20/20 Touch


                                            Written by Slasher_Science

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                                            >"Silver Spoon is in her room. Go make sure she does not hurt herself."

                                            >You grunt and leave Mrs. Spoon to continue her ten-in-the-morning wine binge.

                                            >It's a thankless, degrading job being a butler for the Spoon family.

                                            >And Silver Spoon is a brainless little brat.

                                            >But the pay is good.

                                            >You go to her room and knock.

                                            >"WHAT?! I'm BUSY!"

                                            "It's me, YOUNG MISTRESS. Just checking to see if you needed any help."

                                            >She ignores you.

                                            >Rolling your eyes, you enter.

                                            >Silver Spoon sits in front of her large mirror, tears streaming down her cheeks and a horribly frustrated look on her face.

                                            >"Who said you could come in?!"

                                            >You look down at the little soft lens on her wet hoof and smile.

                                            >This is only her second day with her new contacts.

                                            "Would you like some help?"

                                            >She looks back to the mirror and pulls down her left eyelid.

                                            >Her right hoof raises the lens to her eye and she awkwardly jams it against the cornea.

                                            >The sclera is already an angry red and tears drip out onto the table below.

                                            >Silver Spoon blinks and the contact folds, then falls.

                                            >She whines in frustration and knocks a bottle of perfume to the floor.

                                            >"Ahhhhhh! WHY ISN'T IT WORKING?! IT WENT IN RIGHT YESTERDAY!"

                                            >She carefully picks up the lens and drops it back into the solution.

                                            >"Why did I ever get these stupid things?!"

                                            "Maybe you should just give your eyes a break and wear your glasses today."

                                            >She digs for the contact again and pouts, "no! I can get this in! Shut up."

                                            >You walk over and grab her hoof, delicately taking the contact between your fingers.

                                            "Then let me help you."

                                            >Silver Spoon looks into your eyes.

                                            >She flushes and pulls her hoof away.

                                            >"No way am I letting you stick your dirty fingers in my eyes!"

                                            >You wiggle them in front of her.

                                            "I just washed them. And I'll let you know, they're pretty dexterous. More so than hooves..."

                                            >She looks at the mirror, frown deepening at the sight of her agitated red eye.

                                            >"F-fine. One try. But I swear, if you hurt me, I'll have daddy fire you in a second."

                                            >You roll up your sleeves and sit on the stool beside the desk.

                                            >Scooting forward, you pat your lap.

                                            "Sit here, it'll be easier."

                                            >The little filly grumbles and hops off her princess chair.

                                            >She walks to you and jumps up to your leg, pulling and wiggling her back legs.

                                            >You grab her around the middle and place her sitting on your thigh.

                                            >Placing a hand on her back, you reach over and pick up her bottle of solution.

                                            "Please hold your eyelid down. I'm going to flush your eye a little."

                                            >She sighs and does so.

                                            >You hold the bottle over her pupil and squeeze gently.

                                            >Clear liquid dribbles out, over her iris.

                                            >Her eyelid twitches, fighting to close, but she holds it back.

                                            >You add a little pressure, making the solution spout in a thin stream.

                                            >Silver Spoon sighs and her leg twitches a little.

                                            >The fluid runs out of her eye, down the fur on her cheek and drips onto your pants between her legs.

                                            >You stop squeezing and the stream of solution comes to a stop.

                                            >Using the back of your fingers, you wipe up her cheek, collecting the beads of liquid.

                                            >She grabs your wrist and huffs, "Just do it!"

                                            >Reaching over again, you scoop a finger into the contact case and collect a lens on your index finger.

                                            >You look back at Silver Spoon and hold it up.

                                            "Ready?"

                                            >She holds down her eyelid with a hoof and grabs your leg with the other, looking nervous.

                                            >"Be. Gentle."

                                            >As much as you would love to poke her right in the eye, you would also love to keep your job.

                                            >Making sure the lens forms a perfect cup, you bring it close to her eye.

                                            "Don't blink."

                                            >You press it against her eyeball.

                                            >Silver Spoon inhales sharply and her hoof digs into your thigh.

                                            >You pull your finger away, leaving the contact in place.

                                            "Did it hurt?"

                                            >She lets go of her eyelid and closes her eyes.

                                            >"N-No..."

                                            >Opening her eyes again, she looks at the wall.

                                            >You can see that the lens has come displaced and sticks to the edge of her eyelid.

                                            "Wait, don't move."

                                            >Holding her head, you dip a finger back into the solution in the case.

                                            >Silver Spoon breathes a little heavy, looking uncomfortable.

                                            "Just calm down. I'll get it in this time."

                                            >Ever so gently, you collect the lens again on a moistened finger and raise it back over her eye.

                                            >She reaches up and holds it open for you.

                                            >You press it back to her eyeball, this time leaving your finger there.

                                            >She yips a little under her breath.

                                            >Gently, you slide the contact over her iris, then slide it down in a circular motion around her eye.

                                            >Silver Spoon shudders and audibly groans.

                                            >"That... That f-feels weird."

                                            >Concentrating, you continue to slide the contact around her moist eye, collecting fluid on the lens.

                                            "Is that bad?"

                                            >Her hoof moves up to your wrist and kneads it.

                                            >"No. It feels good."

                                            >You move your finger over and brush up against her rosy pink tear duct.

                                            >She moans and you begin to feel a wetness on your leg that's too warm to be contact solution.

                                            >You push the contact into place and quickly pull your finger away.

                                            "Alriiiiiight. Enough of that. It's done."

                                            >She blinks rapidly and looks up at you.

                                            >The contact is perfectly in place.

                                            >"Okaynowtheotherone."

                                            >You chuckle.

                                            "I think you should do the next one to get some practice."

                                            >Her cheeks puff out and you sense a tantrum coming on.

                                            >"NO! I want YOU to do it, Anon! What do we pay you for!? I can't do it and it hurts me and I HAVE to get ready for school! So just DO IT!"

                                            >Resisting the urge to flick her nose and tell her to fuck off, you raise a palm to silence her.

                                            "Fine. Okay. I'll do it under the condition that you do it yourself next time."

                                            >"Whatever. Just like, do it."

                                            >Complying, you reach over and pick up the bottle of solution again.

                                            >Repeating the process, you hold it over Silver Spoon's right eye.

                                            >She stares up at the ceiling and you begin to dribble fluid onto her purple eye.

                                            >Her hooves grip your wrist and she shuffles her backside along your leg.

                                            >"Ahhhh... It's cold."

                                            >You stop the flushing and set the bottle down, moving to pick up her right contact.

                                            >"Do it just like you did last time, Anon."

                                            >You bring the contact to her eye.

                                            "Hold it open. And don't squirm."

                                            >The filly does so and licks her lips.

                                            >This eye is not irritated like the other was, so you expect this to be quick and easy.

                                            >You lay the lens on her cornea and begin to move it.

                                            >Slowly sliding up.

                                            >Then down.

                                            >Around the iris.

                                            >Silver Spoon bites her lip.

                                            >Her body shudders.

                                            >With a deep breath in, her belly inflates.

                                            >Slowly sliding up.

                                            >Your finger less than a millimeter away from her eyeball.

                                            >The moisture builds up, lubricating the contact.

                                            >Her hooves squeeze your wrist tightly.

                                            >A soft 'whaa~' escapes her lips.

                                            >She gulps and sweat begins to bead on her brow.

                                            >With shame, your pants tighten slightly at her noise.

                                            >The whole eye begins to twitch.

                                            >"Keep g-going..."

                                            >You move the lens over and press against her tear duct like with the other eye.

                                            >She moans, lowly at first, gradually turning into a high pitched squeal as you hold a finger against the pink nub and softly massage.

                                            >Her eye is beginning to turn a slight pink.

                                            >You place the contact and pull your finger away.

                                            >Silver Spoon blinks a few times and looks around.

                                            >Her contacts are in place.

                                            "There. It's done."

                                            >She looks at you, her eyes pink and watery.

                                            >"Okay. Now I have to get ready. Let's go to the bathroom."

                                            >You stare blankly at her.

                                            "What."

                                            >"I need to like, get ready for school. I COMMAND you to get me ready."

                                            >Tightly digging your nails into your palm, you follow the spoiled brat to her personal bathroom.

                                            >She hops onto a stool and looks into the mirror.

                                            >"First, brush my teeth, Anon."

                                            "I'm not going to brush your damn teeth. You're perfectly capable of doing that yourself."

                                            >She grabs her grey toothbrush and holds it out, "You're going to brush my teeth. You're going to take your time and clean every last tooth. Because you're the family servant. Because that's what you're like, PAID to do."

                                            "Fuck this gay-"

                                            >You walk over and grab her little brush.

                                            >She spins around and holds her chin up, opening her mouth and closing her eyes.

                                            >You prepare the brush, wetting it and applying her pink toothpaste.

                                            >With your right hand, you grasp her chin between two fingers.

                                            >Your other hand holds up the tooth brush to her mouth and she sticks her small tongue out.

                                            "Tell me again why I do this job?"

                                            >You stick the brush into the back of her mouth.

                                            >"Bwecaf daddew payfs yew."

                                            >Her tongue wraps around the tooth brush and tries to take control of it.

                                            >You push it away and begin brushing her teeth.

                                            >Silver Spoon sighs and looks into your eyes while you work.

                                            >Over the molars.

                                            >On the inside.

                                            >Then the outside.

                                            >Her tail flops to the other side of the stool and she groans in satisfaction.

                                            >A white foamy mix of saliva and toothpaste dribbles over her bottom lip and down onto her chest.

                                            >Her tongue hangs out of the corner of her mouth.

                                            >Moving the brush from her teeth, you stick it onto the pink muscle.

                                            >The bristles bend then pop back into place as you slide it down.

                                            >Silver Spoon leans toward you, her eyes unfocused and glazed over.

                                            >A long tendril of white saliva slowly extends down from the tip of her tongue.

                                            "Rinse."

                                            >She sucks up her spit and turns to the sink, spitting and rinsing.

                                            >"Make sure you get them all, Anon. All the way in the back too."

                                            >Her mouth opens again, ready for more attention.

                                            >Sighing, you insert the brush.

                                            >All the way to the back of her mouth.

                                            >The bristles hit gum and you stroke gently.

                                            >Silver Spoon moans and gags.

                                            >Nervous, you pull back.

                                            >Her mouth clamps down on the brush.

                                            >"MmmMmm."

                                            >She opens up again.

                                            >"Kweep gwoin'."

                                            >You go back to the same area and resume.

                                            >Silver Spoon closes her eyes and sighs.

                                            >She starts to gag again but pushes forward, driving the tooth brush farther into her throat.

                                            >You switch back to the tongue, stroking it quickly.

                                            >Her hooves reach up and grab your wrist.

                                            >She takes control, working you in and out of her mouth.

                                            >Her moan starts deep in her throat, then gets louder.

                                            >You pull the brush out of her mouth.

                                            "Alright. That's enough. Rinse."

                                            >She huffs and does so.

                                            "You're not going to make me dress you as well, right?"

                                            >"No. There is one other thing though."

                                            >She hops off her seat and goes to the toilet.

                                            >You get a falling sensation in your stomach.

                                            >Her purple eyes lock onto yours.

                                            >A yellow stream splashes into the water.

                                            >"Sit."

                                            >You sit on her tiny stool.

                                            >She squeezes a little harder and the last few trickles of urine drip out of her.

                                            >"Wipe."

                                            "No."

                                            >She spreads her legs and you look away.

                                            >"Wipe or I'll scream."

                                            >Bitch.

                                            >You scoot over and take some toilet paper, wadding it up.

                                            >She grabs your wrist again and pulls it toward her crotch.

                                            >"Look at me, Anon."

                                            >You stare into her eyes

                                            >And press the toilet paper to her folds.

                                            >Her eyes scan your face.

                                            >"Press a little harder."

                                            >You do so.

                                            >The heat coming from her is impressive.

                                            >"Front to back... Nice and slow..."

                                            >You begin to move the paper under her.

                                            >She leans forward and rests her head on your shoulder, sighing into your ear.

                                            >"That's a good servant. You do good work."

                                            >Slowly, your hand mashes against her labia.

                                            >"Oh, I don't think ANY filly in my class gets this kind of treatment..."

                                            >You reach her anus and stop.

                                            "I'm done."

                                            >She grabs your wrist again and pulls it out from under her.

                                            >You look at the yellow tinged tissue.

                                            >"Smell it."

                                            "WHAT?"

                                            >She smirks at you, "Yut it up to your nose and take a big whiff."

                                            "Hell no."

                                            >"I'm about to scream. Daddy, daddy, Anon touched my-"

                                            >You close your eyes and press the damp toilet paper to your nose.

                                            >Breathing deeply, you inhale her fresh scent.

                                            >The piss smells so strong, you can taste it.

                                            >You drop it into the trash bin and take a fresh breath.

                                            >Silver Spoon giggles.

                                            >"You're such a pervert."

                                            "It's about time for school, young mistress."

                                            >She reaches down and brushes a hoof over her vagina.

                                            >You look away.

                                            >"I'm still a little wet down here, servant."

                                            >She scoots to the edge of the toilet and rests her weight on her front hooves behind her on the seat.

                                            >"How dreadful. Clean it with your mouth."

                                            >By no means are you a filly-fucker.

                                            >Grown ponies aren't even attractive to you.

                                            >Well, Twilight Sparkle is pretty dorky and cute.

                                            >"Oh daddy, he stuck his finger in me and I bled..."

                                            >You growl and grab her hooves, lowering your head.

                                            >With your tongue out, you quickly press it to her lips and pull back.

                                            >"You honestly don't think that's like, good enough."

                                            "This is ridiculous."

                                            >She grabs your head and pulls on it.

                                            >"Do a good enough job and this will be the last thing. I want you to clean it front to back, in and out."

                                            "Mom, please forgive your son..."

                                            >"What was that?"

                                            >You close your eyes and jam your tongue into her.

                                            >She grabs hoof-fulls of your hair and squeals.

                                            >It tastes like pennies in milk and slightly of piss.

                                            >You swirl her labia around, making a wet noise.

                                            >She bends over you and whinnys.

                                            >"W-W-Wow! Can you go like, deeper?!"

                                            >Squeezing your eyes closed tighter, you move your tongue a little deeper.

                                            >Back and forth, you feel her little clit wink out against you.

                                            >A muskier taste touches your tongue and some fluids dribble out onto your chin.

                                            >"I'm! I'm! AHHHHHHHH!"

                                            >Her legs clamp around your head and she squirts.

                                            >Filly fluids and bits of leftover urine splatter your mouth and face.

                                            >You snort and pull away.

                                            >Silver Spoon pants and shudders on the toilet while you wipe the sticky mess from your face.

                                            >"G-Good job, Anon."

                                            >She hops up from the toilet.

                                            >Her legs wobble and she leans against the wall, catching her breath.

                                            >"Anon."

                                            >You spit into the sink and glare at her.

                                            "What?"

                                            >She looks up at you and smirks sadistically.

                                            >"My contact fell out."

                                            >Only the dead. Only the dead.

                                            "Come on..."

                                            >You pick her up, find the contact on the floor and take her back to her room.

                                            >Silver Spoon will be very late for school today