Cleaned Castle

by tailsopony

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Main 6, Princess Luna, Original Character, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Spike, Romance, Non-consensual, Sex
Length: 25278

Cleaned Corners has secured his position at Friendship Castle, so now he's securing the staff. With ropes. And gags. And threats. And hypnotism. And maybe a few drugs. Okay, it's possible that he's using lots of drugs.

After the events of his not exactly hostile takeover, Cleaned Corners has realized that he needs to recruit and train the new staff of Friendship Castle. Of course it couldn't be easy. Twilight's been getting a little too enthusiastic about her new position, Spike has been acting strange since the pancake incident, and Luna's been snooping around as well!

Clean's little slice of heaven is about to grow much larger. Can he handle it all? Or will his perfectly cleaned castle come crashing down around him?

Contains: Consensual, Non-Con, dub-con (tricked into sex, coerced into sex, hypnotism, drugs, magical mind control), rape, voyerism, bad intentions, many flavors beyond grape but still grape, NTR(netorare), M/F, F/F, (eventually M/M as well, maybe), anal, vaginal, oral, orgasm denial, and more. Get off while you still can.

Published 2017-12-01 04:10:07 UTC
Last updated 2021-02-12 20:50:52 UTC

An unused Castle

Hello. My name is Cleaned Corners. I'm proud to say that I am the head of staff at Friendship Castle. I work directly for Princess Twilight Sparkle, managing all of the castle staff. My situation is a little more complicated than can be easily explained, but it’s simple enough to say that I am very content with my work and what I have accomplished while working for the Princess.

For example, I’ve increased the Princess’s daily efficiency by over 83%, allowing her both more time for work and more time for leisure. It’s the little things that make all the difference. I’ve restructured her morning routine, ensuring that no time is wasted as she quickly and efficiently moves from task to task. I’ve streamlined her checklist making procedures, synced her schedule and Lord Spike’s to be as synergistic as possible, and even minimized her “nervous pacing” time to a surprisingly small percentage of the day. Even her leisure time has been optimized. I have ensured that she takes more regular time for her friends, and even for herself.

Princess Twilight’s daily routine is just one of the many things I’ve optimized during my time at Friendship Castle. It was a bit of a struggle to convince her of my methods, but once I did she really bought into my system whole-heartedly. As a result, I’ve been directed to make improvements to the entire castle, and I can confidently state that as a result my whole castle operates like clockwork. The staff is the gears that make the clock run, and I am the oil that ensures the operation runs smoothly and reliably every day.

How do I do it? Simple. A rigorous schedule, impeccable attention to every detail, an obsessive personality, complete demand for compliance, and, of course, an incredibly illegal amount of drugs and hypnotism.

I’ll skip the details as I’m sure I’ve already discussed them, but in summary, I drugged and hypnotized Princess Twilight Sparkle into a compromising position. Quite a few compromising positions, actually, and over many, many instances. I was aware that my initial techniques were a foray into activities which may be categorized as “blatantly illegal” or “undeniably treason,” but now they are at least marginally royally sanctioned.

As for the worry about getting caught, or the inevitable prison sentences, I’ve never been truly bothered by that. It was simply that before Princess Twilight, the risk to breaking the law was not worth the reward.

That all changed when I realized what I could gain by a little bit of applied hypnotism, and a lot of very dangerous Zebra potion recipes. It was a perfect application of opportunity, research, and no small amount of dogged perseverance on my part. Coercing me to read those books was the best mistake that Princess Twilight Sparkle ever made, and one of her very last when it came to her castle staff.

You see, she no longer has the final say in Friendship Castle staff decisions. I make all staff decisions now.

As part of our agreement I do not influence her life outside of the castle, and quite frankly, I do not care about it. I am not in charge of governing and have no desire to become involved. Politics bore me to no end. I do not interfere with missions from other princesses or “friendship problems”. Nor do I interfere with any “map” related tasks. All I manage is the day to day activities of the Castle staff and the royal residents.

All of their activities.

I schedule every single thing that my staff accomplishes within the confines of my walls and to the edges of my castle’s grounds. From re-aligning dining chairs after a meal, to which duster gets used during the dusting of the rafters, to how hard and how long they wipe their obedient pony asses after their scheduled bathroom breaks. It’s all scheduled to perfect efficiency, and I demand cleanliness and perfection.

Of course, if they stay on castle grounds during their leisure time then I schedule that as well.

It was rocky at first, I’ll admit, but once everypony fell into their roles we made things work. One of the tricks is to keep the castle staff small. Instead of a large incompetent army of of castle staff we have a scant few, but incredibly industrious, staff members. We’ve had to re-define many of the typical roles in order to optimize our staff member’s skill sets. Take our aesthetic manager for example. She actually only works at the castle part time. In her other job, she manages a boutique, to include designing her own line of clothing.

She’s confident, capable, and critical to keeping our castle stunning. We simply could not operate without her. I can clean, but I’ve never had an eye for fashion, design, or decoration. She even designs all of our uniforms to my exacting specifications. In truth, I had been considering her the least important member of our staff until she demonstrated her potential. We’d ordered some uniforms to get by, and the order had exceeded our expectations in an almost unnatural way. That’s when I decided that my castle needed her personal, attentive touch.

Author's Note

WTF did I write this instead of something I like/want to work on? Wow, this is gonna suck.

Hold awn to yore butts.

Shopping for decorations

The quality of the example uniforms was simply astonishing. I was wearing the butler styled suit for stallions, and it fit like a second set of fur. The light, but strong material allowed me an unexpected freedom of movement, and it stayed well formed and orderly even when I stretched and turned. The black and white uniform was quite comfortable, and looked professional, serious, and of course expensive. It even had a conveniently hidden flap to allow me to relieve myself without removing it, a rarity for formal stallion clothing.

Princess Twilight was modeling the maid dress for me to inspect. After she brought the examples back from the tailor, we had both adorned them and were closely inspecting the quality. Back then, we were still early in our new arrangement, but Twilight had already learned to be compliant. So much so that she allowed me to poke and prod her body with no outward signs or concern or embarrassment as I analyzed the dress.

The uniform was a standard black Prench maid dress, constructed from a strong, strange fabric. I wasn’t familiar with it, but had been told that it was also easy to clean. The dress was decorated with white frills that matched both the bonnet and the white knee high stockings. Simple black shoes coupled with the traditional Prench style dress were to be worn with it, causing the uniform to scream “maid” when viewed from the front, while from the rear it sent an altogether different message.

The dress was cut so short that it ended just at the base of the tail, giving the effect of framing the pony’s flank between the frilly rear stockings and the dress hem while openly displaying their cutie mark. This could have been excused as a simple way to accentuate the cutie marks of our staff, if it wasn’t for the tail wrap.

The tail was bent upwards and forwards, wrapped in a flat white ribbon, and tied in a bow tie. Excess tail was tucked under the top of the dress. While this fashioned the tail into a short and stylish bob, it also completely prevented a mare from covering herself in any way. Usually such a style would be worn through clothing, but since the dress was so short everything was bared shamelessly to the world at large. The effect was clearly intended to put the mare on display, but only when viewed from the back and it was only truly made indecent when the tail wrap was properly tied. But when it was indecent, it was downright scandalous.

I ran my hoof across the fabric, stretching and smoothing it against Twilight’s back. “This is… impressive, Princess. What did you commission exactly?”

Twilight looked back at me, and blushed as she wiggled her uselessly bobbed tail slightly under my attention. Perhaps she imagined it would cover her. “For the stallion's uniform, I asked for something that was stylish and professional. For the mare’s, I requested the same but also asked that it was just a little…” She paused for a moment... “voyeuristic. Is it too much, Sire?”

I pulled on the dress hem sharply, jerking her suddenly back slightly before she dug her hooves into the ground and leaned forward to provide resistance. The fabric only slightly stretched, certainly didn’t tear, and then returned immediately to it’s previous state as soon as I let go. “Hardly. It’s perfect. Who did you commission this from?”

Twilight smiled. “My friend, Rarity. You’ve met her several times. I even recommended her to you as a potential Staff member, Sire. She’s an expert with decorations.”

I tapped my hoof as I thought through the situation. The prissy white unicorn was well groomed and very formal, both traits I valued. She was also in Twilight’s inner circle of friends, so it wasn’t surprising that Twilight would go to her with a favor. I had always somewhat admired how neatly she kept her appearance. It was a pity she’d have to wait until later. “I suppose we could make use of her. Our new play room needs to be properly decorated, and the rest of the castle could use a little attention. Unfortunately, we have more pressing staff needs than a decorator right now.”

Twilight frowned and turned around, hiding her tantalizingly naked flesh from my view with the act. When my eyes were denied, I suddenly realized that I had been staring. She spoke up, carefully. “Sire, I respectfully disagree.”

“Do you, now?” I hadn’t expected disobedience so soon after I demonstrated my control over her. It surprised me that she didn’t understand her situation still, but I decided to humor her for the moment.

Twilight looked concerned, biting her lip as though she was holding herself back, and then suddenly spewed words out like a lecture.

“Of course, Sire. You have been handling cleanliness and general upkeep quite effectively, so those posts are of little importance until we have more staff for you to manage. I don’t have any threats or safety concerns right now, so the guard captain is also low priority. Spike can help you cook for the time being, and we’ve managed the grounds magically so far. I can keep that up indefinitely as long as we aren’t expanding them. But we have no means to properly decorate, and our new staff will need proper uniforms. We can’t make them wear these maid uniforms all the time. More importantly, if I need to host a dignitary or one of the other princesses, the castle would need to be aesthetically pleasing. I know it won’t compare to the Canterlot Castle, or the Crystal Castle, but if it was completely undecorated…” Twilight’s voice trailed off, and her eyes flicked away from mine, “that would be embarrassing.”

I mulled it over. I didn’t like being told what to do, but Twilight was still the princess. More importantly, it was still my job to make sure the princess looked good.

Settling on a decision, I smiled at her as I teased her. “We certainly would not want to embarrass the Princess, now would we?”

She blushed, looking down at the floor. “No… Sire.”

“In that case, before we reach back out to Miss Rarity, I think there’s one more test for us to do on these uniforms.”

Twilight looked up at me again, still blushing.

I picked up my hoof, and circled it around a few times, motioning for her to turn and face the other way. “If the uniform passes the last test, we’ll hire your friend. If it doesn’t, we’ll have to look for another designer while we move down the list of priorities for now.”

I’d worked for nobles and royalty most of my life. I knew how to obey their orders, even if I didn’t like them. But my relationship with Twilight had grown complicated. I was in charge of her for many things, and she could not order me about staffing issues. Still, I was willing to make concessions in order to more effectively accomplish my duties. It was important to remember that ensuring her standing was one of my main duties to accomplish as head of staff. Her standing was my standing, after all.

Twilight shivered as she turned around, once again baring her defenseless and uncovered self to me.

Speaking of our joint standing, she was slightly taller than me. “I think that for this test, you’ll need lower yourself, Princess. I’m sure you know the position by now. It’s time to see how easy these are to clean.”

Twilight dropped to her knees on her front legs, crouching slightly with her back legs but leaving her ass and tail up as I undid the flap on my tuxedo. I chuckled as her bobbed tail pushed to the side out of reflex, not that it mattered. She’d learned exactly what I liked while I’d fucked her over the past few weeks, and was comfortable in her compliance.

Unceremoniously, I put my front hooves over her back and eased myself up the length of her body until my head was poised over the nape of her neck and my cock was pressed lightly against her backside. I always liked resting slightly on her wings, so as I settled on her I carefully inspected where they jutted out from the uniform. I paused and slid slowly forward and backwards as I felt the fabric in my suit slide against her fabric and fur. It had the texture of fine silk, and made the sliding even more sensual than simple fur on fur. Not that I minded fur on fur with Twilight, mind you. “That’s smooth. I think I like it.”

Twilight hummed in agreement. “Mmm… Yes, Sire. It feels nice. I’ll have to research this fabric for some other toys.”

“Do that.”

My cock throbbed hungrily as I contemplated my coming decision. Should I fuck her ass, or pussy? I’d fucked her ass pretty roughly last night, and it still had a slightly pink and puffy look around her puckered hole. She was getting better at anal in general, but she still needed practice before she could safely go every day. Especially with no lube. Sighing in mild disappointment, I made my decision.

“You know what’s next.”

She shuddered underneath me, and answered quickly. “Yes, Sire.” I could practically feel the heat rising from her as I’m sure her imagination ran wild. Once I’d originally broken her desire to resist me, I’d quickly discovered that Twilight was very much the deviant; much more so than I. She enjoyed humiliation, submission, pain, and a little bit of everything I’d done to her. But it didn’t stop there. She’d been doing a little research on her own. And once she’d been exposed to something, she tended to fantasize.

It wasn’t a problem, at least not quite yet. I was aware that if her sexual appetite grew beyond what I was willing to indulge, she may grow unhappy with our agreements. So I took measures. I explored new avenues of pleasure for myself, and had even decided to try few things that didn’t seem particularly enjoyable to me at first. Most immediately, I was looking for new accessories to sate her sexual appetite. For example, a mechanized toy from a kinky Canterlot store had arrived for that night’s scheduled “evening through late night” playtime.

But that was for the evening, and it was the afternoon. We were still evaluating our potential new uniforms. I spoke clinically as I thought it through. “In order for the test to go properly, I’ll have to cum on your back.”

Twilight nodded in agreement. “I’m sorry, Sire. I know you like cumming inside my pussy.”

I didn’t acknowledge her. Instead, I slid myself forward as she gently used magic to guide my cock towards her depths. At first, her lower lips were resistant and sticky. I had to force myself in past the first layer. Unless she was very eager, It always hurt just a little, and even Twilight was silent for this part. She was likely biting her lip, but I couldn’t see. Hot and ready wouldn’t be a problem for our regular scheduled play time. I always ensured she was adequately prepared before I used her in the evenings, but for the impromptu moments like this, I enjoyed the slower warm up.

Twilight acting like an eager slut all of the time would eventually get boring, so I made sure her personality was allowed to naturally express itself without too much hypnotic manipulation throughout most days. Of course, there were days that I kept her wet and begging from sunup until her appointed bed time.

“You know, Twilight...” I mused to her as I thrust further in, tasting the warmth of her depths with the tip of my cock. “My uniform fits exceptionally well.” I slid the rest of the way in settling fully into her as she cooed in contentment. Her door was undeniably open for business now, and the warmth and wetness bathed my cock as I let it soak in her being.

“Mmm… Yes, Sire. Mine as well.” Twilight seemed distracted from our conversation. How rude.

I didn’t move my hips, instead leaning down and nibbling on her neck, just above the frilled collar of her dress. “It makes sense for yours to fit perfect; I’m sure Rarity has your measurements on file. But for mine it’s more suspicious. How did she even know the uniform was for me, let alone my sizes?”

Twilight wiggled her hips slightly, eager for the action to start. “She knows you’re the only stallion on staff, Sire. And She has an eye for these things. She’s seen you before. I’m sure she would need to make some adjustments for it to be perfect, but I’m just as sure she could easily estimate a measurement by looking at you.” Twilight tried to push back into me, clearly her pussy was hungry for my attention.

I ignored her wanton movements as she wiggled slightly around my dick, and instead continued the conversation. “Yes, but just look at your uniform design. And the convenient flap for my cock! She knows exactly what we were planning to do in them.”

Twilight mumbled something, and I felt her grow more wet around my cock and shiver.

“In fact, what exactly did you order, Princess?” I asked her accusingly, followed by lightly biting one of her ears. I was as hard as I could get now, her heated groin surrounding my stiff rod.

“Umm… What I said earlier, Sire. But…” Twilight was growing very warm underneath me, and she didn’t want to answer.

“That’s not an answer, Princess. Don’t make me… Bite.” I nibbled carefully down her ear. It was no empty threat. I would hurt her if she didn’t answer. Admittedly, she’d like it, but the threat was still real.

“She asked… if it was for a special somepony… and… I said… Yes?” She sounded confused and conflicted. Probably unsure if telling me what she’d said was the right answer.

I growled dangerously, and bit sharply into her neck as a warning.

Twilight panicked at my displeasure, realizing her mistake. “Sire! I said it was, Sire! I said it was for a special somepony, Sire!”

I let go of the bite, and licked my lips as I mulled it over. So Rarity knew that Twilight and I were… playing around. But she didn’t know the extent of our debauchery. This was fine. More than fine, this was good. This was a hook. And I’d use this hook to catch a pretty white fish.

“Good answer, slave.” I rewarded her by pushing hard into her body, starting a slow and steady rhythm that got her breathing heavily underneath me. I was Twilight’s permanent special somepony in every way but legal marriage, after all. In a way, she was mine as well. I only had what I had because I owned her now. Twilight was a special toy.

“Thank… you, Sire.” Twilight grunted out her answer as I filled her purple pussy with my cock.

I continued to muse as I sped up. “She probably figured you’d run right home, put it on, and get fucked by me like a good little special somepony, didn’t she?”

Twilight shuddered, pleased with my attention and growing speed. “Yes Sire!”

I answered coldly. “But she doesn’t really know what our relationship is, does she?”

“No, Sire!” Twilight was focused now, listening attentively but just answering me reflexively. I could feel her squeezing her insides and matching my thrusts.

I loved tormenting Twilight, and she loved it too. So I kept on taunting her, switching my tone to mean and accusatory. “She doesn’t know that you’re my little slave. That you love being trampled on and used. That you love debauchery and abuse. She doesn’t know that you’re a twisted freak that I own now, does she?”

Twilight was really getting into it, shouting back as she tried desperately to impale herself on me. I bit her neck, sinking my teeth into her soft skin before taunted her some more.

“Most importantly, she doesn’t know about your little list of recommendations. That she’s next. That you begged me for her to be next. Does she?” I was particularly amused about that. She hadn’t been hypnotized to put her friends on her list. She’d done that on her own.

Magic wrapped around my balls as Twilight lightly massaged them, her wet juice slopping out of her now dripping cunt and splattering on both of us. She sucked in a breath before uttering her slow and throaty answer. “No-o… Sire-e…”

“She doesn’t know that we’re going to make her wear her own little fetish suit and fuck her silly. That I’m going to fill her with my cum as you watch, and that she’ll love it. She doesn’t know that we’ll train her to be just like you, does she?”

Twilight just moaned loudly, but I ignored her slight disobedience. It was my fault she couldn’t properly answer, after all. Instead, I used my front hooves to hold her head still while I spoke into her ear. “We’re going to make her cum in our play room until she’s unconscious, and when she wakes up then we’re going to do it again. She’s going to be mine. And she’s going to love every second of it.” Then I dropped my voice down to a whisper, bringing myself over the edge. “And it’s all your fault.”

Twilight whimpered, signaling that she was close, but I didn’t care. I pulled out roughly, pushing on her back legs until they buckled and she collapsed onto all four knees. I aimed my throbbing cock at her dripping cunt, and prepared to cum.

Coldly, I gave her an order. “Give me a magic job.”

Twilight looked over her shoulder, glanced at my face, and then looked under my frame at my cock. A warm tingle surrounded it, and I felt my cock skin slide smoothly back and forth as a tight ring of magic moved nearly frictionlessly up and down my length.

I shuddered at her magic touch. Twilight’s repertoire of sexual spells had grown quickly, and this one was becoming one of my favorite. Rocking my hips, I thrust into her spell as she effortlessly matched my intensity.

Within seconds, it was too much. Groaning, I thrust forward hard and leaked the first dribble of cum down her ass cheek.

I came over her prone form, squirting with each thrust as she guided my cock. Twilight lay on her knees, using her magic to aim my spurts and cover her backside in my cum. I sprayed spurt after spurt up all over her pretty ass, into her tail, up the back of the black uniform and through the white frills, then into her hair and on the bonnet. All the while she stayed obediently motionless, staring at me as my cum soaked into her fur, flesh, clothing, and hair..

I loved it when she just knew what I wanted from her. I loved when she was so obedient.

Taking a deep breath, I dipped down and smeared my messy cock across her dress, using the maid uniform to wipe it off. My cock got surprisingly clean, and you could hardly tell there was anything on the uniform at all. Twilight’s ass and tail were covered in my white spunk, but the dress was immaculate. Even though I knew it was filthy, the deep black material didn’t show any signs of contamination, and the white frills were only barely discolored. I was impressed.

“How does mine look?” I took a step back, and Twilight blinked as though she was waking up. She looked almost surprised, her eyes opening wide as they were framed by her flushed face. Just as quickly she regained her composure and glanced me up and down as she inspected me.

She continued to eye me over, staring intently at my flaccid cock dangling beneath me. “It looks… pristine, Sire. Except for your… penis.”

I tucked it away and closed the flap, causing Twilight to frown. “And now?”

“You look as though nothing happened, Sire.” She seemed concerned.

I smiled. “It looks like the uniforms passed the test. But you seem worried. Is something the matter, Princess?”

Twilight bit her lip, then looked at me pleadingly. “That was nice, but I didn’t get to orgasm, Sire.”

I continued to smile. “That’s a shame. Especially since you’re not allowed to cum until we get Rarity to play with us.”

Twilight’s eyes opened up in a panic. She hadn’t been expecting that at all. “But, Sire!”

I shook my head. “I don’t like being told what to do. This is your concession for directly interfering in my staffing decisions. I am having to change my plans because of your selfish desires. So until Rarity joins us in the playroom, gets my dick in her pussy, and agrees to work for us, you don’t get to cum at all.”

She blinked, confused and upset. “Sire! Tonight we have time scheduled for the new toy that arrived, and for more play room time after...”

The realization was settling into her mind, and I was relishing it. “Of course. Your schedule isn’t going to change. We’re still going to fuck again tonight, and you’ll get to play with your new toy.”

Twilight swallowed as I looked her over. The cum still had no signs of showing on the dress, the only sign that we’d just fucked like animals was her white splattered ass and tail. If you looked close, you could see that her pussy lips were dripping as well.

She seemed nervous. Good. I wanted to keep her on her hoof tips. “I… I don’t think I can not cum, Sire.”

I started to stroke her pussy with my hoof, causing her to reflexively widen her stance and raise her tail. She was still close. “No cumming. Use a spell if you have to.”

Twilight turned her head away and muttered to herself. “That might be weeks… I could… Maybe… ”

“Have an idea, my kinky element of Magic?” I smiled at her as I started to play with her clit. Her whole pussy was almost gulping as it eagerly convulsed. I was edging her, and I realized that I might accidentally push her over the edge. I didn’t stop, of course. Punishing her would be fun. “You better… hurry.”

Twilight groaned in displeasure, then turned to look at me with frustrated eyes, as she cast a frantic spell. Her body darkened to flat gray for a moment, and then returned to her normal color. “Done, Sire. I’ll have to dispel it when I can… When you allow me… Oh… Oh no.”

She was still rubbing against my hoof, so I decided to test it. I began to heavily massage one of her sensitive spots, just above her clit as I toyed heavily with her soaking pussy lips.

Twilight closed her eyes, almost crying with the whine she was letting out as she eagerly ground herself on my hoof. “I can’t… I can’t… Please… Let me…”

I continued to play with her flesh, ignoring her pained cries. Soon, they devolved into true animal whining and even actual crying as I molested her. Her pussy was practically dripping like a faucet left on, and her body was shaking violently. It was the first time I’d played with orgasm denial in such a cruel way, and the effects pleased me.

I pulled my hoof away, and it was coated in her slime. Happily, I sucked on it while she continued to squirm and whine for several minutes, until eventually she was able to focus on me with sad, hungry eyes. All she said was one word. “Please…”

I just grinned and gave her tail a light tug. “I like this spell, Princess. Remember it.”

Twilight looked away from me, defeat registering in her eyes as she realized that she wasn’t going to cum for a long time.

“Yes, Sire.” She shivered, her body still hungry for attention. She was clearly trying to cool herself off with her mind, but was having a hard time. I suppose that’s one of the problems with an active imagination.

Cruelly, I reminded her about our new toy for the play room. “Don’t worry, Twilight. I’m sure the new Sybian device will be fun for you tonight.”

Twilight looked back at me, and swallowed fearfully as I licked my hoof and reached forward with it again. Her pussy was sticky and hot, pulsing with an impossible need. She shivered and blinked as she licked her lips. We still had half an hour planned for testing the clothes, and I wasn’t about to let that newly free time go to waste.

I had a doll dressed in new clothes to play with.

Author's Note

I dunno why, but this has just no pizazz. I'll fix it, but I gotta figure out what's wrong. My mind just hasn't been able to make sexy things lately, even though I still want to. Is old age finally catching up to me? Is your mindspace the first thing to go when you get senile? What year is it?

Outside a stained glass window

What else can you start with but your name, darling? Mine is Rarity. It’s just Rarity, no other names. Certainly not “Rarity Unicorn”. I’m not sure where that silly nickname came from. The name Rarity, and just Rarity, is important. It’s my brand as well, you see. I’ve put a lot of work into branding over the years, being a business mare and all. And really, that’s what started this for me – business. At least, that’s how I saw it then.

My friend, Twilight Sparkle, had come to me with a curious order. I told her I’d do it for free but she still offered to pay. I’d turned down the offer of money, and then she’d made a counter offer. The castle needed some work, and she had a significant amount of bits with which to pay for the work. The bits would be spent regardless, and she felt that I alone had the magnificent touch that she wanted. She just had to convince her new head of housekeeping that I was as skilled as she knew I was.

Of course, this added another level of intrigue. How could I turn down such a mystery? Twilight was in charge of her castle, and Mr. Corners worked for her. Beyond that, her requested clothes were quite risqué, a very out of character request from such a normally dignified and reserved mare. I could only assume that she and he had begun some sort of intimate relationship. To top it off, the normally specific mare described the work as “decorating, and other things you’re good at”. All together, it was an incredibly suspicious offer, and I never would have entertained the thought had she not been my friend.

I suppose I was worried. I’d never really liked Mr. Corners, he was an unnerving stallion. His gaze always lingered just a little too long and he spoke as though he judged everyone. Admittedly, everyone else seemed to like him, especially Twilight, so I’d just chalked it up to a character tick with him and assumed I was being too harsh. I trusted Twilight’s intuition, and if she’d decided that Mr. Corners was good enough for her to date, I was confident he was at least a good pony, if somewhat strange. It also didn’t hurt that the bits were enough to really jump start my Manehatten business plans, and I knew full well that Princess Twilight was offering an amount well within her means. Saying “Yes” was really the only option. Unfortunately, I hadn’t yet realized exactly what had… transpired.

If I had known, I still might have taken the offer. My motivation would have been different though, more clandestine and less entrepreneurial in nature. Bits are always the last thing on my mind when my friend’s well being is involved. I would have accepted the offer, gotten close, figured out what was happening, and then helped my friend. I suppose, in a way, that is what happened. I simply took a little longer and got involved a little more in-depth than I would have planned. Hah! Such an odd thought, isn’t it?

Anyways, she needed to take my example uniforms and convince Mr. Corners that they were of exceptional quality in order for me to get the “big job”, as she put it.

The way she’s said “convince” left me wondering exactly what she’d meant, so I ended up asking her directly. Not very ladylike, I know, but in this case I felt it was important. I was desperate for the information on her personal life you see. She shyly admitted that, yes, Clean was her special somepony.

I was ecstatic for her. Knowing what I know now, that memory is difficult for me. You have to understand, Twilight had appeared to not care about the opposite sex, or her own sex, at all before Mr. Corners came along. While it’s true that I didn’t much like him, he hadn’t acted dangerous or given off any serious warning signs, so I entertained the fantasy that they had found some sort of socially awkward love together. It sounded both romantic and adorable at the time. I’ll admit, I was enamored with the thought. I’ve always been something of a hopeless romantic.

I promised to keep her love life a secret for the moment, but still added it to my little pink book of gossip. How could I not? I assured Twilight that the uniforms would be beyond her expectations, and I went to work. I don’t normally make erotic accessories, but I was excited to be included in Twilight’s newfound joy. Even though it wasn’t my expertise, I researched and reached out to a few professionals in the business. I made sure that her uniforms were the pinnacle of fetish clothes, not for myself or my brand, but for my friend. I’ve always been willing to go the extra distance for a friend, especially Twilight. She always just seemed so innocent and lost in the real world, even though she was a princess. Silly, I know, but it’s how I felt.

Within a few days, they were done and she came back to retrieve them. I’m not embellishing when I say they were magnificent. Of course she was impressed. I remember how she seemed so animated and excited; she truly looked happy then. I thought she was in love. Maybe she was.

Wouldn’t that be unfortunate? If it turned out that before all this mess, Twilight had truly been in love with that stallion? I try not to think about that. Stay focused on the positives is what my therapist says!

When she left, she had an excited hop in her step, and I’m not going to lie, my imagination was steaming. I’d spent so long working on those accessories for her that I was simply dying to know how well they worked. I mused over what positions they might use, what they might do to please each other, where the clothes would end up once they were ready to go all natural for the evening. I even considered stopping by and picking up Spike for the day to give them some privacy, but decided against it.

I convinced myself that Twilight and Cleaned must have had a system for that. If I’d known their system, I’d have been horrified. Do you know they made him watch? I know that he’s older than he looks being a dragon and all, but still. Twilight is like his mother! Once it started, I’m sad to say that whatever they did to me made me… care less? It’s hard to explain, really. It was sort of like seeing the world through a different personality. I saw Spike, I knew how he felt, and I just… didn’t care. Of course, sometimes… well, that’s not important. It must have been awful for him. I simply can not imagine what he’s been through, the poor dear.

The next day, Twilight stopped by and seemed absolutely exhausted. She had bags under her eyes, moved slowly, and was walking with a particular limp I was ever so slightly familiar with. I chuckled at her presentation and the implications of her demenor. In my mind, it was obvious that the socially unaware Twilight wouldn’t realize how disheveled she looked.

When I asked how it went, she’d given me a sly smile, and informed me that it had been a long and busy night thanks to my clothes. I barely noticed, but she acted distressed then, almost nervous. I actively ignored it, wanting her to be happy so much that I imagined she was. It’s easy to see what you want when it’s a possibility. What nervous ticks she did have, I chalked up to the topic of conversation. It’s never easy to talk about one’s sex life at first.

Oh my. What a terrible excuse that sounds like now.

If I could describe how I feel about everything, well, it would be easiest with two words:

Regret and guilt.

My therapist says that I should not dwell on those feelings, that if I focus on the negatives they’ll consume me, especially after what happened. But sometimes I can’t help it. You see, the truth is that I don’t particularly mind what happened to me. Yes, it was wrong, but it wasn’t my first runway walk, as it were. I’d had my heart broken before. I’d been used and dropped like some stallion’s flavor of the week. Sure, this was a little more extreme, but it was the same story only told louder. What really, truly bothers me is what happened to everybody else. I’m a lot tougher than ponies give me credit for, but the others… well…

Sorry. Therapist says and all that.

Anyways, I decided to take her up on her offer. I dressed up in some finery to make a good impression and attended a formal lunch with Clean for an interview, pleased at both my success in helping my friend and excelling at a new craft. It was a good thing I’d locked up the boutique, as I never made it home that day.

If we have to be honest, I’m ashamed to admit that I didn’t make it back that night either...

Author's Note

I had no motivation to write the other thing. So have this thing. I might go back and write the other thing when I'm motivated.

Cleaning the window from the outside

I was sitting in the courtyard preparing my questions to interview Rarity as I mulled over recent events. The questions were written up quite neatly, and organized sequentially in the order that I’d planned to ask them. A standard interview was a simple enough affair, I’d conducted a few for the Crystal Castle when Prince Shining or Princess Cadence couldn’t manage them. Additionally, this one was simply a formality. I’d already decided to hire the mare, convinced I could keep any of her potential deviancies in line with some of my more illicit methods.

In fact, I was more concerned about Twilight’s behavior than anything. She’d grown pushy, and needed some new orders to keep her in line. Just that morning, she’d rushed off a full two minutes ahead of schedule in order to discuss the situation with Rarity. I had expected to interview Miss Rarity a day or two later, but Twilight had pressed for it to happen immediately. Luckily, I’d been preparing a few extra supplies, so I was able to accommodate the slight schedule change.

I was not happy about it. While no real harm had been done, it still needed to be addressed.

The immediate problem as I saw it was that she was unhappy with the punishment she’d received. Unhappy enough to risk disturbing my schedule. I’d have to fix that and ensure that she was properly motived by punishments without causing a disturbance to my system. I thoroughly enjoyed the sex and our new relationship, but my top priority has always been keeping the castle in order. Once the novelty of having the Princess beg me for my cock wore off, I had realized that I needed to maintain the order I craved. Not just for my comfort anymore, either.

I’d gone well beyond the limits of what was socially acceptable, and if any crack in my castle’s operations became visible, somebody might investigate. If that investigation didn’t go well, I’d be getting a very severe sentence from the senior princesses. Keeping the castle in order had gone from a matter of personal comfort to a matter of survival. Even knowing that, I still pressed the limits on my control over Twilight.

As for why, it’s not as complex as it seems at first glance; the situation was in actuality quite simple. I’d discovered a new hunger, and in turn discovered how to sate it. My desire for control only grew as I gained more of it. It’s not an addiction, not as I see it. Can a pony be addicted to air or food? I’d discovered that it was simply something I need. And so I sought it as desperately as a drowning pony gasps for air.

I was in charge of Twilight’s life. I touched her how and when I pleased, I commanded her body, and I even directly influenced her mind. Her body was my body before it was hers, and I made sure to remind her of this regularly. I’d even convinced her that she enjoyed it. Spike as well. While I had no interest in using him like I used Twilight, I still owned him. That drake’s claws, his scales, his mind, even his very breath were all mine.

I relished that in a way that cannot be explained, only experienced.

My motivation to keep the castle clean was ostensibly why I was hiring more staff, but my true purpose was simply to acquire more. More dolls, more minds, more flesh, and more toys. I’ve always been ambitious. I’d reached the pinnacle of my ambitions, so of course they’d grown. At the time I was focused on the next pony I would control–the next body to become my plaything.

Rarity, unlike Twilight, had a cultured beauty. One she worked hard to maintain. I’d previously only noticed her as an occasional nuisance around the castle, but once Twilight mentioned her as a possibility for the staff, I’d been forced to re-evaluate her potential worth. While many of Twilight’s friends tracked in mud, or left a room in disarray, Rarity never did. She never had to be asked to properly leave her plate after dining, or to hang her outer wear up in an appropriate spot. As far as Twilight’s recommendations went, she’d need the least amount of work to become a suitable member on my staff.

In effect, she would be easy.

The only immediate issues I foresaw were her obligations to her boutique, and her slight disapproval of me. Both would be manageable with a proper schedule and a heavy dose of a potion I’d been brewing. Of course, I’d need to requisition more uniforms from her, but that had become an inevitability the moment I laid my hooves on the examples that Twilight had brought back. She was undeniably a master tailor, and there was significant potential living within her. I’d never been close to a master tailor before, and I was curious how I could utilize her as one of my playthings.

For her schedule, once she finished the initial job of decorating, she’d only need to visit before an event or for an occasional update to the décor. I’d make sure she dropped by every once in a while to keep up her conditioning and spend some time in the play room, but beyond that her presence was unnecessary. It would work well, allowing her to continue managing her business, and minimizing the on hoof staff at the same time. With a little bit of scheduling, it would be trivially easy to integrate her life into my castle.

The solution for her personality was even more simple. I didn’t need her to like me, I only needed her to realize that I was in charge. I’d learned some of the finer details of hypnosis by then, and certainly wasn’t about to make the same mistakes with Rarity as I had with Twilight. Simply put, it’s best not to challenge preconceived notions. It is much easier and more effective to change their perception of reality to fit your needs.

Rarity did not particularly like me, so I would not challenge that understanding of our relationship. I had forced Twilight to adopt some new beliefs rather quickly, and the transition could have gone much smoother had I been more careful. Twilight spent too much energy at war with herself during the transition, and there were a few moments where I lost control as a result. Instead of changing how she actually felt about me, I would change her perception of our relationship.

She would understand that, like me or not, she needed to impress and obey me. If I coupled that with changing her perception of acceptable behavior, it wouldn’t seem odd for her to accommodate my demands. Part of how that would exactly take place was reliant on my interview questionnaire. After that, I could safely change her opinion of me over time and many regular incremental sessions, like cleaning an old disused attic for the first time in many years. With an old attic, you don’t bother trying to dust until you take all the clutter out and leave it empty. Each session I would remove one box of clutter, or rather one notion of me, until there was only what I wanted left. Once the room was in an acceptable state, I would dust. And once the room was dusted properly, I would bring out my other cleaning supplies and ensure it was perfectly, methodically clean.

In time, Rarity would be perfect.

What I truly enjoyed about this plan was how it didn’t deny me any of the little pleasures over the course of it, unlike with when I was working on Twilight. If the first session took properly, Rarity would be a slightly unwilling but a fully understanding and compliant participant from the start.

I was sure Twilight would appreciate that, given her punishment at the time. The sooner Rarity was put into my new collection, the sooner Twilight would be released from my impromptu order and her delectably effective spell.

I noted the time just as Rarity stepped into the courtyard. She was wearing a formal, but professional looking, dark blue dress made out of a silken cloth. More importantly, she was 30 seconds early, and would likely sit down exactly on time. Perfect.

Smiling, I gestured to the table that contained a pot of tea, two cups, and some lunch scones while holding the stack of questions in my other hoof. “Greetings, Miss Rarity. Please have a seat.”

She raised an eyebrow in mild surprise as a moment of frustration flashed across her face, but responded pleasantly enough as she daintily pulled out her chair and sat down. “Thank you, Mr. Corners. I’m glad to be…” She paused for a moment as she decided on what to say. “Given this opportunity.” Curiously, she waited to see how I’d respond.

I smiled back, and faked a chuckle to put her at ease. “Please. We both know this is a formality. Have a some tea and a scone or two. I have a few questions for you, mostly standard with a few more specific based on your impressive accomplishments.” I’d found that flattery usually put mares like Rarity more at ease.

She sighed theatrically, flipping her hair. “I suppose some of that may be true.” She used her telekinesis to pour herself a cup of tea, as I sipped from my own cup. “Actually… I had a few questions for you as well, Mr. Corners.”

I looked back curiously. I had expected as much, but the directness was unexpected.

“By all means, please ask.”

Rarity took a sip from her tea, briefly looking at it quizzically before returning her attention to me and setting it down. “Before we begin the formal interview, Mr. Corners, I hope you’ll answer a personal question or two of mine.”

“I’ll do my best. And my apologies about the tea, it actually grows on you quite a bit once you get used to the flavor. It’s a rare Neighponese blend with a little Zebrican twist. Princess Twilight’s grown fond of it, so I’ve been practicing this particular blend more often. Do give it a chance to settle in.” I pointedly took a sip of mine after I spoke.

Rarity eyed her cup with a more curious look and lifted it again, holding it up as she spoke. “Actually, I wanted to ask about Twilight. She mentioned something interesting when she was by my boutique earlier.

I grinned behind my cup, hiding the expression.

Rarity took another sip, and narrowed her eyes aggressively at me before she spoke. “What exactly are your intentions with Twilight, Mr. Corners?”

A practiced and feigned surprise fell on my face. “Pardon?”

Rarity continued employing her new and aggressive demeanor, glaring at me as she spoke. “I know you and Twilight are in a relationship, especially after that borderline obscene request…”

I sighed. “I suppose I’ll admit that you fulfilled the request magnificently. Your familiarity was why Princess Twilight went to you instead of a more traditional source. I know she trusts you, so it’s only natural that I should become comfortable with that as well.”

Rarity’s eyes softened slightly. “Quite.”

The fiction I provided wasn’t too far off from reality. “Twilight and I found that we… enjoy each other’s company. For now, we’d like to keep our recent… proclivities… mostly a secret. Aside from a few trusted individuals, of course.” I nodded to her meaningfully.

Rarity hummed thoughtfully as she took another sip. “Hmm… Well, I am flattered. But I’m afraid I must keep asking directly: What are your intentions with my friend?”

“Miss Rarity, I assure you that my intentions are pure.” This was technically true, but it also meant nothing. “Princess Twilight is very special to me, I value her as much as I value my life.” Not entirely true, but close enough that it was easy to put some emotion behind the statement. If Twilight’s condition was found out, my life would likely be forfeit.

She settled back and sipped from the cup again, looking at it appraisingly instead of me as she spoke. “Fine enough, Mr Corners. I just wanted to ensure that you didn’t plan on breaking her heart.”

I honestly frowned, upset at the connotation. “The last thing that I would allow to happen would be that.” Beyond that, Twilight’s heart had already been broken by me, and then I’d forged it back together. She had a heart of steel now, one that I could never break. I knew full well that Twilight was my doll and a doll’s heart couldn’t beat or break. She was a toy. As I saw it, her love was now inconsequential; both to herself and to me.

Rarity took another sip, closed her eyes, and then opened them to stare directly at me in a clearly threatening manner as she put the cup down. I was taken aback both by her suddenly intimidating presence and what she said. “I’m glad to hear that, Mr. Corners. Because if you did, I would show you exactly how to never use scissors, a sewing needle and thread to remove any unnecessary equipment a stallion may have.”

Her deathly cold glare sent shivers into my very soul as I could not stop imagining the scene she implied. With her skill, it was no empty threat. I was lost for words. “I… umm… see.”

She smiled, easing back into her seat and raising the cup to her face again as she took a dainty sip. “I’m glad we see eye to eye then. To business?”

Nervously, I picked up my cup with a shaking hoof. I needed to focus, so I took a sip to calm my nerves. I almost wished I had what was in Rarity’s cup instead of mine. Almost.

“Yes. Of course. Ahem. Question one.” I looked down to the sheet, glad I wrote everything down as I’d forgotten what I’d planned. I skipped the section on general work ethic and started with the castle administration section. She had shaken me, so I wanted to hurry this along. “Do you understand that, as a member of the castle staff, you will be privy to information that others will not be?”

She smiled, knowingly. “I suppose I do, Mr. Corners.”

“Good. Okay… I umm… think we can just skip most of these… aha. How often do you allow personal opinions to affect your work?” I shuffled nervously.

Rarity blinked, momentarily confused as she took another sip of tea. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief as I realized that the drugs were starting to kick in. “Oh. Hardly ever. I have to maintain professional relationships with all kinds of clients for my work. I pride myself in my composure.”

I relaxed as I looked closely at her eyes. They were beginning to dilate. I decided that it was safe enough to test her, not to mention it would put me back in control. “And how do you feel about me, Miss Rarity?”

She looked taken aback for a moment, but then cautiously answered. “I… don’t really like you, Mr. Corners. You’re too… fake. You act nice, and you have all the other girls fooled, but I feel like you’re a charlatan. A trickster living a lie, spinning a web of lies to catch anybody you can in it. I’ve met stallions like you before, and regretfully even slept with one or two when I was caught up in their web.” She paused, glaring intently into my eyes.

I knew she wasn’t a fan of me, but I hadn’t realized the depth of her… feelings until just then. I remembered what she said for a long, long time.

“It’s your gaze, it lingers just a moment too long. You like to stare, and you don’t seem to be thinking kind thoughts when you do. But I don’t have any real evidence to speak of, only a feeling deep down that you’re just lying to everybody and you’re a terrible pony. Maybe even lying to yourself.” Rarity stared silently off for a second, then looked back at me confused. “Did I just say all of that out loud?”

I had been taken aback by her again. Was I really so easy to read, or was there something about her that allowed her to see me for what I was? As unsettling as it was, I was glad that I now knew how she felt. Twilight had been right to go after her first. She may have caught me otherwise. I needed to move forward with the plan. “Yes, but don’t worry about it. That’s not important. Have another sip of tea as we move on to the next question.”

Rarity slowly took a sip, and looked at me in slight confusion. “Of course, Mr. Corners.” She looked briefly concerned, and spoke up again. “Where’s Twilight? I’m not sure…” She suddenly grew demanding. “Something is not right. I want to see Twilight.”

I calmly reassured her. “No, everything is fine, Miss Rarity. Twilight is going to be along in a bit, if you aren’t feeling well it’s best you wait for her. We were just moving on to the next question. Would you say that you prefer mares or stallions as sexual partners?”

Rarity smiled and took another sip. “Oh! Stallions, definitely. Mares are fine, but I’m just not excited by them. Stallions are big and strong and dashing in such an alluring way. I tried to sleep with a mare once, but I just had no interest. It’s a shame, she was a real sweetheart and I very much wanted to like her in an intimate way. It would have been so romantic! Alas, life would be so much simpler if I was gay! Stallions are always trying to use you, either to get ahead and jump to the next ring in the social ladder or to just leave you in the morning after they get what they want.”

She got briefly angry at the thought, before calming down and continuing. “But there’s nothing like a big strong stallion just sweeping you off your feet and letting you get lost in the magic of the moment.” Her eyes glossed over, and then she blushed. “And the feeling when he climbs on top of you, nibbles on your neck and just eases in for the first time… oh it’s divine!” Rarity was smiling dreamily as she focused on some imaginary stallion.

“I see. Next question. Do you find me attractive?”

She smiled, focusing on me and looking me directly in the eye. “Not at all, darling.”

I smiled back, pleased that the drugs had fully taken effect. Her mind had lost all of its walls, and was now utterly defenseless. Part of that was how completely unaware of the situation she was. Before I made my few adjustments, I wanted to cover the important questions from the questionnaire.

“Next question. What are your thoughts on the act of sex itself?”

Rarity continued to smile, happy to discuss anything at all for the moment. “Oh, I’m a romantic at heart. Sex is the culmination of romance! It’s when two hearts become one, and their stories intermingle. In a way, it’s a true moment of joy and celebration of love and life itself. Sex is the creation of life and love through the culmination and expression of love! It’s beautiful and poetic, and every mare deserves to experience it in her life. Which, by the way, is why I’m allowing you to date Twilight. Even though you’re going to break her heart eventually.”

I let her speak. She had more to say, and I was curious.

She sighed, sadly. “Inevitably, relationships end up in a tragic way. Star crossed lovers, an old flame briefly rekindled, or maybe a close friend that got too close during a camping trip. Love, and therefore sex, is tragic. But that makes it beautiful in a way. Romance has a fleeting nature, and sex exemplifies it perfectly. The slow and steady buildup, or perhaps a rough and quick romp, but it inevitably leads to a climax. A moment of pure bliss for one or more of the ponies involved. And then…” Rarity sighed again, looking wistful.

She was quiet when she spoke. “It’s over. It’s done and you’re dirty and feel disgusted with yourself. And you wonder why you ever though this was a good idea to begin with as you move to the shower, hoping to wash the grime off you one more time. It’s a futile struggle against the fleeting nature of joy itself. And even that less savory side is part of its beauty. Even that is…” Rarity sniffled. “Well, that is romance, darling.”

It was certainly not the answer I’d expected, but I suppose that’s what I got for asking such an open question. Intrigued, I kept pushing, my curiosity veering myself off the course of my questionnaire. “Interesting. And how do you feel about casual sex? Sex with no emotion involved?”

Rarity looked cross at the question. “What’s the point, darling? If there’s no love, no passion, why bother with all that mess and dirt? It’s a waste of time and dignity.”

“And public sex?” Now I was just digging to see what she said. Her answer had intrigued me, and I wanted to know why she thought what she did. I didn’t really understand her perspective, as passionate as she was. Sex is about control, plain and simple. When you own someone, you can use them. You can degrade them and make the do what you want. Them bringing you pleasure is what sex is, and pleasure comes from obedience. I knew society didn’t quite agree with me, but I understood it intrinsically. It wasn’t something to be argued, only explained and shared. Willingness, romance, fate, love, all of it was inconsequential to power. Power rules everything in this world, either immediately or implicitly. And power is what sex truly is.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Sex is a private matter between two hearts. Bringing another pony in dilutes it, makes it obscene and uncouth. Obscenity is when you lose sight of the romance and the passion, focusing on whatever selfish reasons drive you instead. When you have sex for a spectacle, the passion is lost in the noise. Maybe it’s for money, or pleasure, or maybe it’s just for something to do. Without romance, sex becomes simply obscene and arguably irresponsible. Ponies lost in obscenity are… poor lost souls at best. Cruel charlatans at worst.”

No doubt that’s what she meant earlier when she called me a charlatan. I suppose I was, or rather am, but having the insight to her thinking was valuable. I’d gathered enough to start building the basics of what I needed into her mind, and could work on taking out the rest of her ridiculousness later.

For Rarity, I’d learned that everything was about romance, and that was the key to her soul. In addition to her tail.

“How do you feel about Twilight?”

Rarity smiled. “She’s simply the best! She’s kind, thoughtful, smart, and a princess no less! She’d do anything to help her friends out, even if she is a little bit of a lovable dork. I want her to be happy so much! She deserves to be happy, you know. She’s always so nervous and worried. Where is she? I needed to see her for some reason.” Rarity trailed off and looked around in mild confusion as she sipped her tea.

“Don’t worry about that. How much are you willing to sacrifice to ensure she’s happy?”

Rarity paused for a moment, forgetting her concern to answer my question. “Oh, anything. Not Sweetie, of course, but anything else. I’d really rather prefer not losing my business as well, but if I thought it would truly make Twilight happy, I’d just give it all away.” She smiled absently as her eyes blinked. Rarity was suddenly content to simply sit and stare if I didn’t ask her a question, so I waited for a minute, watching her closely for any other signs of the drugs progress.

Just to be sure, I decided to play it safe. “Drink the rest of your tea, Rarity.”

Without saying a word, she raised the cup to her lips, and began to swallow in large unladylike gulps. I watched as she drained the cup, leaving an uncharacteristic mess on her upper lip when she was done. Frowning, I reached forward and wiped her lips clean. She didn’t respond, staying perfectly still as I wiped her lip clean. She’d drank enough to keep a normal mare under the spell for a few hours at least. More than enough time for me to get to work. I put the unfinished questionnaire down, just one example of my over preparedness, as I took out an old pocket watch.

It was an unnecessary tool at this point, but the familiarity of it made me feel more calm. I’d been practicing with it, as a focus was usually necessary to get a pony into a receptive state. Rarity was already well into a receptive state because of the potion, but I needed her to focus on me. Right then, she was dangerously unfocused. If some other pony had happened by and started giving her commands, she’d follow them exactly. Worse, if they asked questions, she’d answer swiftly and to the best of her abilities.

“Listen to the ticking noise this watch makes. Focus on it. Breath in with each tick and out with each tock.” I took a breath, and started the process.

“Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock… Listen to the clock…” This was the hardest part of traditional hypnotism. You needed to keep your voice steady and confident, getting them to hone in on the constant ready rhythm of the focus, in this case a ticking watch. You could use anything, but I preferred a watch for its other uses. Watches were timely, after all. I could use it to keep track of the timing as I moved through the process. That had been another mistake I’d made with Twilight. I kept up the rhythm for a a good ten minutes, watching her breathing closely to make sure she was matching the watch.

Eventually, I stopped talking, and she kept up her breathing with the watch on her own. It was time to start building my doll. “Rarity, can you hear me?”

She answered softly. “Yes, Mr. Cleaned.”

Hypnotism works best with a few rules, so my statements were very carefully crafted, unlike the clumsy commands I’d given Twilight and Spike. “Good. Listen closely. You are in a state of mind that we’ll call preponderant perception. When you hear me say those words, preponderant perception, you’ll enter this state of mind. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Listen closely. What are the words that will put you in this state if I say them?”

She answered slowly, but clearly. “Preponderant perception.”

Repetition was important in this state, both for her and for me. “Good. Listen closely. Remember, I have to say the words preponderant perception, and then you will enter this state of mind. What are the words you have to remember?”

“I have to remember preponderant perception.”

“Good. Listen closely.” I would make sure to start her commands with that phrase. The potion made her more receptive, but I was being careful. I was treating this as if I hadn’t used the potion and was sticking to the normal rules. I’d decided that if I used both the normal rules, and the potion, that she’d have no chance of accidentally breaking free. I was being far, far more careful than I’d been with Twilight. If I kept it up, she’d start responding to her command phrase in her normal state. That was a few sessions away at least, but I was intent on keeping her training uniform. “I’m going to tell you some things, and its very important you listen closely and accept them as true, so I want you to repeat them after I tell you. Do you understand?”

“Yes. I understand.”

The first thing I told her was true at its core. Still, truths make the best foundation for a psyche’s framework. “Good. Listen closely. You are taking this job because Twilight asked you to and you want her to be happy.”

She answered evenly, no emotion in her voice or on her face. I was thrilled. “I am taking this job because Twilight asked me to and I want her to be happy.”

“Good. Listen closely. Twilight is pursuing a romance with Cleaned Corners. You want her to succeed, and to have a happy relationship with him.” Less true, but from her perspective it was already fact.

Rarity answered. “Twilight is pursuing a romance with Cleaned Corners. I want her to succeed, and to have a happy relationship with him.”

Here was the first leap of faith. “Good. Listen closely. An important part of their romance is you.”

She didn’t even pause. “I am an important part of their romance.”

“Good. Listen closely. It’s vital to their romance that you do everything you can to obey Cleaned Corners. This will make Twilight happy.” The core of the session was here. If I could get her to accept this, she’d be mine eventually. And repetition is the first step to acceptance.

She paused for a second, but repeated it nonetheless. “It’s vital to their romance that I do everything I can to obey Cleaned Corners. This will make Twilight happy.”

“Good. Listen closely. Tell me what is vital to Twilight’s romance?”

There was less pause. It was sinking in. “That I do everything I can to obey Cleaned Corners.”

“Good. Listen closely. If you are told to do something sexual while in the castle, it’s in pursuit of Twilight’s romance.” Now I was working towards a verification that she’d accepted the truths I’d given her. I was going to ask her to make deductions that were reliant on the new facts in her life, so I needed to make sure they lined up..

Rarity’s voice was calm as she spoke, unknowingly betraying herself to me. “If I am told to do something sexual while in the castle, it’s in pursuit of Twilight’s romance.”

“Good. Listen closely. If Cleaned Corners wants to sexually touch your body while you’re in the castle, will you let him?” I needed to make sure she understood. So I kept asking.

“Yes.” I had to keep my excitement out of my voice. I had her, all I needed now was more repetition. I’d make her repeat this line of thought until it was ingrained into her very nature.

“Good. Listen closely. Will you do exactly as Cleaned Corners says once you leave the state of preponderant perception?”

“I will do exactly as Cleaned Corners says.”

“Good. Listen closely. What happens when Cleaned Corners says ‘preponderant perception?’”

“I will enter this state of preponderant perception.”

“Good. Listen closely...” I kept on with her for an hour, repeating the same instructions over and over until I was sure she’d memorized them to her very soul. The crux of what I’d done was to tie her obedience to me and Twilight’s romance together, stressing the importance that she had on Twilight’s romance, and therefore Twilight’s happiness. This link of thoughts made sexual activities an acceptable course of action for her if I demanded them, even though she herself was not impassioned or interested in them.

It was ingenious as I didn’t have to re-write any of her base morals, that would come later. The closest I did during that session was to ease up her distaste for group or public sex. Still, even if she didn’t like it, she’d obey for now. I’d been over-prepared as it was one of five plans I’d had ready for Rarity based on how she answered the earlier questions. I dare say it worked quite well, all things considered.

Once I was confident in her obedience, I put a few other rules into her mind for good housekeeping. She was not to speak of things that happened while she was working to non castle staff, or residents. As soon as she was able, she’d design and fit another risqué maid outfit for herself, bringing it to the castle to use during playtime. She’d help with other castle duties if she was available and had time. She’d follow my schedules exactly. She wouldn’t think about what she’d done at the castle once she went home, unless she had some work to accomplish there. When guests were present, she’d act normal.

To top it off, I replaced her memory of our interview with something a little more fitting, and then made sure she only remembered what was discussed in preponderant perception while she was in the state. She’d still obey the rules, but she couldn’t remember anything else. They would seem like her own thoughts, or obvious facts of life.

It turns out that Rarity had graciously accepted my offer to serve on the castle staff, and was hoping to impress me in order to make Twilight happy. She was willing to go the extra mile to make me happy in everything she did, all for Twilight’s sake. We’d had a pleasant lunch where I was charming, and had discussed uniform ideas for the castle staff, beyond the maid outfits. After, I’d shown her the castle and introduced her to some of her new duties. Of course, I’d do that for real later, but for now it left a distracting memory instead of an hour and a half long empty spot in her day.

I built a robust set of rules to govern her behavior, all without modifying her underlying traits. It was quite an impressive feat for my first studied try at a planned and crafted hypnosis framework. Twilight and Spike had been more an expirement, but Rarity was my first actual work of art. I’ll admit, there were some problems I didn’t expect that popped up later. Luckily, I’m not too proud to learn from my mistakes, and my later efforts were much more… iron clad.

Author's Note

Pffhhff... Porn Yeah. Sure. Sometime.

Actually, the next chapter is porn, and it's exactly what you expect. I had a weirdly hard time capitalizing things, so please call out any random capitol letters you see. I've been capitalizing random words to stress their importance for some reason, I think it has to do with German or something. Or maybe I'm just slowly losing my mind. Also, call out any inconsistencies, unless they are Cleaned making shitty observations. That's sort of intentional as a window into how he operates. Let me know what you think. This chapter is low on tension, so I apologize, but Imma fix that in the chapter after next. We need some porn, then some Spike time, and then a few other characters. Not necessarily in that order. But in that order. I think. Well see.

Cleaning the mirror

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.

Polishing the mirror

She had been right about the mirror. I’d put it up so Twilight could watch when I fucked her on the table. It had seen some use, but honestly it drew more attention than it needed. I decided that first thing tomorrow, I’d task her to help with redecorating the play room.

I sipped my drink, eyeing her body as she glared at me angrily.

Her attitude needed adjustment, and that would take time, but her obedience was satisfactory. Eventually she’d become more tolerant of my advances until she was as compliant as Twilight. Until then, I decided to make do with what I had; making corrections to her behavior as I went.

While I still wasn’t convinced that I’d needed her services as a head decorator immediately, I was sure I’d make somewhat regular use of her in this other capacity for the time being. After all, she was on the payroll now. There was no reason not to put her to work immediately.

I licked my lips as I watched her. She was laser focused on working, even though just moments ago she’d been choking on my cock. Rarity was appraising the room, muttering to herself about drapes and lighting as her gaze drifted from one corner to another and then back again. She was obviously still recovering from our encounter, but she was diligently on task. While I was still undecided on her, I could utilize that level of dedication to craft.

Even though Rarity was acting sour, Twilight was certainly enjoying herself. I swallowed my energy drink as I watched her intently. Twilight’s eyes were glazed over, and she kept blinking furiously as the Sybian violently vibrated. Her undulating body glistened and the table seemed to glow from magic in gentle pulses with her gyrations while her back arched obscenely. She was desperate to cum, mindlessly shivering with each fruitless thrust of her hips, and I was satisfied that her punishment was working appropriately.

I placed my empty glass on Spike’s platter, and motioned for Rarity to do the same as Twilight whimpered desperately in the background. I could smell both of them, Rarity’s thick scent heavy on my snout while Twilight filled the room with the scent of her sex. My cock was still rock hard; I’d have cum the moment I buried my face in Rarity’s cunt if it wasn’t for Twilight’s spell. The need for release had built up tremendously, but my will was stronger for the moment. I was going to play with her more before I had Twilight break the spell so I could finish.

Twilight’s willpower, though, had clearly broken. I always enjoy taking her to her limit, and watching her crawl over it into the land of failure. Seeing the confident and powerful princess degenerate into a shivering, broken mess was, and still is, one of my favorite past times. Cracks occasionally sounded in the room like tiny firecrackers from her uncontrollably sparking horn while her mouth hung open as she mindlessly drove herself onto the silicone rod with which she was impaled. Her wings hung limply at her side, shivering occasionally every time her horn sparked. She still oozed the power of a princess, that frightful and terrible presence that had scared me near to death once, but she had no mind left to use it. She was pacified, like a violent beast that had learned to heel.

I smiled, licking the sticky remnants of Rarity’s cunt off my upper lip. I’d teach that one to heel as well.

“Spike, get us six more drinks. Put a pinch of sugar to each. Ensure you wash the glasses to my specifications. I’ll punish you for allowing the drinks to get dirty when you get return.” I spared him a glance. His hands were shaking, and his cock was leaking. I noticed his cheeks were wet, and his eyes were glassy. It occurred to me that he’d been crying. His distress amused me, and I chuckled at the thought of him being that afraid of his punishment–I’d never pushed the drake to tears before.

He glanced at me with a strange hurt in his eyes, then back at the glasses. I almost didn’t hear his whispered answer. “Yes, Sire.”

I ignored him, and focused back on the mare of the hour. “Rarity, Step up on the table. I promised Twilight we’d make you cum until you passed out.”

She froze, glancing back at me with a slight scowl, then quickly back at Twilight. “And how will you do that, Sire?”

“We’re going to experiment a little. Tell me, Designer, how did it feel when I spread your cunt with my tongue?”

She glanced downward. “It hurt, Sire.”

I chuckled. She had been dry to start. “But after a while you started to enjoy it, didn’t you?”

She shivered. “Yes…”

I glared at her angrily. She forgot my honorific. I’d have to hurt her again. “Is that how you address me, Designer? And I believe I ordered you onto the table.”

Her answer was slow, and she kept her eyes on the ground as she slowly climbed up the table to stand next to Twilight. “No, Sire.”

I watched closely, noting her modesty as she climbed. I didn’t manage to sneak a peek at her glistening goods at all as she expertly maneuvered her tail in-between my eyes and her backside. “You’ll answer for that transgression later. For the moment, I’m going to ask you a simple question. Do not answer thoughtlessly.”

She nodded, risking a glance up. I could see anger boiling under her features. Earlier, I’d calmed her by putting her into a trance, but I’d since riled her up again. Hypnotism was like that. I couldn’t control her emotions for very long if I kept pushing her, but that didn’t matter. Her anger was not my problem. I only cared if she was obedient, and we both knew she would be.

If she started to get out of hand again, I’d simply put her in another trance. I knew how to keep my toys in line.

Twilight moaned in the background as the crystal table softly glowed purple, providing a poignant ambiance for Rarity and I. At the time, I thought it was just reacting to Twilight’s mindless magic overload. If I’d known what she’d actually done, I would have punished her severely. I wouldn’t have stopped her, mind you.

Only punished her.

“Now… Tell me what specifically made you cum earlier?” I hummed, knowing the answer already. I’d implanted the order into her earlier, but Rarity wasn’t allowed to realize that. She’d cum whenever I wanted her to. Back then the order was weak and took time, but eventually it would work like clockwork. For instance, I’d be demand she orgasm for exactly 40 seconds during her 1 minute break, and clean herself up in the last 20 seconds. It would eventually became an excellent de-stressor and a highly efficient use of her break time. I wouldn’t even have to tell her face to face, I’d simply put it on her schedule. Admittedly, that was much later for her.

Rarity thought for a moment before reluctantly answering. “Your… attention did, Sire.”

I smiled leaning on the edge of the table as I lowered my voice. “Then attention you will get.” I rapped a hoof on the table. “Now, raise your tail and turn around. From here on out, don’t you ever try to hide your cunt from me again.”

She widened her eyes, momentarily surprised at my suddenly threatening tone. “I… Yes… uh… Sire.” Slowly, she turned around and lifted her tail, revealing herself to me once more. This time I watched as her now ragged tail slipped to the side and her dock gracefully lifted. Strands of thick, sticky fluid that I could only assume was a mixture of my spit and her juice connected her dock to her cunt. It matted the hair in her tail into thick wet lengths that soaked through the underside.

Her legs were also wet, utterly soaked by her cunt, and splattered messily all the way down to her fetlocks where they were only slightly damp. I sniffed the air, and remembered her taste. She had been pleasant to lick, her skin was especially delicate and soft, but her taste wasn’t delicious like Twilight’s.

If I was addicted to any part of Twilight, it was her cunt. The faint taste of grapes was something I dreamed about, and I’d occasionally touch it just to feel it when we were about the palace together. She no longer acted surprised or confused when I did, instead leaning gently into me and allowing me to use her as I please, even if it was for just a few moments of touching her intoxicating flesh. I suppose it’s part of being a princess, her magic enhances everything about her.

Rarity coughed, and her anus flexed. “Sire, as much as I loathe continuing, your eerily silent gaze is deeply unsettling.”

That was right. She had commented earlier that I stare just a little too long at ponies sometimes, hadn’t she? I’d have to be more careful about that, so that others don’t notice. “This is my attention. Twilight doesn’t complain. You should enjoy it.”

Even before I trained Twilight, when we had a more traditional relationship, she’d never minded my staring. She’d never once complained or commented on it. I wondered if she had been acting polite, or merely hadn’t noticed due to her poor social skills.

Rarity shuffled nervously on her hooves. Her tail twitched and I watched as she slowly grew more aroused again. Before, I’d made my desire for her to cum clear by shoving my face in her cunt. This time, I was indirectly telling her what I wanted. In a way, I was testing the limits of my control and the commands I’d given her. Would the implication that I wanted her to cum, without direct action or a direct order, be enough? I knew she wasn’t an exhibitionist. Without my commands, my unnerving gaze would be drying her up.

Instead she was slowly growing wetter, her already pink and puffy lower lips slightly swelling and flexing. I watched her, my attention quietly focused on her swelling pussy as she nervously shifted her weight from one side to the other. I heard her softly whine in protest, but ignored it. Seconds passed in silence, then minutes, then a few more minutes. Her shifting weight became rythmic, and soon she was flexing herself in time with her shifting. Her tail swayed, careful to not obstruct my vision as her dock began to twitch.

Twilight shuddered again, and the table grew even brighter. Spike coughed. He’d come back at some point.

Rarity squeaked, panic rising in her voice as she strained her neck to look back at me. Her eyes were wide, and confused. “What the ...?” She blinked, gasping as her vaginal muscles visibly clenched,”Ooh. Oh my…” To my delight, she opened her eyes and took a few heavy breaths, “What’s going on?”

I took a deep breath as well, inhaling the scent of sex that permeated the room from both mares. “It looks like you’re about to cum.”

Her clit started to twitch, and her tail stretched frantically, but she kept doing her slight rhythmic bouncing. Her voice was frantic and confused. “No... Why?”

I didn’t answer, I just watched while ignoring my painfully throbbing dick as it begged for attention.

Rarity began to struggle, her body wiggling as she fought against restraints that weren’t there. “No… I will not! This is not!” She grunted” Ooh! Oh… Oh please… Oh no…” She glanced over her shoulder, frantically looking at me, then at Spike. Her eyes widened in alarm when she saw him and she shouted much more emphatically. “No! I wont!”

To my surprise, she almost lowered her tail. After brief moment of straining and grunting, it sprung immediately back up like a young willow in spring.

Sobs wracked her as she began to thrust her hips in time with her gentle shifting motion, her response now a panicked scream as she fought for breath. “Please… Don’t watch!…” She grunted, shivering and drawing out the noise as she fought against herself, “Ugh…!” her pussy flexed and glistened. “No! Don’t watch me!”

She stared forward, lifting her head to look straight up. I glanced from her quivering pussy to the tacky mirror and saw her eyes opened in a wide and terrified panic as she stared a thousand lengths into the ceiling. Even though her eyes were open, I doubt she saw anything as she came.

Rarity’s scream reached a crescendo and she froze with her back arched and her eyes glued on the ceiling. Her tail strained as high as it could, and her back hooves grew damp as a her ejaculate ran down her legs to pool around them. “Don’t… Wahaaaa!”

My member throbbed as her pussy clenched over and over again, with nothing to squeeze on.

I shook from pure glee. Her body was beautiful, and now it was mine. All those wet squelches, all that soft, quivering flesh, the finely groomed fur, the perfect mane, the wet and clenching anus, all of it was mine. If it wasn’t for Twilight’s spell, I would have came right there with her.

Rarity lowered her head and took a deep breath, her pussy still quivering. She couldn’t form a sentence, but she tried anyways, a question started and then abandoned just as quickly. “Why…”

Twilight moaned again, long and loud while the table glowed almost violently purple, but I didn’t look. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought she’d came as well.

I licked my dry lips, my voice shaking from excitement. “Did you like that?”

Rarity sucked in a breath, before looking over her shoulder to answer me. Her face was flushed a deep red, with hot tears streaking down her cheeks. “No… No I did not. That was awful.”

I shivered. She was my plaything, and it was time to play. “That’s… unfortunate. Because tonight you are going to do that again, and again.”

She swallowed and blinked fresh tears down her face, seemingly not hearing me. “Pardon me?”

I frowned. “You need to be punished, remember? And you haven’t been calling me ‘Sire’ when you speak. That was incompetence, and now you will suffer for it. You are going to stand on that stage and masturbate for me. You are going to use your your hooves, your magic, some of our toys, and maybe even Twilight to make yourself cum. You are going to do this until it hurts, and then you are going to do it some more.”

Her eyes narrowed in a confused fury. “What the buck is wrong with you?”

I ignored her. “You didn’t say Sire again. You will keep doing this until I am satisfied you’ve been punished enough, or until you pass out. Once I’m satisfied with your performance, I am going to put you in Twilight’s maid outfit and fuck you to my content. And you know what?”

She stared at me in silent disgust.

“You’re going to be happy when I fuck you. You are going to be ecstatic when I finally fill your cunt with my cum, because it will mean that it’s over for the night.”

Rarity’s eyes peeled back in horror, or perhaps disgust.

“That’s your punishment. Do make sure you shout out ‘Sire’ when you cum. We need to correct your incompetence, after all.” While I was going to enjoy her punishment, it was superficially meaningless if she didn’t learn anything.

Utter confusion was all she had for a few moments, before she finally repeated herself. “What the buck is wrong with you?”

I shrugged. “You didn’t say ‘Sire’. It’s ‘What the buck is wrong with you, Sire’. Now get to it. Start with your hooves. I want to see how a proper lady handles herself.”

She pursed her lips tight in an apparent desire to stay quiet as she leaned forward, jutting her ass up in the air while she reached under her body. Her chest rested on the table while her hooves reached between her back legs and began to stroke at her still dripping cunt. She turned her head away from me, focusing deliberately and silently on the wall. I didn’t care, I wasn’t interested in her eyes or voice.

The table glowed, and Twilight moaned again.

“Spike, it’s your turn to be punished.”

He answered swiftly, if quietly. “Yes, Sire.”

I hadn’t punished Spike in a while, he’d been relatively competent lately. Certainly not as disobedient as Twilight, and he didn’t need to be completely trained from scratch like Rarity. However, he had made a mistake, and mistakes must be corrected. I wasn’t going to let him off lightly.

“Spike, my cock is going to be sore. I’ll need to properly relax while I watch.”

He looked confused. “Sire, you didn’t like my mouth or claws last time we tried them.”

I smiled. He had an impeccable memory. His teeth had made me nervous, and his claws were simply too rough. “Correct. Now, put the drinks down, then bring the comfortable chair and some lube over here.”

He quickly complied. I usually ignored Spike. The drake was always my most obedient doll, and rarely needed my attention. I’d just assumed he had been trained while serving Twilight, and now he served me. Some creatures, even dragons, are just born servile.

I watched Rarity playing with herself while I waited for Spike. Her technique was entrancing. I couldn’t help but compare her to Twilight, and noted how much softer and more delicately she spread her folds. Twilight always attacked her cunt with near on violence, and sometimes actual violence, but Rarity was moving gracefully and hardly touching herself at all. Even so, she was practically leaking like a faucet. Clearly, her method worked. I decided to have Rarity and Twilight try each others techniques, at some point. I was sure Twilight would be curious as well, at least when she could think again.

Spike brought the chair and quickly placed it. I eased backwards into it, relaxing like a king in his throne. My cock was stiffly sticking upwards, but I’d deal with it later. As I watched Rarity’s graceful movements on the now glowing table, I sighed in contentment.

She was a rude bitch, but she’d grow more polite in time. Certainly she was a worthy acquisition. I mused over how often I’d alternate between her and Twilight, before realizing that Spike was quietly waiting his punishment. Without averting my eyes from Rarity’s wonderful display, I gave the dragon prince his orders.

“Spike, you will be my foot rest. Get on all fours, and face away from me.”

He was quick to comply, crawling like a beast before me.

“Good. Now, We’ll spend the night watching your princess and your friend as they writhe for me.”

Spike muttered, “Yes, Sire.”

I lifted my hooves, putting one on his back, and covering the other in lube. He didn’t flinch, or even look back when I slipped the lubed hoof under his tail. Spike was always so obedient.

The night was long, and that was probably the night I took his virginity, but honestly I can’t remember.

Author's Note

I figured I should post something. Have a half edited and half complete chapter! Probably just gonna move past this chapter. Might come back to it later.