ooh… Fine!”

Clean raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Miss Rarity?”

Rarity growled, her voice low. “I wish to make it crystal clear that I do not like you, Mr. Corners.”

He looked back to me again in panick. “Uhh… I see… “

Rarity started a tirade. “You are a terrible creature who only pretends to be a pony. You stomp on others hopes and dreams while you smile and pretend you’re helping them. You’re needlessly cruel, mean, inconsiderate, I hate your pathetically cliché mane style, and, worst of all,” She stepped forward, pressing her face angrily into his “you improperly treat your coat!”

Clean took a step backwards and pinned his ears backwards in surprise. “I… uhh...” He looked down at his coat, inspecting it.

Rarity glared hatefully at him, continuing her rant. “You desperately need a soap that’s less alkaline, or to at least to take cooler showers! I hope when Twilight realizes how truly awful you are, she dumps you and crushes your heart into a fine powder… you… you absolute ruffian!” She leaned forward, shouting past Clean. “Twilight! I do not like your colt-friend! Are you positive you won’t dump him?”

Clean was wide eyed, in full on panic mode.

Twilight had stopped her gyrating, and was sitting deathly still on the still buzzing machine as she stared at Rarity before answering in a confused, raspy voice. “I’m… uhh… not dumping him.”

Rarity frowned and sighed, returning a heated glare to Clean. “Well, then I unfortunately surmise that we have an understanding, Mr. Corners.”

Clean timidly took a step forward as Rarity’s raging anger seemed to mellow into a smoldering ember. “I… Uh… Suppose we do.”

She replied quickly. “To re-iterate, I do not like you.”

Clean straightened his back, trying to regain his composure. “As long as you are accommodating.”

Rarity’s answer was as warm as ice. “I’ll be accommodating. Until Twilight dumps you. Then out will come the scissors.”

Clean paused, swallowing.

“Snip. Snip. Snip.” Rarity took her hoof and ran it under her barrel, pretending to cut off something she didn’t have, but Clean clearly did.

Clean took a step back, whatever erection he may have had surely withered; even I winced. He glanced back at me for help for a third time, and this time I just looked nervously away.

I sometimes wonder what would have happened to us if she’d done that right then and there. It would have been the most sane response out of the three of for what he did. But she didn’t, and Clean quickly worked up the nerve to approach her again. I’ve got a lot of complicated opinions about Clean, but we can all agree that he’s determined once he decides he wants something. Unlike me. I guess that’s why he got Rarity and I… didn’t matter.

When he approached her again, she’d calmed down and had a simple unimpressed look on her face.

He put on a facade of confidence to address her. “I guess I’ll have to be careful to not get dumped.”

She scoffed. “Oh I doubt you’ll manage that. But do try to stay on her good side. For Twilight’s sake, if not your own.”

Clean seemed amused, visibly relaxing with the banter. “I think you’ll find that Twilight is both fully accommodating and understanding. I’m not getting dumped any day soon.”

Rarity harrumphed. “We’ll see.”

Clean nodded. “Until then, lets discuss the finer details of your schedule.”

She sighed.

“When you visit, make sure to block off the evenings. That’s when Twilight and I spend time in the play room; you’ll be expected to attend.”

Rarity instantly retorted. “I’m a busy mare. I can’t afford to sacrifice my evenings.”

“Make time. And I’ll send for you on occasion. Do respond promptly. It may be for the play room, or it may be for other duties.”

Rarity glared. “Of course, Mr. Corners.”

He tapped his hoof to his chin as if suddenly remembering something. “And that’s another thing. When we’re in the play room, you’ll address me as ‘Sire’. It helps re-enforce the game we play.”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Of course, Sire.”

Clean frowned. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Not at all, Sire. It’s just so very cliché. It’s actually quite fitting for you in that way.”

His frown straightened tightly. “Is that so?”

Rarity smiled. “Oh, yes. No imagination at all, trite, and overly grandiose. Of course it makes sense, there’s a princess in the room so you must be above her in station. It’s the obvious conclusion, which is how I can tell how much thought you put into it. I’m sure it was a herculean task for you to devise the name.”

Clean was silent and still for a moment, clearly thinking. He said something then. I… can’t remember. I think it started with a “P”? Preposterous Pontification or something like that? All I know is I went fuzzy for a while.

I can’t really describe fuzzy. It’s a warm feeling. It’s kind nice, and all my stress goes away. It’s one of the things I miss. I mean, uhh, I’ll just continue.

I refocused and Clean was standing in the same spot. I felt surprisingly relaxed about the situation. He looked very calm, and Rarity also looked like she had calmed down.

Clean spoke smoothly. “Why don’t you tell me again what you think about calling me ‘Sire?’”

Rarity Rolled her eyes again. “Regardless of how I feel, it makes sense, Sire. You are in charge here.”

Clean smiled. “And who am I in charge of, Rarity?”

Rarity frowned. “Princess Twilight, Sire.”

“And?”

“And the rest of the staff, Sire.” Rarity glanced evasively to the side.

Clean was calm, smiling as though he was in on a joke. “Which includes?”

Rarity visibly deflated as she answered. “Me, Sire.”

Clean’s smile broadened. “And therefore, like it or not, who is in charge of you, Miss Rarity?”

Rarity glumly kicked against the floor as her ears splayed back in dismay. “You are, Sire. Even though I very much do ‘Not like it.’” She slowly kicked again. “At all…”

Clean’s smile softened. “I think that will change in time, Miss Rarity. I’m sure after continued exposure, my more generous traits will grow on you.”

“Generous is far from the word I’d use to describe your particular trait, Sire.” Rarity eyed under Clean’s barrel briefly, openly glancing at his now semi-hard shaft.

“You have a sharp tongue, Miss Rarity. Why don’t we see how soft it can be in regards to my generosity?”

Rarity sighed, dejectedly.

“On your back.”

Rarity laid herself down, her tail and mane spilling messily over the floor. My eyes were drawn to her mane and tail. She’d never normally let them touch the ground, and the sight her willingly smashing them into the floor was filling me with dread.

“Excellent. Now, open wide. Maybe you’ll learn to keep quiet.”

Clean walked over her supine body, facing me. I couldn’t see her face. Only his. He was concentrating on something. My eyes followed his, and I suddenly realised how exposed Rarity was. That was the first time I saw her pussy. She kept it well groomed, and pristine. The soft white flesh split to reveal a slight pink tin inside. I’d see it many more times that night, and countless times after.

I… touch myself to that memory. I should feel guilty. But the way she looked, and how… compelling Clean looked. It’s… I can’t get rid of it. I know he was raping her. I… should… I’m… No…

Three…

Two.

One.

No, don’t touch me. Just let me finish telling you this.

It wasn’t just her… It was also what he was doing to her.

He almost seemed careful as he gently lowered himself onto her, sighing as he looked at me with a pleased smirk. I couldn’t see her face but I could hear what was happening as his grin slightly widened into a confident glare. There was a gagging noise, her legs shuddered, and Clean settled comfortably on her body as his hips began to slowly thrust forward. His eyes gently closed as he let out a satisfied groan. “Oh yes. You’re good. I think you’ll have something to teach Twilight.”

Twilight moaned eagerly. “Sire, may I?”

He chuckled, keeping his eyes closed when he answered. “Not yet. One condition of your concession hasn’t been met yet. My dick is not yet in her pussy.”

Twilight tightly closed her eyes and held back a choked sob before she hopefully replied. “Please, Sire?”

“I’m quite comfortable like this, thank you.” Clean opened his eyes and lowered his gaze to Rarity’s smooth pussy. He grabbed her by the knees and unceremoniously spread her legs exposing everything even further. I could see inside. She immediately began to struggle, her front hooves tapping delicately at his sides while her back legs slightly kicked in panic, but he held her down. “She’s just the right size for me. Smaller than you, Twilight; her coat is softer, too. I won’t need her to crouch to mount her. And her pussy is immaculate. Look at this grooming, Spike!” He glanced up at me to confirm I was looking.

I slowly nodded in confirmation, my eyes wide to take in as much as they could.

He chuckled at my expression before looking back down. “It’s a shame I’m going to ruin her grooming.”

While I looked, I was vaguely aware of Twilight struggling while soft sobs came from her direction. I couldn’t look away from the sight in front of me to check on her.

He had his nose inches from Rarity’s exposed flesh, her purple tail was splayed messily over the floor, slightly wriggling with her dock. Her legs shook slightly with each of his soft thrusts, kicking occasionally and followed by a gagging sound as she fought for breath when he pulled back each time. Clean was pressing his nose closer, just breathing deeply and relishing her scent while she sucked him off and he continued to forcefully held her open wide, exposing her to Twilight and me.

He licked his lips. “Now this is accommodating. Perhaps, even inviting?”

Rarity’s legs shook furiously as she futily tried to force them closed, but he was stronger. He held them firmly in place as he stuck his tongue out, and gave her a tentative lick. Her whole body shuddered, and she suddenly stopped fighting.

Clean looked up at me for a moment, running his tongue across his lips. “Hydration, Prince. Bring Twilight a drink and then one for me.”

I nodded, “Right away, Sire!” but paused to watch him.

At that, he dropped his head, pressing his entire snout unceremoniously against her still dry flesh. Rarity began to kick her legs again, but he held them down at the knees. I watched, transfixed as he worked his snout side to side, spreading her and digging it into her like a pig rooting through dirt. His tongue slipped out, spreading spit around his mouth as he roughly worked his lips into her.

She… screamed… painfully around his cock.

Clean could be cruel.

I couldn’t watch anymore. I turned to walk towards Twilight, trying to clear the image of his face buried in her pussy out of my mind. I didn’t want to think about it. I couldn’t stop. His eyes had been closed, probably so he could feel the sensation better. So he could feel her throat around his cock. I shuddered, tortured by the image in my head and the gluttonous sounds they were making together. My own cock was painfully stiff by the time I made it to Twilight; who I suddenly noticed was not in good shape.

The machine buzzed loudly, but she simple leaned into it with a blank, empty face. Tears were running down her checks, and she didn’t seem to notice me. The stage was dripping wet with her juice, and the stench of her sex permeated the room along with the smell of silicone from the coating on her Sybian. I was suddenly worried about her.

“Twilight?”

She didn’t respond, even as the machine buzzed randomly louder.

I wanted to ask Clean for help, but I still heard him and Rarity. I couldn’t turn around to look. I couldn’t see… That… again. Unsure of what to do, I pathetically offered a cup to her lips.

Twilight mechanically gulped from it, blinking as she did. Her eyes focused on me while she drank.

I whispered to not attract Clean’s attention. “Twilight? Are you okay?”

She blinked again, and greedily finished the cup before answering with a whimper. “I was bad, Spike.”

I didn’t know what she’d meant. I thought she meant earlier. I thought she meant… well, anything else. If I’d known… If I’d understood… actually, I would have told Clean. Even now I would have told Clean. It probably would have gone the same in the end.

I guess I really don’t matter.

Unknowingly, I tried to comfort her. “Shh… It’s okay.”

Twilight blinked again, shaking her head slowly. “No. I’m being punished. I was bad. I shouldn’t have.” She was exhausted and confused, but at least she was responsive again. The drink had helped.

“You’re dehydrated, Twi. Have another.” I put a second full cup in front of her. Hopefully the energy drink did the trick.

“Kay.” Dutifully, she drank from the cup. I could almost see the life come back into her as she drank, she even started to rock her hips a little again.

“There you go. Let me know if you need more.” I was relieved. I remember thinking that Clean needed to be more careful with his toys. Can you believe I thought that? I guess you can. That’s why I’m here.

The noises from Clean and Rarity had changed while I gave Twilight the second cup. Steeling myself, I turned around to face them.

Clean’s snout was glistening, covered in clear fluids. Rarity’s pussy looked just as wet. Her perfectly manicured fur was matted and mussed, and her pussy lips were red and puffy, coated in shiny spit. He’d backed down her body slightly, and was gently suckling her clit while carefully pumping a bright green dildo in and out of her swollen pussy with one of his hooves. It stretched obscenely around the strangely ribbed silicon toy.

I noticed that he wasn’t holding her down anymore.

Rarity had completely stopped fighting. Her legs were splayed wide, occasionally shaking as he thrust the toy into her, and making soft squeaking sounds into his crotch while he suckled on her clit like a foal at a teat. I walked right up, and he held out his spare hoof, motioning me to wait.

So I watched while I waited.

From here, I could see the way their bodies met. He laid fully on her, their bellies pressed into each other. Her beautiful mane had been ruined, spread across the floor and mingling with his tail while he continued to pump into her throat. I spent some time like that, just watching, listening, soaking it in. In the background, Twilight had gotten back to her moaning.

It was somewhere between my wildest dream and my worst nightmare. My erection had softened, my emotions too confused by what I was seeing. I kept going over the facts. That was Rarity. And Cleaned Corners. And they were tongue fucking each other. And it was hot. But it sucked. And it was right in fucking front of me.

And then my thoughts would start over.

Twilight and Clean fucking was normal. It was expected. Sometimes they made me do weird stuff, but it wasn’t too strange. Usually just eating or licking something. Once, Clean had me give him a blow job before deciding that my teeth were too dangerously sharp. All no big deal, right? But my brain just wasn’t prepared for this. My mind was practically melting. That was Rarity. My childhood crush. My dream. One of my best friends.

And she was literally choking on Clean Corners. My Buddy. Twilight’s Fuck buddy. It was like finding out your sister-mom’s cool boyfriend was also fucking your girl best-friend. Graphically.

It seemed to last forever. I couldn’t tell. I wasn’t thinking about the time. Only the act I was witnessing. Before I knew it, her squeals were sounding deeper, more guttural. Her legs lifted in the air and grew still as she wrapped her front legs around his waist, pulling his groin tightly into her mouth. Rarity’s whole body stiffened, and she held her breath. I knew what it was. I’d seen Twilight do this.

Clean just kept up his rhythm, methodically pushing the toy in and tilting it upwards as he pursed his lips tightly around her clit. I could see him rapidly flicking his tongue inside his mouth from the quivering in his cheek.

I don’t know what I was thinking.

She arched her back, and Clean tilted the dildo up just slightly and pressed. The scream this time wasn’t from pain. She clutched him, pulling them tighter together in her convulsion. He pulled the dildo out, and a squirt followed. A long, arching spray erupted, and I saw a pool of glittering blue magic collect under her head a she gutturally groaned.

Her quivering red mound squeezed on nothing, spraying again. I was frozen, completely transfixed by the sight. Eventually, I realized that I had gotten splashed, along with the drinks. Rarity groaned loudly, and collapsed flat onto her back, her limbs falling limply to the floor. Clean was laughing derisively.

He moaned as he pulled his still hard cock out of her throat, standing up over her and spitting a large wet glob of drool back into her twitching pussy.

“You don’t taste nearly as good as Twilight does. Your cunt reminds me of milk.” He stepped off of her, grabbing one of the contaminated drinks and frowning. He glared at me. “I’ll punish you for this later, Spike. For now, give a drink to Rarity. She still has more work tonight.”

I gulped, terrified at what was inevitably coming. Until then, Rarity needed a drink. She was gasping for breath, just looking up at the mirror on the ceiling. She had spit and other fluids leaking from her mouth. Tears ran from her eyes, staining her blue makeup across her face. Her nose was leaking snot, and it mixed into the mess of fluids running from her mouth and down her face. Her hair was frizzed and tangled, worked into knots from the repeated motion on the floor. Her legs were still shaking, and her convulsing pussy was soaked in her own ejaculate, and Clean’s spit.

I didn’t know what to say, so I offered her the drink. She didn’t take it at first.

She was staring straight up, focused on something on the ceiling as she continued to quiver on the floor.

“Umm…” I couldn’t speak at first, I was unsure how to offer her the drink.

“Am I still beautiful?” Her voice was far away, and sounded like a whisper.

I thought about my answer. It wasn’t hard, but I had to word it right. She could never not be beautiful, after all.“You’re always beautiful, Rarity.”

She chuckled, suddenly glancing at me for the first time since she’d been told how unimportant I was. “You’re a gentlecolt, Spike.” Rarity took the drink as she sat up, coughing as she did.

Clean put his empty glass back on the tray. “Well, Miss Rarity. You performed passably for your first task. We’ll fix all those little problems eventually. For now, Playtime still has a few hours.”

Rarity coughed some more, and then sniffled before staying silent while she thought for a moment. “Why didn’t you cum, Sire? We were at that for some time.”

He snorted. “I want to finish in your cunt tonight. I’m going to take you to the table, lay you next to Twilight, and fuck you raw.”

Rarity coughed and gracefully placed the empty cup back on my tray with her magic. “You’re a vulgar animal, Sire.”

Twilight moaned.

“Good. Listen Closely. You’ll grow to like it, Rarity. Not today, not tomorrow, not next month. But you’ll eventually change your mind, won’t you?” He glared at her, some kind of force in his words causing her to choke out a slow sob for an answer.

Rarity squeezed her lips and eyes shut as she held back the tearful answer. The words appeared painful for her. “MMM… Y… Yess… Sire...” When she was done, she covered her mouth in fearful surprise.

Clean arrogantly walked back to her. “Who is in charge of you, Miss Rarity?”

Her eyes were wide as tried to reason through what happened. “You are, Sire.”

He walked closer and pressed a hoof to her chest. “Good. Listen Closely. That means I own your ass.” He gave her a hard shove, causing her to fall backwards. “Now get up. Who owns your ass, Rarity?”

Rarity’s slowly rose to her hooves, hanging her head low. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then sighed in exhausted defeat as her ears plastered down. “You do, Sire.”

He grabbed her chin and pulled her into a forced kiss. Her mouth opened, letting him inside. They locked eyes for a moment as he invaded her mouth. When he pulled away, he took his still wet hoof and smeared her own juices all over her face.

Rarity blinked, and then stood tall while she took a deep, wavering breath as she fought back her emotion.

“It seems I’ve dulled that sharp tongue of yours. No cutting remarks? No snide comments about my coat?”

Rarity paused, momentarily forgetting her humiliation while she frowned in disgust and focused on his coat. “I’ll bring you some shampoo tomorrow, Sire. Use it. And I’m deathly serious about that horrid mirror as well.” She glanced back up to where she’d been staring off to when I’d offered her the drink and complained. “For Celestia’s sake, the room is already made of reflective crystal. You don’t need to do anything; just polish the ceiling. A glass mirror is just plain tacky.”

All four of us looked up at the mirror, and you know what? Rarity was right.

It was tacky.

Author's Note

I wanted to fix this up more, but fuck it. Have it unfixed.