Author's Note

[Non-Explicit] [f/f] [BDSM]
Characters: [Sweetie Belle] [Silver Spoon]
By Ragabash

Necklace by Ragabash

“Perfect!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed, looking all over the gray filly at her hooves.

Indeed, she looked quite nice for certain tastes. The saddle on her back and belly, the bridle on her mouth and the socks on her hooves, all black in color, gave her appearance a certain something. Not appropriate for her age, though. “I-Is that everything?” she asked.

Sweetie stared at her coldly. “I don't think I allowed you to talk, Silver Spoon.”

“I-I'm sorry, mistress!” the gray filly quickly apologized. “I won't do it again.”

Sweetie smiled. How would her friends and Diamond Tiara react, if they knew about their “special relationship”? They'd probably be shocked. At least the latter would be angry. But that would make it even better. Aside from the sheer fun, it was a nice way to get back at one of her bullies. Even if she enjoyed it. Actually, it had been her idea in the first place.

“Something's still missing,” she said, staring at Silver's neck.

She wore her necklace, just as she should. Sweetie considered replacing it with a collar before, but thought that was better that way. With her magic, she grabbed a leash that she put nearby and levitated it near the other filly.

Knowing what she was about to do, Silver Spoon took a step back. “Please no. It was an expensive gift from my father. It would be horrible if it breaks.” She didn't know whether the leash, or rather what Sweetie would do with it, could harm her necklace, but didn't want to risk anything.

“I thought you belong to me,” Sweetie replied coldly. “That means that everything you own belongs to me too. And I can do everything I want with things that are mine.” She had to pat herself on her back. She was getting really good at that.

Silver Spoon hesitated, but finally conceded. As soon as the leash was hooked, she felt a strong tug at her neck that made her topple over and fall on her face. Before she could stand up again, Sweetie Belle stood over her and pressed a hoof against her neck, burying the necklace into her skin.

“You are mine. You said so yourself, so don't complain. Don't ever talk back to me again, got it?”

“Y-Yes, mistress.”

Sweetie smiled. She couldn't feel bad about it, after all Silver Spoon wanted it that way. Besides, it's not like she deserved any better. And knowing how much she cared about her necklace would certainly prove to be useful in the future...