Author's Note

Let's play a game called "How Many Disney References Did I Make In One Chapter?"

This one seems like my longest. Sorry it took so long to get it up. School is a thing.

Hopefully I'll get the next chapter out sooner.

Chapter 7

Sweetie Belle did not completely hear her fellow crusader leave, for she was slightly caught up in her own fantasy. Strangely enough, however, something inside of her told her that she had to resist the vision's power. She had not gotten as deep as Applebloom had by that time.

"This can't be real. There's no way it's real," she protested relentlessly as the fantasy attempted to take over her mind.

"Oh. How adorable," a voice cooed pretentiously.
"You keep trying to convince yourself it isn't real."

"That's because it's not!"

"But don't you wish it was? I can make it real, Sweetie Belle. I know everything about you."

"You're joking. There's no way you could know EVERYTHING about---"

Her words trailed off as she heard the faint sounds of hooves clopping against the floor. Sweetie Belle whirled her head around.

"Who's there?" she yelled.

"Don't pay attention to that," the voice purred.

The unicorn filly attempted to run after the sound, but something kept her from going far. She tripped and her jaw crashed into the floor, diverting her attention away from the sound. She felt a sharp, stabbing pain on the left side of her upper lip. Blood dripped from the abrasion onto her tongue, its metallic taste making her gag with each drop. As the pain surged through her, her mind used this as an opportunity to enact her fantasy. Sweetie Belle's mind began to focus away from the pain and onto the curtain her mind was trying to draw in front of her reality.

"No, no, no," Sweetie Belle gasped as the blood began to pour even more.

She tried to stand up, but her legs gave way and, once again, she hit her jaw against the floor. Another stabbing pain in her upper lip and more blood squirting into her mouth. The crusader began to panic. She tried to call for help, but the blood was full in her mouth by this time. The intense stench was too nauseating and she spat out the remaining blood.

Turning to another spot on the floor, Sweetie Belle vomited out what felt like the entirety of her stomach. The bile burnt her throat and her eyes started to water as she began to tremble in intense agony. She tried to move, but was pulled back as she detected the rattling of metal shackles nearby. The unicorn could feel some sort of clasp on her legs, but when she struggled to face behind her, she could see nothing of the sort. Was she going mad? She didn't want to stick around to find out.

Her bones felt like glass as she attempted to stand back up and she began to feel extremely lightheaded. Though she couldn't see it, she could feel the room rocking from side to side, making her sicker by the second. Another violent and sizzling burst of vomit, this batch accompanied by blood, was enough to send Sweetie Bell back to the floor. Pain seared throughout her body as her forehead felt as though it would burn off from the heat it was producing.

"Don't propel the pain any longer, Sweetie," the voice cooed.
"Just give into the fantasy."

"Never!" Sweetie Belle screamed as the stench hit her eyes, making them water even more.

For a fourth time, she attempted to stand only to immediately send herself back to the floor, this time in a pool of her bile and bloody vomit. Her vision began to fade as she looked on into the vast darkness before submitting to her own.

"Sweetie Belle?" a lyrically gentle voice whispered.
"Sweetie Belle, dear? Wake up."

Slowly, the small unicorn opened her eyes. She was no longer submerged in darkness nor covered in bloody bile and vomit. Instead she was outside where the sky was radiating with pinks, violets, blues, and all sorts of magical colors. Her body was dressed in the emerging sunrise as she sat up and found herself in a flower bed. Surrounding her was every woodland creature known to pony kind.

Beside her nature bed was the most beautiful alicorn she had ever seen. Her eyes were colored like the bark of trees. Her coat was a pure white and her mane was a dark brown. She wore a gown made for a princess; the top was a beautiful, sapphire blue, the sleeves were puffed perfectly with little red droplets decorated round the blue. At the end of each sleeve was a tiny golden trim. The skirt below was a sparkling, sunny yellow. Even just staring at it made Sweetie Belle smile. On top of her head was a bow as red as a blooming, spring rose.

"My dear," the alicorn giggled gently in the most enchanting and soothing voice the young unicorn had ever heard.
"You were asleep for a long time."

The pony took a hoof and rubbed Sweetie Belle's back. Surprisingly she was not put off by this, but instead found it quite comforting. It began to lull Sweetie Belle until a thought struck her back to her senses.

"Wait. Who are you?"

The alicorn giggled once again and Sweetie Belle couldn't help but smile; even her laughter was comforting.

"You must've been out longer than I thought, my sweetie. It's me; your mother, Autumn Red."

The pony just started in confusion. This alicorn couldn't be her mother, as much as Sweetie Belle wished she was. Besides, if her mother was an alicorn, did that mean---?

Impossible, Sweetie Belle thought.
It's not inherent. But then again, could it--?

She turned to look and gasped. On her back was a pair of pure white, filly-sized wings.

"I'm an alicorn?" she squealed in delight.

"Of course, my dear," Autumn smiled.
"An alicorn princess."

Sweetie Belle hopped out of her flower bed and trotted instinctively towards a pond. Sure enough she had both wings and a horn. She turned to her flank. Her normal cutie mark was gone and in place was a flower with a quarter note blossoming out of it. In front of the flower, in shining, shimmering splendor, was a golden crown blessed with what seemed to be dozens of jewels.

"I wonder what Diamond Tiara would make of it," she said as she trotted back.

"You called, mistress?" a voice asked wearily.

Sweetie Belle was stunned at what she saw. It was Diamond Tiara, dressed in rags and covered in various dusts and soots. Dark circles blared from underneath her eyes. Her coat was fading to a gray-pink and her hooves were cracked all over.

"Diamond Tiara? What happened to you?"

"It's her own fault," a voice said behind her.

Sweetie looked up to see Autumn.

"She used to be rich and high-class until she bullied you so badly. She was then given the title of your own personal slave."

"How did that happen?"

"My, my, Sweetie Belle, how could you forget? Our ranks are determined by our kindness. You have always been a kind pony, so you became an alicorn princess."

A thought struck Sweetie Belle.

"So, if she's my personal slave, can I make her do anything?"

Autumn nodded and Sweetie Belle gave a slightly evil grin.

"Come with me, slave," she ordered kindly.

"As you wish, my mistress," Diamond sighed.

They kept walking until they stopped at a grandiose bedroom. Inside was a four-poster bed, a love seat, an armoire, a closet full of clothes, and more.

"Perfect," Sweetie Belle grinned.
"Come along, slave."

Obediently, yet reluctantly, Diamond walked inside. Sweetie began to review something in her head in case Diamond wasn't as submissive. Sweetie sat down on the four-poster bed.

"Get me some soap," she ordered.

Diamond went off to the bathroom inside the bedroom and came back with a bar of wet soap and some pump soap.

"Now," Sweetie said as she lie down on the bed.
"Lather me with soap."

Diamond did as she was told. The soap made Sweetie feel a bit uncomfortable, but it would be worth it. When she was done, Sweetie Belle sat up.

"Now I want you to wash it off with your tongue."

Diamond scoffed at this.

"As if! I'm not going to lick a bitch like you!"

"Tsk tsk," Sweetie Belle scolded.
"What a naughty pony."

Sweetie Belle focused on the spell she had reviewed and, after mustering her energy, zapped Diamond with it. The effects took only a few seconds before activating. Diamond's eyes glazed over and she stood up straight.

"Such naughty language demotes you even further. You are no longer Diamond Tiara. Your name shall now be Dirt Drone and you serve Mistress Sweetie Belle."

"I shall serve Mistress Sweetie Belle," the newly-created Dirt Drone repeated entranced.

"You worship your mistress. It pleasures you to serve her and disobedience causes excruciating pain. Your mistress is everything to you."

"My mistress is my everything. I worship my mistress. It pleasures me to serve her and causes pain when I disobey."

"Now your bad language has dirtied your mouth. You must wash it out. Conveniently enough it is also time for my bath. Come here, slave, and clean me with your mouth."

Robotically Dirt Drone walked over and knelt down beside Sweetie Belle's legs. She took hold of one of them and stuck it in her mouth, sucking off the soap.

"Doesn't that feel good, slave?"

A shudder of delight came from Dirt Drone. As she took ahold of the other one, Sweetie Belle took pleasure from it all. Not only did it feel good, but this pony, who even after the election she still held a grudge against, was getting her comeuppance.

The small unicorn could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter as Dirt Drone licked every bit of soap off of her body. Once she was done, she got back into position. Her submissive attitude gave Sweetie Belle an idea.

"Now there's something else that is dirty. Since your mouth is clean, you can clean it for me. Wash the inside."

"Readily, my mistress," Dirt Drone said obediently as Sweetie Belle turned onto her stomach and spread her back legs.

The slave stuck her tongue into Sweetie Belle's ass and into her pussy, sucking and licking every inch of it. This only made Sweetie Belle's pussy wetter. The unicorn could feel gas building up inside and let it loose onto Dirt Drone. The slave backed away and swallowed what was in her mouth. Her mouth turned upwards in a dopey smile and her eyes drooped in satisfaction.

"Mistress has just bestowed a gift on you," Sweetie Belle said.
"You like this gift and you love the aroma. You may go for now."

The slave gave a satisfied giggle as she stumbled to the doorway.

The rest of the day was amazing as well. Sweetie Belle learned of Autumn's gifts that had been passed onto her as well. Autumn taught her the best ways to maintain an enormously, secret garden. And indeed, the garden Sweetie Belle awoke in was enormously secret. There were all sorts of little alcoves and areas with hidden treasures beyond her wildest dreams.

On top of it, she found that she could communicate with animals. She spent much of her afternoon chatting and singing with the forest creatures along with visiting a small mine where seven small ponies were working. She sang to them as well and one of the ponies told her she was beautiful, like an angel. Impulsively, Sweetie Belle gave him a nice kiss on the forehead.

"Aw gawrsh," he blushed as his face turned red as she giggled kindly.

Her mother showed her a gigantic library which she gave to her. Another bedroom was given to her; this one had a toy chest that contained a puppet of a little colt, a stuffed raccoon, a stuffed chameleon, a stuffed mouse in a suit, and many others.

Tea time was quite eventful. Her mother had hired a tea time companion for her while she tended to the garden and the animals. This pony wore a large top hat and kept insisting they move down the table every few minutes for a clean cup. There were so many kinds of sweets as well; vanilla cake, chocolate cake, strawberry shortcake, cheesecake, marble cake, ice cream cake, pecan pie, gooseberry pie, apple pie, apple dumplings, strawberry tarts, peach cobbler, angel food cake, it all made her mouth water in delight.

Next she was shown a large room made entirely of sweets. The grass was made of mint strips that cooled her inside and out. Marshmallows drifted along the flowing chocolate river, adding milky-white spirals to the luxurious liquid. Mushrooms were scattered about with different tops; one was a chocolate cup with peanut butter on the inside. Another was a sugar apple coated in rich, gooey caramel. A third was a chocolate-coated raspberry.

Everywhere candy trees of all types were scattered across the room; candy floss conifers, chocolate pretzel pines, french vanilla ferns, brown sugar sycamores, pineapple palm trees, maple sugar leaf trees that dribbled down a gooey shower of syrup from its leaves, Belgian chocolate birches, chocolate cheery-cherry blossoms, and candy trees she couldn't even name.

In a grotto adjacent to it was a fair-sized candy factory. Sweetie Belle found it to be quite enjoyable as she watched the workers-small, orange pony-like creatures with curly, green manes and tails-create various candies and confections and she even made a few of her own. It was truly a delight.

The filly was overwhelmed by so much; the amount and sizes of the rooms, the rooms within the rooms, secret doors, passageways undiscovered until that day, secret rooms within the secret rooms, a room that looked on all of the rooms via monitors, so many secrets to keep Sweetie Belle preoccupied.

Unfortunately for her, that was exactly what they wanted. As she laid in the darkness with her eyes closed, a voice whispered,

"Sweetie Belle. Awaken, my Sweetie Belle."

Like a mechanical doll, Sweetie Belle's eyes clicked open instantly. She stood up straight on her four legs as her jaw went slack and her eyes went blank.

"Very good, my little pet. Now you shall not remember me talking to you. You shall only remember the wonderful day you had and the commands you were given. Is that clear, my dear?"

"Yes, my master. I shall not remember talking to you. I shall only remember the wonderful day I had and the commands I was given."

"You shall continue to think of me as your master, as your leader, as your God, as your maker, as your creator, as your everything, as your life; you shall continue to think of yourself as my pet, as my puppet, as my slave, as my toy, as my follower, as my robot, as my drone, as my doll, as my humble, loyal, and ever-obedient servant."

"You are my master, my leader, my God, my maker, my creator, my everything, my life. I am but your pet, your puppet, your slave, your toy, your follower, your robot, your drone, your doll, your humble, loyal, and ever-obedient servant."

"You like to obey. You live to please your master."

"I like to obey. I live to please my master."

"Without your master, you are nothing."

"Without my master, I am nothing."

"Very good. If you continue to serve your master, your master shall reward you with fantasies and pleasures beyond your wildest imagination. Now when you hear a snap, you will walk back to the door. Once you reach the door, you will return to your normal self. When asked of the mess, you will say that you slipped in something. Is that clear?"

"Yes, my master."

"Very good, my slave."

The snap occurred a second time. Like clockwork, Sweetie Belle went back towards the door.