Serving Meanlight [Complete]

Prompt:
>swn offer you a promotion from servant to assistant for helping her
>ywn turn it down
>ywn tell her you like being her servant
>swn tell you you're her best servant and make you thank her for giving you the opportunity to serve her

>You meander through the forest, once more coming upon the small camp of nega-ponies that you've slowly become more fond of.
>Sure, they have their quirks and they can get on your nerves, but they're not outright bad people.
>Especially not their leader.
>Well, actually, you suppose she is a bad person.
>Wanting to take over the world is generally pretty bad.
>She makes the whole "evil dictator" thing work though.
>For some reason, every time you talk to her, she just manages to cement her place inside your mind even more.
>You know it's not right to help her, but when she looks at you and you can feel your heart skip a beat, it's hard to tell yourself to stop.
>When you get to camp, you're greeted by none other than the pony in question. Meanlight Darkle.
"Hello, Twilight."
>"Anonymous. Come, this way," she says blandly, motioning for you to follow her into her tent.
>You do so quickly and, once inside, are made to sit down.
>"Listen here, Anon. There's something I need you to do for me. This will do wonders to help my plan. Do you understand?"
>She carries on with telling you everything you need to do.
>The whole time, you're nodding along and taking mental notes.
>When she's done explaining her nefarious plot, she smirks and pokes you in the chest.
>"Do a good job, and I may even promote you to assistant. That certainly has a better ring than servant, doesn't it?"
>Promotion?
>You never even thought of that.
>This whole time, you'd been happy just listening to her.
>It was your duty as her "servant", as she so dubbed you.
>It was a pretty great deal too, you thought.
>Always a good excuse to come and see her.
>You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy that look in her eyes too, whenever she told you to do something and knew it would get done due to your station beneath her.
>Looking for a promotion never even crossed your mind.
>"Well?"

"I don't need a promotion," you finally reply to her.
>Twilight raises an eyebrow and pulls away from you.
>"Excuse me? I so graciously offer you a spot by--"
"I'm happy with where I am. I like being your servant."
>Confusion paints itself on her face.
>"You what?"
>Your face heats up in a blush as the gravity of your statement sets in.
>You just said that out loud.
"I like being your servant."
>God, you feel like a naughty kid saying that.
>Twilight's face returns to neutral, and she examines you for what feels like an eternity.
>Is she creeped out?
>You'd be creeped out if somebody said that to you.
>You're not trying to take over the world though.
>She is, and she's looking at you in the same way you suspect she looks at maps when panning her future invasions.
>Scrutinizing.
>"Say it again."
>Well, that's an order if you ever heard one.
"I like being your servant," you reaffirm, feeling somewhat more at ease with it.
>It's small at first, but soon a tiny smirk on her face grows into a deep, smug grin.
>"Really, now? Well, if you enjoy it so much, then why don't you thank me for giving you the opportunity?"
>That's a markedly better reaction than what you thought she was going to do.
>In fact, it may just be the best reaction you could have gotten.
>You're elated to say the least.
>Wow, what a burden off your chest.
"Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be your servant."
>Twilight shakes her head, giving a little tsk tsk in addition.
>"Not with words, servant. With action."
>She lifts her hoof off the ground, hovering it a few inches away from you.
>"Show me how thankful you are. Kiss my hoof."

>Instead of doing as she said, you stare at her.
>Your mind is trying to wrap itself around her most recent order.
>Kiss her hoof?
>Like actually kiss it?
>Hooves are like hands, but also feet.
>So would you be kissing her hand in this case, or her foot?
>There are very different implications to both.
>"Well?"
>She snaps you out of your thoughts.
>There it is right in front of you, and you've been told to kiss it.
>Orders are orders, Anon.
>You reach out, brushing your fingers against her hoof before she snatches it away from you.
>The look on her face tells you all you need to know.
>Placing your hands firmly on the ground, you lean forward, bringing your face down to her hoof, and press your lips against the hard surface.
>It feels exactly how you thought it would, and yet vastly different at the same time.
>You hold yourself there for a second before pulling away and sitting back up.
>Twilight gazes at you like a cat who just caught the best mouse she'd ever seen.
>"Good boy," she starts. "Now tell me, my servant, when was it that you realized your place beneath me?"
>It had always been that way, as far as you'd known.
>When you first arrived and began helping them, she just decided one day that you were her servant.
>That's when it really began to set in, and that's what you explain to her.
>She chuckles to herself and nods evenly.
>"I knew you had potential. Who would have thought it would be like this?"
>Her adorable giggling turns into a wild laugh, and she points at you with a dismissive hoof.
>"My first truly loyal servant and I didn't even have to conquer a kingdom. Imagine how many ponies will bow to me when I actually try. You're proof of my right to rule!"
>Eventually, her little tirade dies down, and she sighs happily.
>Twilight rolls her shoulders back and stands, walking over to her bed area.
>She plops herself down on it and beckons you over with her eyes.

>"It's been a long day, Servant. Why don't you make those hands useful and give your," she pauses, thinking carefully about her next words. "Give your queen a massage."
>Queen.
>She's settled into that title quite nicely.
>You approach her and reach out.
>"Oh, and you're to thank me whenever you touch my body."
>You place your hands on her back and begin to squeeze the muscle.
"Thank you, my Queen," you reply softly.
>She's so tight.
>The balls of muscle fight you as you slowly knead them out.
>It's obviously uncomfortable for her, and you try your best to limit the pain, but there's only so much that you can do.
>Soon though, once you've gone down most of her back, the largest of the knots are gone.
>In their wake is smoothed out muscle and brushed hair, making her look every bit as regal as she feels.
>Twilight hums to herself.
>It's an oddly happy tune, but you're sure that whatever words go with it are mean and hateful, if not downright evil.
>"Very good boy," she mumbles as you stop your work.
>She casts an eye back at you, all too pleased with the sight if her smug expression is anything to go by.
>"Servant, when I finally take over this world, I want you to watch me shove that goody two-shoes Twilight in the deepest, darkest dungeon I can find. Then I want you to lock the door. You would do that for me, wouldn't you?"
"Of course, my Queen," you say without a second thought.
>She huffs and sits up.
>"Bow."
>You do so, lowering your head once more to her hooves, but keeping your distance until told otherwise.
>"This is your place from now on. From this day onward, you are my faithful servant. My word is your law. Any allegiance you had with those ponies before is burned. Do you understand that?"
>You nod.
>"Then swear yourself to me. Swear you'll stay by my side, and then you may touch me again."

>This may just be the defining moment in our life.
>Anon, you've been presented with an amazing opportunity.
"I swear to you, Twilight Sparkle, that from this day to my last, as long as I am in your charge, I will serve you to the best of my ability."
>You crane your neck, peeking up at her.
"You and only you."
>Twilight picks her hoof up, lifting it above you.
>Slowly, she brings it down and presses the hard surface against your head.
>She rubs it gently. If you didn't know her as well as you did--and for that matter, if you didn't just have this conversation--you'd even say lovingly.
>"You know, it's awful hard on a queen to walk around the forest all day."
>Her hoof brushes against your face as she trails down to your chin, cupping it and lifting you up slightly.
>"My hooves just ache. You're going to clean them for me. I don't want any evidence that I live in a forest to remain."
>Right after she finishes her order, you fetch the needed supplies from around camp and your own bag.
>You return to her, setting down a large pot of warm water on the floor.
>Taking her hoof into your hands, you give her the required thanks.
>As you wet a towel and begin to rub it into her hooves, she asks you another question. "Where do you live, Servant?"
"In a cabin not too far outside of Ponyville," you reply.
>"You said outside. By how much?"
>Your pace is generally faster than a pony's, and judging by how long it takes you to get into town every day, you give her your best estimate.
"About ten minutes by hoof, my Queen."
>She nods, watching you closely as you scrub the grime and filth off her hoof.
>Every stroke of the towel reveals more of the most beautiful hoof you've ever seen.
>Well, you suppose that's not saying much since you've never been this close to another hoof before.
>In that sense, she's your first.
>Fitting?
>"Your home. How big is it?"
"Bigger than what I require."
>"And it's clean."
"Very."

>Especially considering you spend most of your free time here, you're not in your cabin often enough to really make a mess.
>Before long, her first hoof is done.
>You take the liberty of giving it a small massage, working your fingers into what you can to help do away with the ache she voiced earlier.
>She doesn't tell you to stop, so you assume you're doing the right thing here.
>When you're done with that, you move onto her next hoof, which she lets you take without a fuss.
>"Do you get very many visitors?"
"At my home? No, none at all. I don't think many ponies even know I live there, save for the obvious few."
>She smirks at that.
>What did you say?
>"Do you expect to get many visitors in the future?"
>You shake your head.
>"Then it will be the perfect spot to build our new base," she says as-a-matter-of-fact-ly.
>Wait, what?
>You look into her eyes, making your confusion known.
>"I'm tired of living in the forest. It's dark, it's cold, and it's dirty. This is no place to plan an invasion. We will move into your--into my cabin," she corrects herself, "And from there, we'll not only be able to keep a better eye on the ponies, but I'll also have instant access to my faithful servant."
>Instant access.
>Yes, that's right.
>As it is now, you eventually have to leave her and go home.
>If she were in your home though, then you'd never really have to leave, would you?
>"Finish up here," she says, interrupting your thoughts. "When you're done with my hooves, begin packing up for the move. I want us all in my cabin once the sun sets."
"Yes, my Queen," you reply quickly and return to your task.
>Once her other hooves are all sparkling clean and properly cared for, you get to work packing up the camp.

>You move throughout the camp, packing things up as you see them.
>The rest of the mean sticks, as you'd decided they would be called, don't pay you much mind.
>You do notice the occasional off glance.
>Then, of course, Fluttershy has to make her little jabs at you.
>"Always knew you'd make a good pack mule."
"What can I say? I love to carry things. You should pick out a pretty coffin I can carry whenever you finally kick the bucket," you retort.
>"Is that a threat?" she snaps, fluttering not too shyly over to you.
>You set down the heavy bag of pots and utensils, freeing your hands as you take the initiative and close the distance between you two.
>Your noses almost brush as you push forward, forcing her back to avoid touching you.
"I don't make threats; I make promises."
>Fluttershy scowls, pressing her hoof against your chest.
>"Shouldn't you be bending over or something? A little servant boy like you should--"
>You cut her off by slapping her hoof away hard enough that the crack of your hand on it sounds through the forest.
"I serve Twilight, and trust me, you're not even a shadow of the mare she is."
>The hate in Fluttershy's eyes almost boils over before the mare in question stops you both, separating you by a powerful lavender force field.
>"Both of you stop. Servant, get back to packing. Fluttershy, go be annoying somewhere else."
>The yellow pegasus snorts and turns away, not wanting to spend any more time on it.
"Yes, my Queen," you humbly reply, picking your back of metals back up and resuming your task.
>"Don't let her bother you," Twilight continues, approaching so that she can rest a hoof on your hip.
"She doesn't bother me," you smile. "Not entirely, at least."
>"Well don't make a habit of slapping her around. We both know you could handle your own, but I don't want that kind of in-fighting in my ranks. My underlings need to be in their best shape if they're to help me with my plans, understand?"
"Yes, my Queen."

>"Good boy. Now go," she commands.
>Obeying instantly, you finish with the packing.
>It takes you to just about mid noon, so you have plenty of time to move everything.
>Everything has been placed in small enough bundles that, by making a few trips, you can get everything done without tiring yourself out too much.
>Each trip, you take a new pony back to your cabin.
>First it's Twilight, of course, but she also makes you bring Fluttershy just for the sake of keeping you two unalone with each other.
>After her, it's Liarjack, followed by Rarity, then Dash, and finally Pinkie.
>The order was very important, according to Twilight.
>When each of them first saw your cabin--even Pinkie, who was usually the definition of apathy--they seemed to glow with excitement.
>No more forest, no more dirt beds, no more cold.
>Sweet deal for them.
>You enter your home, setting down the last bag of supplies on the floor and taking a deep job-well-done breath.
>No time for Anon to rest, however.
>Before you can even sit down on your own couch, you see that it is full of colorful mares relaxing themselves after their own "tiring walks".
>That's your seat though.
>"Servant," comes Twilight's voice from behind you.
>You whip around to face her and give her your undivided attention.
>The dark mare smirks at your eagerness and shakes her head.
>"So attentive. Keep up the good work and unload all this, will you? It can all go into the attic, but move my things into your room," she says before walking off, taking place in front of the fireplace.
"Right away," you reply, moving back to the pile of bags you'd just brought in, ignoring the curious looks of the other ponies.
>Just as you'd been told, you bring the majority of everything up to your attic.
>It's small, cramped, and dark. It is, however, very warm.
>You unpack everything and set it up just about how you found it back at the old camp.

>It's a tad depressing to be honest.
>Seeing everything clustered together like this, starkly different from how spread out the original camp was, leaves a bad taste in your mouth.
>For that matter, seeing is a challenge as well.
>The small amount of light that pours in from the stairwell is caught right at the front of the attic, unable to make it through the tents toward the back of the room.
>You grab a few lanterns from a small box in the corner and set them up, scattering them well enough to make the room acceptably bright.
"That should do it," you say with a smile.
>Now, if your memory serves, Twilight told you to take her things into your room.
>You find it odd and a little foreboding.
>The couch is not a place for men to sleep.
>Being kicked out of your own room in your own house. How humiliating.
>Hopefully that's not what she has in mind.
>You've wasted enough time thinking about this though, so you move along with the task and moving what you can into your bedroom.
>Your, now meaning plural. As in you and Twilight.
>Oh gosh.
>The reality of the situation begins to set in soon.
>Seeing her mattress propped up against the wall, with her little bookcase and even a small table with a few Equestrian maps on it, makes you appreciate how much of the once empty space is now hers.
>You make way back downstairs and stand behind the couch to announce that everything is done.
>The ponies have mostly fallen asleep, save for Fluttershy who scowls at you as if she's too angry to sleep, and Twilight who has taken to reading one of your books.
>The purple mare looks up at you dismissively at first.
>"What is it?" she asks.
>Then she must remember what she'd told you to do, because her face changes to shock, and then a familiar smugness you feel like you're going to be seeing a lot more of now.
>"Everything is how I asked?"
"Of course."
>"Very good. Well, let's go see," she says after closing the book and sliding it away.

>The real Twilight would never do that to a book.
>This isn't the real Twilight though.
>This is the improved model.
>That's a harsh way of putting it, but it's the most accurate.
>Twilight gets up off the floor, not even disgruntled by having the leave the warmth of the fire, and takes the lead going upstairs.
>She comes to your room and opens the door, stepping in quickly after.
>The mare looks around, nodding to herself and mumbling something you can't quite make out.
>Eventually she comes to the window and peeks over the sill.
>"That's Ponyville," she mutters.
>You follow her gaze, seeing the brightly lit town just a few football fields away.
>"And that's her castle."
>There's a special venom added when she pronounced "her."
"Is that bad?"
>"No. It's perfect."
>Twilight pulls away from the window and walks over to her map table.
>She arranges the papers, then slaps her hoof down on the one of Ponyville.
>"I'll be able to collect a ton of information on them from here."
>Soon, she pulls her eyes from the table and looks at you, meeting your eyes.
>"And it's all thanks to you, my faithful servant. You've done your queen well today."
"Thank you," you say with a slight bow of your head.
>"What did I say about thanking me with words?" she giggles.
>Twilight holds her hoof up to you again.
>Taking the hint, you move towards her and kneel down to plant a little kiss on it.
"Thank you, my Queen."
>"The pleasure is mine."

>Twilight pulls away from you and begins to pace around the room, homing in on her little map table soon enough.
>"With the information I'll be able to collect, it shouldn't be long before I'm able to act. Obviously we'll need to take out Twilight first. Her friends will quickly fall after her, but if she's left to operate, she'll be able to undo any progress I make."
"I'll help you however I can."
>Twilight smiles to herself and nods.
>"Yes, I know you will."
>She chuckles lightly and casts her gaze down to the floor that her hoof idly scrapes against.
>"It's funny. I never thought I'd have somebody that I could actually rely on. My sisters haven't proven themselves very devoted to my cause, nor capable at that. But you? You've been there, and I know you always will be. It means a lot to a Queen to have people she can trust."
>Trust.
>That word touches your heart in a way you didn't think words could.
>Before you can voice that, Fluttershy barges into the room.
>"Twilight, the others won't shut up. I'm trying to sleep!"
>"Then go sleep on the couch," roars Twilight, stomping on the floor for emphasis. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
>Both you and Fluttershy recoil from the volume.
>The pegasus' eyes widen, and she seems to be at a loss for words.
>"I, uh, sure. Okay."
>She trips over herself leaving the room and scampers away before the enraged unicorn can say anything else to her.
>You slowly look back to Twilight and watch as she huffs, calming herself down rather quickly.
>"Some ponies," she mutters.

>She looks back at you. As she does, her disgruntled frown evens out into something almost resembling a smile.
>Twilight trots over to your bed and hops on.
>She scratches at the covers and pulls them down, leaving a spot of sheets that she circles like a cat.
>Finally she settles down on it, curling up into a little ball with only her head poking up.
>Her matte tyrian eyes, as regal as the rest of her, bore into you.
>"You've worked hard today, Servant. You've earned a rest."
>You'd agree with that, but she's kind of in your bed right now.
>Fluttershy is also on the couch.
>Where does she expect you to sleep? In the basement?
>You know you're a servant, but even so, that's a little degrading.
>"Well? Come up here."
>You raise an eyebrow.
>She rolls her eyes and taps the spot on the mattress next to her.
>"Yes, here," she says impatiently. "You have permission to sleep beside me."
"Oh, right. My bad."
>You move to stand and head over to the bed.
>Carefully, you pull the covers back further, checking on Twilight's responses the whole time.
>"What, did you think I was going to kick you out of your own bed? I'm not heartless."
"I never thought you were."
>"Good."
>You climb inside and bring the covers up to your neck.
>Instantly, your whole body seems to melt into the softness of the mattress.
>Oh yeah, that's the stuff.
>You were more tired than you thought, apparently.
>Twilight shifts, nuzzling up to you, which prompts you to wrap an arm around her.
>She curls up again, forming a little ball of warmth that you hold as you both drift off to sleep.
>"Goodnight, Servant."
"Goodnight, my Queen."