"Oh hey. Have a seat, the movie's starting."

I just managed to uncap our soda as I greet our guest, as she walks in the door, in a manner befitting of a proper hostess. Well proper may have been an overly generous assessment of my greeting. But hey it was just a movie. It's casual and a little harmless teasing never hurt anybody or any pony for that matter.

Sweetie Belle stood in the door holding the bag she got from the local Block Bucker (again with the damn horse puns! Curse you Celestia!). She was dressed in her usual goth black top and leather jacket. She had gold rings in her nose, ears, horn and God knows where else. I don't care to ponder it.

"Huh?" she stares at the large flat screen HD TV on the wall across from the sofa, her light green eyes, black shadowed eyes, studying the blank screen, then glances down at her bag as she puts it all together "But I just brought the movie?" she realizes I am teasing and scowls, pursing those cute little black lipstick laden... really Belle, could you possibly be MORE of a poser?

"Very funny Diamond." she informs me condescendingly. She had been quite skittish with me when first we met. And I was no more comfortable around her then I was with my Sweetie Belle. But she has changed since then. She is bolder and more confident since I let her know that I am really just a literal big softy and drew her into a decent chubby hug.

I noted my servant's best friend was wearing fishnet stockings and black boots under her favorite purple miniskirt, showing off the black bell with a bat perched on the top, screeching with jaws open, and wings spread, that earned her in High School, the very appropriate nick name-

"Hey HELL's BELLE," I smirk coyly "Like, how was the long trudge in the snow?" I note wryly that she is dressed like a whore in 30* weather, all for the sake of showing off her butt tattoo. Which I have to admit is kinna bad ass, but still, is it worth loosing your legs to frostbite over?

"Oh it was positively delightful.." she responded very politely and then developed a wicked smirk like a dark cloud on a sunny day "Tons of Fun Tiara!" my mouth drops slightly open, aghast at her come back. Aparently the little marshmallow mare had a backbone after all. She was a poser, no doubt about that, and an obvious one. But she could definitely cop the same attitude with as much ease as I ever could. An attitude Silver had told me she dropped when they became friends their freshman.. or freshmare year and bonded over a shared love for the music of AC/DC.

As Spoony tells me, Ms. Belle happened to be wearing an AC/DC T-shirt with her black makeup and stuff that day. Ms. Riche had just gotten through making fun of the alabaster Unicorn, calling her out on her pathetic mix of goth punk and heavy metal, and pulling out her clip-on nose ring, all with Spoony standing by nervously.

Needless to say the peircings she has now are quite real and I am told by Miss Belle that the horn ring was somehow particularly painful, the piercing having to be drilled into the coiled hunk of bone in her forehead, that focusses her magic. Silver had held her hand the whole time the tattoo artist bored through her horn. I am told Sweetie did not cry even though tears were shed.

Spoony had hung around outside Ms. Belle's locker with her after Ms. Riche left for cheer practice, to compliment her taste in music, her T-shirt, and her overall look in general, before heading off to join her then BPFF (Best Pony Friend Forever) and secret lover for the same practice date.

I have requested Spoon get out her old Ponyville High Hoof-ball cheerleader outfit out and do a little cheer for me. The collar that she can not remove without breaking, did not compliment the black and green co-captain's uniform to say the least. Co-captain being like Vice-President, the title carrying little authority, but hey at least Ms. Riche tried to make her lover feel like an equal under her.

Anyway Sweetie had met up with Silver in the locker room after her cheer practice, to say thanks. They struck up a conversation and Silver even convinced her to try out for the squad. She aced it. Captain Riche only stipulated that Sweetie not wear the eye shadow on game day. She was apparently a more reasonable mare then her detractors had given her credit for. A born leader. Firm but fair. But when she broke up with Silver after her parents divorce, Sweetie was the only one she had to comfort her.

I didn't pry further when Spoon began to cry. I want to meet Ms Riche.. talk to her. Ask her why she would call it off with such a special some-pony as they refer to their lovers as such.

"Niice come back, Black butt." yeah that was one of the worst taunts I could ever dread coming back with. But it's not like I was trying to hurt her. Those days are far behind me. Though she really could wear less black, the little vamp-pony.

"Whatever, Princess Douche Bag Tiara." again she hit me hard. She may seem absentminded but she and Silver were two of the smartest in their class, back in the day. Both honor roll students.

I decided to quit while I was ahead, before saying something monumentally stupid. At her Princess referral, my eyes rolled up to the tiara I hadn't worn sense I was a little girl, until just a week ago. I quickly removed it as Sweetie Belle chuckled nervously and fiddled with the gold tag on her spiked leather dog collar.

"It's good to see you again, Diamond." she smiles pleasantly, waving to me as she drums her fingers in the air, looking more like my own Ms. Belle back home.

I nod in response and offer the same level of sincerity in my grin "Glad you could make it, Sweets. Spoony is in the kitchen getting some last minute necessities together." I inform. "So what movie are we watching tonight?"

Sweetie digs in her bag and pulls out a DVD with a picture of a red stallion with two blunt stumps for horns and one huge hand cannon "Hell Colt II: The Golden Calvary" she giggles with giddy girlish glee.

It takes all my powers of will not to groan and roll my eyes at that intolerable horse pun and that movie selection "I'm surrounded by dorks.." I think to myself. Suffering my Spoony talking about her hobbies and tastes in movies was quite exasperating enough, but now I had to endure two more? "Oh how marvelous!" I tried my best to sound sincere through gritted teeth.

"Hey Sweets!" Sweetie Belle ignores my poor attempt to humor my guest as Silver enters the den with a bowl of butter, having melted it in the microwave, salt, 3 glasses, and a tray of ice out of the freezer. She set them on the coffee table as her best friend moved in and hugged her "good to see you again Silvy.. I know I have been busy at the boutique with the holiday rush and all, but I wanted to set aside one special night for us, before I go out of town to spend Hearths Warming with my father and step mom." she explained.

Silver had told me Sweetie's real mother was the local Marshal, a miss Treasury Belle. Her parents, like mine just called it quits one day. Though with my folks the reasoning is not exactly clear and with Sweetie's mom and dad it appears her mother's job as a Law-mare cut into her home life.

"I am so delighted you took the time to see me." Silver smiled at her long time BFF. "Don't worry though. I won't be lonely. Miss Tiara has been most generous to offer to spend the Holidays with me." Silver happily assured her goth gal pal. "Yes I will be heading back home to my own universe and stuff after your New Year's day." I explained with a nod "So this might be the last time we see each other, Sweetie. I mean it's not like I can just catch a cab and hop over into the next dimension." I chuckle.

"Well we shall just have to make the best of it then, while we have the time now." Sweetie smiled and nodded. "If you still want a cutiemark like our Diamond's I know a great tattoo stallion who did all my piercings." Sweetie offered. I had to admit I was kind of envious of the cool butt tattoos Silver and Sweetie had. I had considered getting a tiara tattooed on my thighs before I go home, when Silver stamped me with a temporary tattoo, like that her mistress wears naturally. But I'll get into that later.

"Well maybe I will." I smirk.

"Sure and I'll pay for it.. it can be your Hearths Warming Eve present.." Silver offered sweetly with excitement. How could I refuse? "Okay Spoony.. we can see the guy tomorrow if you like." I nod and rubb my thigh, hopping I wouldn't regret this. Silver nods "Sounds fun.." and then turns to our honored guest.

"Like hey, maybe you could spend the night?" Silver offered. I raised an inquisitive eyebrow and smirked toward her, wondering if she was actually trying to get out of her punishment. "I am sure DT won't mind.. would you?"

She was being subtle about asking my permission as she turned to me for approval. I nodded "I would very much like that. You two can have my counterparts room and I'll take Daddy's.. I mean.. well you know, my stallion dad." I roll my eyes, that headache again hits me.

You might ask how can Sweetie not know that Silver is or was a slave with that collar on her all the time? You forget Ms. Belle wears a dog collar on her neck and two on her wrists. She knows Silver is into bondage and I am sure she knows Ms. Diamond Riche is her respective mistress and lover. Or she was. Whatever. The point is Silver had not divulged the full truth about her servitude as an unpaid maid and personal servant. And really can you blame her?

"Splended.. Oh this is just marvy!" Sweetie squeals and claps her hands excitedly "I can stay the night and sleep on the train to Phillydelhia." again with the horse puns. I let out an audible sigh. "But Silver you simply must get a picture of Miss Tiara's new mark for me." The former Cutie Mark Crusader insisted, causing me to blush, but I nodded my acceptance to Spoon.

"Of course of course I will.." Silver giggles "So like, what movie did you rent for tonight?"

Sweetie levitates the DVD up to Spoons face with a green aura of unicorn magic enveloping it, in response. Silver has her little nerd-ghasm "Oh my Luna I love that movie!" both of them share an excited *squee* and chatter about the details of the flick. I have to admit, though i do not share their enthusiasm, that sound Silver makes is absolutely adorable.

But I do not let on as to my attraction to the endearing sound of an excited pony expressing her state of boundless joy. I roll my eyes and groan at their display.

A minute later I am siting in the floor with the popcorn and soda beside me and Sweetie above me and to the side, sitting on the couch.

"Come here Spoony."

I pat my belly in invitation, as the mare, naked under my favorite blouse, sits down between my spread legs and lays her head on my plump breasts and her back sinks into my bodacious bloated belly. "Thanks, D." she sighs and snuggles into me. I put my arms around her and pull her into my fat hotness. She murrs with content.

I cop a little feel, groping her breast gently and pinching her nipples through the soft cotten, causing her to squirm. I like to tease her like that, but I am not looking to embarrass her in front of her best friend. So I let up just as she starts to whimper with desire, the sound of the previews drowning out her moans of arousal.

So the movie begins. The intro fails right off the bat to catch my interest. I never did get Sci-fi/ supernatural flicks. I am only extending Silver and her geeky goth friend the same professional courtesy I would in watching a movie with Sylvia.

About 15 minutes in, I am wondering why I am here and daydreaming about the home I am now missing, my own adorkable Sylvia, and how I came to be here with this darling pony who wants so bad for me to be her master, break her in, ride her hard, and put her up wet. I briefly entertain the notion that I could take her back to my world and keep her as the pet she so wants to be. But something tells me deep inside, that it would be a great injustice to both her and my other self to deny them even the remote chance they might kiss and make up.

Life was so much easier before I grew a conscience.

So I tell myself, I will give up my new pet on New Years Day, leave, and never return. Not because it is not possible or because I don't want to return, but because it is the right thing to do. Her heart belongs to Diamond Riche. I am only a temporary substitute to comfort a very broken mare during what should be a happy time.

For now, I am borrowing her from Ms. Riche just for the holiday. For now I own her, control her, make her pleasure me, and give little in return. As of yet the greatest measure of generosity I have showed her, is to let her masturbate as she buries her face in between my legs.

But it wasn't always like this.

I had intended to offer my services in the first place, to order her around and dominate every aspect of her life, even going so far as to make her ask permission just to use the restroom, which I always granted. But when I first came in I was curious about the other side of the spectrum.

I knew next to nothing about BDSM or Stockholm Syndrome. So before I could be her master, I needed to experience what it was like for Serving Spoon at her mistress's hooves.

To walk a mile in her horse shoes.

Author's Note

Picture of "Meanie Belle" by unknown artist.
Squad Captain Diamond by pop rocks (edited for content)

next Chapter Diamond arrives a week ago and fun starts ;D