“I can’t believe this!” I said. “You went ahead and defecated yourself on the platform. Wasn’t peeing on it enough?”

“You made me do it with your intrusive experiments!” Trixie lied in my face.

“The audacity!” I yelled. ”That’s it! You clean it up this instant!”

“Can you give me your cloth, Twilight?” Trixie dared to question.

“You want my cloth? Haven’t you learned yet that you shouldn’t take what others have just because you want it? Get your own cloth or use your tongue.”

Besides, it’s not a cloth, it’s a cape. Do you know how I recognize it as such? It’s because I’m wearing it. Ponies don’t wear cloths. We don’t wear anything, but when we do we wear clothes; ergo, this is not a cloth. It would be a shame to use a cape for cleaning up your mess. I’ll just keep wearing it and you can use your own cloth to wipe up the muddle.

“Please,” she whined. “You’re wearing a cloth.”

“I’m wearing a cape, and I’m not getting it dirty. Use your own.”

“How can I? I don’t have any cloth on me.”

“Tough luck.”

She looked at me. Her ears picking.

“Well?”

“If I had a cloth, I could clean it up really fast.”

“Do you have a cloth, Trixie?”

“Twilight!”

“Yes, Trixie, what is it?”

“Please!”

“What? What do you want?”

“Please don’t force me into this.”

I indicated quotations with my forehooves. “Don’t make me take responsibility for my own messes.” I put down both forehooves and leaned on them. ”Is that what you’re saying?”

“You have a cloth on your back. Please let me use it. I really want to clean up my own mess. Please let me do it. I can buy the cloth from you if you don’t want to give it to me for free. Twilight, please?”

“Hm, maybe for one forgiveness point, but you don’t have any, so no. You can’t. Perhaps you could whore yourself out for it like you did for the broken necklace.”

“You broke it!”

“I’ll break you too.” I smiled. “Regardless, I couldn’t lend one to you because I don’t have any. All I have on me is this fabulous cape.” I posed before her. “Aren’t I the greatest because I have a cape? I’m so marvelous that I shouldn’t be bothered by trivial things like your petty requests. Just use your own cloth.”

She didn’t say anything. Her eyes just hung on me, a tear slid down from a corner.

“Unless you don’t have a cloth. In that case—”

“Twilight, please! I beg you, don’t do this to me.”

“Do what?”

“You want me to… ” She pointed a hoof at the mess.

“I want you to clean up the mess you made. I’m trying to teach you responsibility here, Trixie. I’m being very generous toward you right now. I’m not even punishing you because you made a mess, although, I really should penalize you for your transgression. All I want you to do is undo the wrong that you did.”

“Twilight, can we please stop with all this pretending.”

“Who’s pretending? You’re the pretentious one here. Acting like others should clean up your messes.”

“I fucked up, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I admit it. I really fucked up, and I’m really sorry. Now, can you please forgive me? I really don’t want to do this. Twilight, I beg you.”

“It’s okay Trixie. I’m a very forgiving pony. If I wasn’t, I’d hold the mess you made against you. But we don’t need to roughly explore that instance if you make the effort to clean it up. You’re free to do that your own way, as long as you actually do it. It would be irresponsible to just leave it be, so I’m not letting you run away from this problem you caused. I suggest you get to it before I lose my patience.

”You can clean it up however you want, just don’t get my stuff dirty in the process and don’t even think about using your horn. Those are the only conditions I’m giving you. It’s not like I’m limiting you in any way. You can achieve your goal by all means that are available to you.”

She looked at the fabric on my back. “But you didn’t give me—” She abruptly stopped talking when my floating scepter leaned itself on her back.

“You know what, Trixie. Maybe you’re right. I’m not all-knowing, so it could very well be possible that my suggestion sucked and yours was a much better one. Let’s examine the results, shall we?”

Her body tensed up when I stepped closer. “You don’t have to be scared of me, Trixie. I’ll save you for another day. I just want to see your point of view here. You expressed regret and you also asked for forgiveness. Let's see if that yielded any results.”

I looked at the feces soaking in her pee on my machine. “It’s a good thing I wrapped the inner structure in an outer chassis. If you were to do this when my puppy was still exposed in the prototype phase, it might have short-circuited the wiring. The resulting current could have killed you or even caused damage to the main processor.”

The hesitator kept switching between looking at the mess and me. She stepped on the spot with all fours, balancing left and right.

My eyes continued to observe the mess.

Her face turned to a grimace as a tear slid down her cheek from the corner of her eye.

“Hmm, it’s weird. From this angle, it looks as though your method was ineffective. But maybe that’s just a trick of the light. After all, we can’t really see anything. We can only detect the light particles that are emitted or reflected from the object in question. What do you think, Trixie? Is this mess just an illusion? A mirage, perhaps?”

She sobbed. “Please…”

“I thought you were a master of illusions. I guess you’re not and I just placed too much value in you. But it’s okay. I’ll keep looking from this angle, and you try looking at it from a closer range. Maybe we can break this illusion that way.”

Her mouth opened wide amidst hyperventilation. She let out a cute squeak.

“Here, let me help you out.” I levitated the scepter in front of her then launched it with all the force against both forehooves. They retracted, and she fell down on her face. “Ouch!”

She bent both hind legs and crouched down with her whole body. Her forelegs pressed on her muzzle.

“You’re such a pussy Trixie, it’s not even bleeding.”

I stepped over her. Towering directly above her I yelled to her. “How do things look from down there?”

“Please, Twilight, don’t make me do this. I’ll do other things you want me to do, just please, not this.”

“That’s not what I asked you!” I yelled louder over her ear. “Maybe you need to get even closer.”

As I lay on the tense sack of meat, my tummy pressed on her latex covered back. I placed both forehooves on the blue head and pushed it down. “Do you see it?”

Her neck muscles tightened. She managed to keep her head above the pond. “Yes, I see it. You were right and I was wrong. That’s what you want to hear, right? Now please, stop it.”

“You can’t just make assertions. That’s not how science works. It doesn’t matter if we both think that your mess is still here. We have to test it if we want to confirm your hypothesis. Firstly, we need more data. Describe what you see.”

“I see my mess. Please stop.”

“Not precise enough. I can’t create a vivid picture in my mind based on that description alone. Give me more. Make me visualize it. Describe it in detail.”

“You can see it yourself, Twilight!”

I lifted the scepter in the air with my telekinesis. It struck her flank right after, producing a wave of vibration throughout her body.

“Aaaa! It’s yellow.”

“Is that it? That’s all you have for me? It’s yellow?”

“How does it smell?”

“How does it feel? What is its structural form?”

“Study it in detail, so that we can devise a proper mechanic for disposing of it.”

“Twilight...”

I stepped forth. “Oh, how clumsy of me.” I shook my wet forehoof before her head. “It seems I got some of your shit on my hooves. Now they’re dirty. I don’t like it when my hooves are dirty. Oh, however can this ordeal be fixed? Any ideas?”

“It’s not my fault!”

I hit her behind the ears, making her fall over on her turd. “Your mess did this to me, and you’re responsible for making the mess in the first place.”

“Fuck!” She clambered up from the splattered mess.

“Oh, look what you just did. Now you won’t be able to pick it up. You’ll have to use some different method.”

“You’re dead wrong if you think I’ll lick it.”

“I’m never wrong!” I pressed her head against it and shuffled her muzzle around. “Do you feel the unique flavor on your tongue? What does your mess taste like, Trixie?”

“Horrible!”

I stepped on the sides of her mess and looked down on her. “I can dilute it for you.”

“What do you mean?”

I crouched down and peed before her face.

She opened her mouth, but quickly closed it when an increase in my current splattered the droplets around. “No!” She leaned back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I grabbed her head with both forehooves and pulled her even closer.

“You’re spraying it on me!” She closed her eyes.

“It’s okay, I’m done.” I squeezed my bladder muscles to get the last few drops out. Even after I twerked left, right and all around, the last droplet still refused to depart from my clit. It felt unhygienic. I looked around, but there was nothing to wipe it off with. I looked down on Trixie who was still holding her eyes shut. Good enough. I leaned forward and wiped my moist pussy on her face.

“Whaa!” She jerked back. “What the fuck! What the fuck did you just do to me.”

“I didn’t have anything to wipe...”

“You fucking bastard!” She hoofed at her face. “Fuck!”

“Trixie, I don’t appreciate how you’re...”

“You brushed your junk in my face, you fuck!”

I lit up my horn. “I’m going to start beating on you now, Trixie.”

“Why? What did I do? You’re the jerk here. Beat on yourself.”

“I don’t like how you’re talking to me.” The scepter levitated closer.

“Wait...” Her shoulders slumped as she glanced at it. She sighed through her clenched teeth. “You don’t need that...”

“But you were mean to me,” I whined.

She turned her head to the side and whispered through her teeth, “Fuck!”

“Hmm?” I positioned the scepter for a swing.

She noticed it and crouched down, shaking. “I’m sorry. Please. I’m sorry. You don’t have to beat on me. I’ll be good.”

“I don’t know if I can trust you, Trixie.”

“You can trust me, please. Put down the stick.”

“It’s a scepter.”

“The scepter. Please put it down. I won’t be mean anymore.”

“I don’t know... Your mess is still here and it’s even bigger than before now. You were supposed to clean it up and you didn’t. How am I supposed to trust you after that?”

“I’ll clean it up, okay. Just calm down.”

“If you were already cleaning it, I might believe you, but you haven’t even started.” I slowly swung the scepter in an arc toward her, making sure that my aim was right.

“Here.” She slid a forehoof at the edge of the mess. “I’m cleaning it, see?”

“You’re smearing it. That’s only making it worse.”

“Not this again...”

My hoof slid through her mane to give the hesitator some encouragement. “Use your tongue, Trixie.”

“Fuck!” she whispered.

“Shh!” I whispered in response and pressed on the back of her head, pulling her closer to the mess.

She looked up at me with her big eyes.

I nuzzled my horn against hers and spoke softly. “It’ll be alright.” I slid a hoof under her neck and pushed up evermore.

The innate reflex made her stick out her tongue. She narrowed her eyelids as she gazed at me.

“I’ll help you out with it.” I hooked on the back of her horn with the other hoof.

She flinched as the scepter floated closer. Her body tensed up while her tongue touched the moist excretions before her.

I whispered in her ear. “We won’t be needing the scepter, will we, pet?” Leaning forth a bit, I tried to encourage the waverer by pressing more weight on her head with my neck.

She trembled as her tongue connected with the liquid again.

My hoof softly brushed through her mane. “Good pony. You’re doing well.”

The pet glanced up at me and bit on her lower lip.

I nodded at her again. “Go on.”

Her body twitched. While my hoof softly caressed the grayish mane, her face grimaced in response to the touches.

“You know you need to,” I said.

“But I don’t want to.” A tear slid down her cheek.

“I know.” I pushed on the back of her head again. “I know.”

All the sobbing made things difficult, but I was sure the task could still get accomplished with enough persuasion. I floated a strapon from the table.

Trixie noticed it, “Whaa… what are you doing?”

“Oh, er, nothing. I’m just bored. Never mind me. You do your job, and I’ll just play around a bit until you finish.”

“With yourself?” she asked.

I put on the strap-on, while leaning on her back for balance. “With you. But don’t worry, I won’t impede on your task. Quite the contrary; I’ll motivate and cheer you on all the way.”

“I’m not okay with that. Like, at all. Just let me clean up this mess on my own and go read a book or something.”

I placed my other foreleg on her back and stood behind her, wiggling her tail to the side with my strap on dildo. “My dungeon, my rules.”

Her body shook. “Wait, wait! Just stop. Look! I’m doing it” She picked up a small chunk from the floor with her mouth. A moment later, she vomited back on the chunk.

“All I see is you making the mess bigger. You’re clearly not motivated enough. But that’s okay. I’ve got you covered.” I pushed with my hips and shoved my dildo right in her pussy.

“Auch!” she cried out. “Stop! That dildo is way too thick and long for my pussy.”

“What are you talking about? It’s the smallest one I have. And besides, I only shoved it in your pussy to moisten it.” Pulling back, I took it out completely and positioned it under her dock.

“Wait, what are you... ” She reached back with a forehoof.

I opted to show instead of tell. With all my weight behind it, I shoved the dildo all the way into her tight ass.

“Aaa!” Her body shook profoundly. She put down her foreleg to catch her balance.

“You worry about what’s in front of you, and I’ll work in the backend.” I leaned back and shoved in again.

“Aaa!”

“The platform still isn’t clean!” I gave her another shove.

“Aaa!”

“Less talking, more cleaning!”

...

Her head was slumped, mouth agape. Weird sounds were coming out. But I didn’t mind any of that. What mattered was that the platform of my puppy was clean. “You’re a good pony, Trixie.” There was just a small matter of the new source of brown matter. I walked in front of her. “You missed a spot...”

Her eyes moved up, but they stopped before our gazes could connect.

I could see she was mentally tired. Even though it was her mess, I opted to do help out. I stood on my hind legs, put my hooves on her head and shoved the shit covered dildo in her mouth.

“Ghh!”

“No, no!” I smacked her around the face with a hoof. “Keep it all in. You don’t want to make another pile to clean. You need to stay good!”

I pulled out the dildo and shut her mouth close with a hoof. Looking directly in her eyes I ordered her, “Swallow! Be a good pony and don’t spread your mess anymore.”

She did as ordered. When I let her head go, she swayed left and right. Her body shook.

There was a smear on my hoof. “Oh, look. You missed a spot. You want my help in cleaning it up?”

She shook her head and bowed to the platform. Her eyes closed tightly as her tongue licked my hoof clean..

She didn’t even bother to lift her head from the floor.

“And that concludes our lesson about recycling.”

Her whole body crumpled down. Her mouth slid on the floor as she talked. “I’m not okay, Twilight.”

“I know you’re not.”

“No, what I mean is, I’m not okay with what just happened. I’ll never be okay with it.”

“I understand.”

“Something is building up inside.” She looked up at me. “I’m changing.”

“Change is good.”

“I don’t think it’s for the better.”

“Let me be the judge of that. Don’t worry about a thing, Trixie. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

“That’s what scares me,” she whispered.

I smiled at that.

She stood silent, gazing down at the floor. Her teeth were clenched.

“How do you feel, Trixie?”

“I hate you!”

“I can relate to that. I nourish the exact same feelings toward you.”

“Fuck you!”

“You think I’m unreasonable, don’t you? Well, that just means I’ll have to imprint my reasoning on you with more vigor.”

“What are you even talking about?”

“I promised you some scars, but we won’t go into that today. We’ll just stick to this trusty scepter.”

“Er...”

“Do you still think I’m unreasonable, Trixie?”

She stood quiet.

“Do you?” I levitated my scepter in front of her.

“No.” She turned her head away.

“What makes you say that, Trixie?”

“I don’t know.”

I shoved my scepter under her neck. “Well, why don’t you think of something then.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I want you to give me a reason why I shouldn’t beat the crap out of you. You can’t expect me to give out all the answers. That would be cheating. You have to exhibit some effort yourself. Go on, I promise I won’t judge you too harshly if you answer it incorrectly.” I levitated a scepter above her.

She looked up at the looming specter and swallowed. “You’re trying to teach me.”

“And why do you think that’s reasonable of me?”

“You don’t like me and want me changed. In your eyes, I’m wrong, somehow. You believe it’s your place to fix me.”

“That was beautiful.” I lay down the scepter. “I’d pet you for your good answer right now if you weren’t so full of shit. When I break you down, I’ll rebuild you anew. I’ll fix you up good.”

She sighed. “You can’t break what’s already broken...”

I grinned. “Watch me!”

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