Sugarcoat entered into the adjoining room, where Twilight and Sunset waited.

“So, what are we supposed to do?” Sugarcoat asked.

Twilight smiled. “Wear this.” She held up a leash and a collar. The collar had a heart-shaped bit of plastic on it reading “PET.”

Sugarcoat struggled to comprehend what she was seeing. “Um. No.”

“Fine. Then I guess you won’t get your friendship lesson.” Twilight twirled the leash.
Sugarcoat scowled. She glanced at Sunset Shimmer, expecting her, rather selfishly, to help her out and make a case against wearing the collar.

“Fine,” Sugarcoat grumbled. “I’ll wear it.”

“That’s a good girl.” Twilight slipped the collar over Sugarcoat’s head and fastened it around her neck.

“Please don’t call me that,” Sugarcoat said. She pinched the bit and inspected it. “Really? Plastic? You were too cheap for a metal tag?”

“Hmm.” Twilight tugged on the collar, pulling Sugarcoat’s head forward.

“You can have a metal tag when you earn it,” Twilight said, tapping Sugarcoat on the nose.
Sugarcoat rolled her eyes and groaned. She looked over her shoulder and happened to see the rest of the Shadowbolts staring at her through the door. She wondered what she had gotten herself into.

“Come on,” Twilight tugged on the leash. “Let’s go outside and play.”

Twilight’s new pet drew quite a bit of attention from onlookers as Twilight walked her pet to the park. Twilight was fine. Sunset was fine. Heck, Sugarcoat’s presence amongst them wasn’t something most people would question. But when they saw the leash, that was when they became prone to uttering “ums” and “uhs”.

“Yes?” Twilight would answer them, twirling the handle of the leash in her hands as if dragging another person around with a leash on them in broad daylight was the most natural thing in the world. Her audacity was usually enough to make them refrain from asking questions.

They arrived at the park. Twilight found a bench for them to rest on.

“Let’s sit here,” Twilight indicated the bench of her choice.

“The rest of the girls and I usually sit over there,” Sugarcoat said, pointing over to the other side of the park.

“Now, Sugarcoat,” Twilight said, looping and pulling the leash through her fingers, “I’m beginning to suspect you’re being defiant just for the sake of being defiant.”

Sugarcoat glared. “No. I just … don’t like being told what to do.”

“Well, if you’re going to be a better friend, you’re going to have to do exactly what I tell you.” Twilight said.

Sunset cleared her throat.

“Oh, and Sunset, too, of course. And I say, we are sitting on this bench.” Twilight sat down. She gestured for Sunset to sit next to her left, patting the bench. After Sunset took her spot, Twilight tugged the leash and motioned for Sugarcoat to sit down.

“Ugh.” Sugarcoat groaned, reluctantly taking a seat. She crossed her arms and sulked.

“I gotta say, I’ve never seen you like this before, Twilight,” Sunset said. “So confident. So commanding. I must admit, it suits you,” Sunset laid her arm across the bench in what was no
doubt a prelude to wrapping her arm around Twilight.

“What can I say?” Twilight said. “I’m getting really into this! You know, we got this idea out of Shining Armor’s book. Maybe it runs in the family?”

“Who knows!” Sunset said.

“In my experience, fetishes don’t really work like that,” Sugarcoat said.

“Oh, really?” Twilight asked. “How do you know what?” She blushed. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Psych class,” Sugarcoat said.

“Uh, Twilight?” Sunset asked.

“Yes, Sunset?”

Sunset pointed at Sugarcoat.

“Eh? Sunset, I’m not sure what you’re getting at.”

Sunset glared. She mimed the gesture of yanking on a rope.

“Oh!” Twilight said, looking down at the leash. “Right, right. Uh,” Twilight jerked on the leash.

“I mean, who gave you permission to speak, pet?”

“Ugh!” Sugarcoat groaned, rolling her eyes. “Do I really have to suffer through this the entire day?”

“Yes,” Twilight said, “yes, you do. That’s what you volunteered for, remember?”

“I remember,” Sugarcoat said. She grabbed at the collar. “Can I at least adjust this collar a little? It’s a little tight.”

“Mm, I don’t know,” Twilight said, looking to Sunset, both of them with smiles on their faces.

“What do you think, Sunset? Can she adjust her collar?”

“Maybe,” Sunset said. “If she asks nicely.”

“May I please adjust this collar?” Sugarcoat asked.

“Mm, no,” Sunset said. “Still not nice enough for me.”

“What?” Sugarcoat said. “That was absolutely nice! What is wrong with you?”

“Oh, yes, it was very nice,” Twilight said, “but we are looking for extra nice, Sugarcoat.”

“What is that even supposed to mean!?” Sugarcoat snapped. She looked down at the collar and had an epiphany. “Ooh.”

Beginning to grasp the gist of it, Sugarcoat dropped from the bench and got on her knees. “Pretty please can I adjust the collar, mistress?”

“That’s better,” Twilight said. “You may.”

Sugarcoat sighed in relief. “Finally.” She began adjusting the collar, shifting it on her neck until it stopped being so damn tight. She began moving towards the bench, but stopped. She looked at Twilight with a glare. “Do I have to ask for permission to sit on the bench, too?”

“No,” Twilight answered happily. “That, you can do freely. You can sit wherever you like. As long as it’s in range of the leash.”

Sugarcoat grumbled, climbing back onto the bench.

“What’s that muttering, pet?” Twilight asked. She reached over and cupped Sugarcoat’s chin. “Are you discontent?”

Sugarcoat instinctively slapped Twilight’s hand away. Twilight yanked firmly on the leash as punishment.

“Oh, watch out for this one, Sunset,” Twilight said. “It bites.”

“Should we take her back to the pound?” Sunset joked. She and Twilight laughed.

“Agh!” Sugarcoat shouted, unable to contain her frustration. “Twilight, Sunset, I don’t see how this, in any way, is going to improve my ability to be a better friend or a better person! I mean, parading me around like a pet like this? What am I supposed to take from this? What’s the friendship lesson here!?”

“I see,” Twilight said. “Well, it’s quite simple, Sugarcoat.”

“It is?”

“Oh yeah,” Sunset chimed in. “Very simple lesson.”

“Obviously not that simple, or I would have gotten it by now,” Sugarcoat said.

“Fine. I’ll explain. The lesson, Sugarcoat, is that sometimes, to be a good friend, you have to be uncomfortable and do things that you don’t want to do to help your friend out.”

Sugarcoat glared at Twilight, then perked up, her eyes widening as a light of realization blanketed them. “Ooh!”

“Does it all make sense now?” Sunset asked.

“Yes,” Sugarcoat said. “Very much.” She grabbed at the collar. “Can I take this off now?”

“No,” Twilight said. “You have to go through with that one for the entire day, remember?”

“Yes,” Sugarcoat said, strained. “I was hoping you’d forgot.”

“Nice try,” Sunset said. “Oh, hey, I think I see Rarity.”

Rarity came up to them, wearing a blue sundress and yellow sun hat.

“Hello, darlings! Sunset, Twilight, lovely to see you as always.” Rarity paused, seeing Sugarcoat sitting next to Twilight with a leash around her neck.

“Twilight?” Rarity leaned in to whisper, “who is this?” She gestured to Sugarcoat, “and why is she ...”

“I can hear you,” Sugarcoat said. “There’s no point in you whispering, and frankly, I’m offended that you would do so. Just because they’re treating me like trash doesn’t mean you have to, you know.”

“Trash?” Rarity said. “Darling, what is she talking about?”

Twilight chuckled. “Ignore her, Rarity. She doesn’t know what she’s saying.” Twilight rubbed her thumb over the leash, threatening to tug on it again but unwilling to do so when Rarity was watching her. “This is Sugarcoat. You remember her. One of the Shadowbolts? She competed with us at the Friendship Games?”

“Oh yes, that I remember,” Rarity said. “Was she one of the ones who encouraged you to turn into that awful demonic form you had?”

Sugarcoat’s eyes widened. She brought her palm over her face in embarrassment at the memory.

“Why, yes,” Twilight answered, amused by Sugarcoat’s embarrassment. “Yes, she was. But that’s all behind us now. Water under the bridge, right, Sugarcoat?” Twilight tapped Sugarcoat on the shoulder.

“Yeah,” Sugarcoat said, though it was a bit forced. “Water under the bridge.”

“I’m curious about one thing, darlings,” Rarity said, “why is she wearing a collar, and why are you holding her on a leash?”

“Technically that’s two things,” Sugarcoat said.

“It’s a compound,” Rarity said.

“That’s actually quite easy to explain,” Twilight said. “Simply put, Sugarcoat and the other Shadowbolts told me and Sunset that they wanted to be better people.”

“Huh! Really? You mean it?”

“See?” Twilight turned to Sugarcoat with a smug grin. “Rarity doesn’t believe you, either. So you can probably understand by now why we’re putting you through this.” She turned back to Rarity. “Anyway, Sunset and I didn’t believe them, so we decided to put them all through a series of tests over the next week. This is the first day, and it’s Sugarcoat’s test.”

“And her test is to … wear a dog collar?” Rarity asked, confused.
“Technically, my test is to be a ‘pet’ for the day,” Sugarcoat said. “Which I could potentially do without having to wear a dog collar.” Sugarcoat glared at Twilight. “Just saying.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Yes. Her test is to be a pet.”

“I don’t really see how that helps her become a better person,” Rarity said.

“Ha!” Sugarcoat said. “Checkmate.”

“It’s to teach her humility, Rarity,” Twilight said, “something she and a lot of other Crystal Prep students lack. And after a day of walking around like this, she might have a better idea of what being a good person is like.” Twilight clenched her fists against her knees. “She might have a better understanding of what she and the others put me through.”

“Oh, my gosh,” Sugarcoat said. “What else do you want me to say, Twilight Sparkle? ‘I’m sorry’? Well, here you go. I’m sorry. We’re all sorry. We were mean to you, we made you do something you didn’t want to do, and we didn’t realize what we’re doing was wrong until it was too late. There. Are you happy now!?”

Twilight, Sunset and Rarity were all stunned into silence.

“Yes,” Twilight answered, “yes, I am.” Twilight was awkward for a moment. She reached over and placed a hand on Sugarcoat’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Good,” Sugarcoat said, crossing her arms. “I’m glad you’re happy. Can I take this off now?”

Twilight looked to Sunset, who gave a thumbs-down. Twilight tugged on the leash. “No.”

Sugarcoat gagged, the collar being pulled a little too tight and choking her.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry!” Twilight said. She put her fingers under the collar and put some space between it and Sugarcoat’s neck to give Sugarcoat room to catch her breath. “I didn’t mean to hurt you! It was an accident!”
“Oh my,” Rarity blushed, stepping back and putting her handbag over her face. “I didn’t realize this was that kind of test. If you’ll excuse me, Twilight, I – I have to go.” Rarity turned and fled the scene.

“What was that all about?” Twilight asked. She and Sunset exchanged looks.

“Sunset, you don’t think ...”

“Nah, couldn’t be,” Sunset said. “A posh girl like Rarity? There’s no way she would be into bondage.”

“You idiots. Of course she’s into bondage,” Sugarcoat said. “I mean, look at the blush she had on her face. That is the face of a woman who just ran into her fetish when she wasn’t expecting it. Plus, did you see the way she ran off? She was clearly embarrassed.”

Twilight adjusted her glasses. “Okay, Sugarcoat, here’s your first actual normal lesson for being a better person and friend. Good people don’t just call people idiots like that.”

“Noted.” Sugarcoat said. She inhaled sharply. “I will try to be better about that in the future.”

“Hey, I know,” Sunset hopped to her feet, clapping. “I just had an idea. The air here is getting a bit stale for me, so … why don’t we go to the dog park?”

“The dog park?” Sugarcoat asked. “Why would we go to -” Sugarcoat’s eyes bugged out. “No. No, no, no. I’m not going to the dog park. You are not going to make me go to the dog park.”

“Why not?” Sunset asked. “It’s where most people bring their pets, and you’re our pet.”

“I am not-” Sugarcoat looked down at her collar. “Twilight, you’re an idiot.”

Twilight frowned. “Sugarcoat, are you learning anything? Fine.” Twilight jerked on the leash. “I guess reinforcement is the key to learning and remembering a lesson.”
“Hmm.” Sunset inspected Sugarcoat’s face. She was getting suspicious. A suspicion which Sugarcoat confirmed when she grabbed the collar and seemed to pull it tighter. “Twilight, stop pulling for a second.”

“Okay,” Twilight said, easing up her grip. Sugarcoat panted and breathed heavily. Her cheeks were red and a bit of sweat was going down her forehead.

“Uh-huh,” Sunset said. “Twilight, why don’t you tie her to the bench and come with me? I want to talk to you about something. In private.”

“Alright. Just let me ...” Twilight fiddled, looping the leash around the arm of the bench. She walked away from the bench with Sunset.

“What do you want to talk about, Sunset?” Twilight asked once they were a good distance away.

“Sugarcoat,” Sunset said. “Now, call me crazy … but, I think she likes being choked.”

“What?”

“Think about it, Twilight,” Sunset said. “I think she knows she shouldn’t call people idiots. I think she did it just now on purpose to get you to choke her. And you saw how sure she was that Rarity was into bondage. Do you think maybe … just maybe … she recognized that in Rarity because she recognized it as being like herself?”

“I see your point,” Twilight said, “but let’s assume you’re right. What should we do about it?”
“Well ...” Sunset leaned over and glanced past Twilight’s shoulder. She pointed at the bench.

“For starters, we could keep Sugarcoat from trying to get out of the collar.”

“What?” Twilight whipped around and saw Sugarcoat trying to pull the collar off her head.
"Sugarcoat, wait!" Twilight and Sunset ran up to her. "Stop! That wasn't part of the deal."

"If this is what I have to put up with, then as far as I'm concerned, the deal is off!" Sugarcoat tugged and struggled, trying to slip free of the collar.

Twilight wrapped an arm around herself self-consciously. Her eyes grew a little wet. "Have I really been that bad to you?" She looked at Sugarcoat with pleading eyes.

Sugarcoat pursed her lips, feeling a sliver of guilt. She ignored it and continued her effort to get free.

"Sugarcoat, look what you did!" Sunset said, placing an arm around Twilight. "You made Twilight cry!"

"She's not crying," Sugarcoat said. "She's just close to it. Not the same thing. Oh, and by the way, nice try, Sunset, but you're not gonna guilt-trip me. Maybe once this whole thing is over and we've got our Friendship Lessons, we can give you some emotional manipulation lessons, Sunset. Cinch could teach you a lot."

Sunset chuckled awkwardly. "Haa! I don't think I need those. I try not to do that as much anymore."

"And I don't want Cinch within thirty feet of me," Twilight added.

"Uh-huh." Sugarcoat placed a foot on the bench and tried to jerk free. She pulled too hard, tugging on the collar, and she made a noise that was a cross between a gasp for air and a moan for pleasure.

Sunset nudged Twilight in the elbow. "Twilight, did you catch that?"

"Yeah, I did," Twilight said. She cupped her chin.

"I have an idea," Sunset whispered, "maybe two, depending on how you count them." Sunset cleared her throat. "You know what, Sugarcoat? Let's not go to the dog park."

Sugarcoat lit up at this suggestion. "Yes! Let's not do that."

"If we agree not to do that, will you stop trying to escape?" Sunset asked.

Sugarcoat was about to answer when she realized she'd been caught in a trap. "Clever, doing that little bait-and-switch. I see what you did there, Sunset Shimmer. I guess you're better at this manipulation thing than I first thought."

Sunset laughed nervously. "I may have some experience, yes."

"What do you say, Sugarcoat?" Twilight asked. "How about we untie you from that bench and just go back to my place?"

"That sounds swell," Sugarcoat said. She let go of the leash.

Twilight went up to the bench and untied the knot. Sugarcoat walked around in front of her, and gasped when she felt a foot strike her in the middle of her back and knock her to her knees.

"But," Twilight said, she and Sunset standing over Sugarcoat. To Sugarcoat, they looked like giants. "As a punishment for your little escape attempt, we're going to make you walk on all fours like a dog ..." Twilight glanced up back at the city. "At least, as long we're still in the park. Probably wouldn't be safe to make you walk like this once we're back in the city and have to go through a crosswalk."

"Ugh," Sugarcoat groaned. However, she complied, walking on all fours. Twilight 'walked' her up until they reached the city limits, whereupon she was permitted to stand on two legs again. To Sugarcoat's relief, they didn't come across anybody she knew in the park.

"How humiliating," Sugarcoat dusted off her skirt. "I shudder to think what might have happened if we had seen someone that I know."

"I'm sure we can make that happen, if we really want," Sunset remarked when she pushed the button for pedestrians at the stoplight.

Sugarcoat inhaled sharply. "Please no. Don't. Don't, under any circumstances, do that."

"Why not?" Twilight asked. She leaned over and cupped Sugarcoat's chin. "Because it would be embarrassing?"

"Yes!"

"Then behave and be a good pet," Twilight said, slapping Sugarcoat on the cheek. "Or else we'll make that your next punishment."

Sugarcoat grumbled.

The safety light came on, informing the girls it was safe to cross, and Sugarcoat continued to mutter under her breath as they walked by. Sugarcoat turned her head, noticing the stares of the stopped drivers as Twilight paraded her across the street like a prize poodle.

"Eyes up ahead, please," Twilight said, placing a hand on Sugarcoat's head and moving back into place. Sugarcoat groaned. "And less complaining."

Twilight, Sunset, and Sugarcoat arrived at Twilight's house.

"No place like home, sweet home," Twilight remarked once they were all inside.

"Yeah, sure, great. Are we done now?" Sugarcoat grabbed at the collar. "Can I go now? Are we finished with this?"

"Sugarcoat," Twilight said scoldingly, "you should know better. We said it was for the entire day, didn't we?"

"You did say that. And your point is?"

"Is the day over yet?" Twilight asked, gesturing to a window where sunlight was pouring through the window.

"No," Sugarcoat answered frustratedly.

"Then we're not done!" Twilight said, raising her hands.

"Point of order," Sugarcoat said. "Does day mean only for the entirety of the period when the sun is visible, or is for a full twenty-four hour period?"

"What do you think, Sunset?" Twilight asked.

"Let's be a little easy on her - and the rest of them," Sunset said. "Make it while the sun is still out. Besides, I'm not sure how we could make sure they did the test for twenty-four hours - we have to sleep sometime. And I bet a few of them are going to be even nastier than Sugarcoat has been, so pushing our luck with them across a whole twenty-four hours is ..." Sunset let her silence speak for her.

"Okay," Twilight said.

"Can you ever make any decisions without consulting Sunset?" Sugarcoat asked.

"I can!" Twilight insisted. "I just prefer doing it with her, because she's my friend, something you might understand after your lesson, if I still feel like giving you your lesson at the end of today after all the sass you've been giving me!"

Sugarcoat rolled her eyes.

"You know what? I think you deserve a time-out." Twilight looped the end of the leash around the coat rack by the door and tied it tight. "You stay there while Sunset and I figure out what to do with you."

Sunset and Twilight went into the kitchen, leaving Sugarcoat alone by the coat rack.

"Let's see what she does," Sunset suggested.

Twilight and Sunset peered by the edge of the kitchen door, watching Sugarcoat to see what she would do.

Sugarcoat stood there looking annoyed.

"Alright," Sunset said. "She seems to be behaving so far ..."

Sugarcoat tapped her foot impatiently. She checked her watch. She glanced at the window. Soon, it all proved too much for her, and she began attempting to escape again.

"And there she goes," Twilight muttered dryly, rolling her eyes and pushing her glasses up on her face.

Sugarcoat grabbed the leash and yanked on it, trying to yank it off the rock even if meant possibly damaging the leash and tearing it apart.

"Isn’t Crystal Prep, like, super snobby with high standards?" Sunset asked.

"Yeah?" Twilight said.

"You'd think she'd be a bit smarter and just try to untie it," Sunset muttered.

"You would think."

Sugarcoat continued yanking on the leash. The coat rack gave way before the leash did, tipping over and falling, taking Sugarcoat with it and pulling her to the ground. Sugarcoat let out an ack! and gripped at the collar, blushing and moaning as the collar became far too tight. After a minute, she panted with a delirious expression on her face.

"There," Sunset said. "There is it again. You see it, right, Twilight?"

"I see it," Twilight said, "but I'm not sure what it is I'm seeing."

"Sugarcoat is into being choked, Twilight," Sunset said.

"Really?" Twilight said. "People are into that?"

"Yes," Sunset said. "It's actually a very common fetish. It's called erotic asphyxiation. Wait, that wasn't in your brother's bondage book? That seems like it should have been on like, the first page."

"Maybe," Twilight said. "But now that we know this information, what do you expect me to do with it, Sunset? I mean, it's not like I can just go up and choking her on purpose! That feels wrong."

"No," Sunset said. "No, Twilight, you're not going to choke her ... on purpose."

"What are you saying?"

"I have a plan." A plan which Sunset whispered into Twilight's ear.

Twilight stepped back into the living room. She cleared her throat and put her hands behind her back, making an effort to look like a dignified lady.

Sugarcoat grimaced when Twilight came back in. She put her fingers under the collar to give herself some space and to stop herself from being choked ... and turned on. She hoped Twilight hadn't noticed.

"Sugarcoat, I am here to inform you there's been a change of plans," Twilight said.

"Is that so?" Sugarcoat asked. "I guess it's too much to hope for that this change of plans involves taking this collar off me?"

"You guess right," Twilight said. She went over and put the coat rack up, pulling Sugarcoat with it like a trout on a fishing line, Twilight paying no attention to how adjusting the coat rack with the leash tied sent Sugarcoat flying all over the room. She didn't pay mind to Sugarcoat until the rack was upright, at which point she untied the leash.

Sunset entered the room, and Twilight dropped the leash into Sunset's hand.

"Sunset will be taking you to my bedroom while I go and ... get ready," Twilight said.

"Get ready?" Sugarcoat asked with a hint of fear in her voice. "Get ready for what?"

"You'll see," Twilight said, which just made Sugarcoat more afraid of what she had in store.

"Come on, pet," Sunset said, wrapping the leash around her palm. She walked Sugarcoat through the house and up the stairs, taking her into Twilight's room.

Once inside, Sunset tied Sugarcoat's leash to Twilight's bed post.

"Don't try getting out of this knot," Sunset said. "Twilight's knots are pretty good, but mine are better. See you soon!"

Sunset waved at Sugarcoat and left the room, shutting the door behind her with a click.

Sugarcoat scoffed. "Yeah, sure, right." Sugarcoat pulled on the leash. Sunset wasn't exaggerating. Right away, she noticed a difference in the way the leash pulled on her neck compared to when it had been Twilight making the knots. If she wasn't so desperate to keep her fetish a secret, she might just stay there and use the leash like this.

Good job, Sunset Shimmer, Sugarcoat thought, but you're not going to get me to reveal myself that easily.

Sugarcoat pulled on the leash again. It felt so wonderfully tight, she was sorely tempted to play with it. But she resisted the temptation.

Taking a moment to stop, take a breath, and calm down, Sugarcoat reevaluated her situation. Focusing with a razor-sharp concentration only a Crystal Prep student could have, she popped the collar off over her head and made for the door.

She wiggled the knob, but it just clicked away uselessly.

"How did they lock it from the outside!?" Sugarcoat exclaimed. She heard feet shuffling from the door. She decided it would be best to go back to the bed and put the collar over her head so her tormentors didn't know she had tried to escape.

The door clicked and swung open. Sunset stood by the door with a satisfied smirk and bowed. Twilight appeared, barefoot and dressed in a see-through purple negligee.

"You look fantastic, Twilight," Sunset said.

"Really?" Twilight said, blushing.

"No," Sugarcoat said. "Purple really isn't your color."

Sunset glared at her. "And this, students, is Sugarcoat generously offering us an example of what is known as 'being wrong.'"

"It's not!" Sugarcoat insisted. "A light blue would be a much better color with her complexion!"

"And this, class, is an example of being stubbornly wrong," Sunset said.

"No worries, Sunset," Twilight said, her expression suggesting she couldn't wait to punish Sugarcoat. "I'll take it from here. Leave her to me."

"Of course," Sunset closed the door.

"So, what's the plan?" Sugarcoat asked.

"It's simple," Twilight said, producing a book and a CD player. "I'm going to listen to some music and read a book. You ... are going to escape and get out of the collar."

"What?" Sugarcoat asked. "Really?"

"Well, you're going to try," Twilight said. "I'm going to be holding the leash the entire time in one hand while I read with the other."

Sugarcoat was about to say something. Twilight pressed a finger to her lips.

"No more questions," Twilight said. "I'm sure it will all become clear soon. Let's get started."

Twilight set the CD player down on her nightstand and pressed play. She laid on her stomach on the bed, opening the book to a random page. She untied the leash and held it in her hand.

Sugarcoat felt the leash around her neck. It was much looser fitting now Twilight had untied it.

Sugarcoat looked over her shoulder at Twilight. She seemed entranced by her book, holding the leash idly in her other hand. It seemed like it should be an easy matter to move fast enough without her noticing that the leash simply slipped out of her hand.

Sugarcoat dashed for the door, but the collar pulled taut around her neck, sending her crashing onto her ass.

Sugarcoat breathed heavily. She felt the tight collar around her neck. Twilight's grip on it was deceptively strong.

Sugarcoat felt a flush of arousal shoot through her snatch, and she cursed herself for being so weak. She wasn't going to let Twilight see her like this. She wasn't going to let Twilight see her on her knees and panting like - well, like a dog.

Sugarcoat gripped the bed post and clambered to her feet. She tried to make another dash, but the collar pulled tight again and threw her onto her face.

"Had enough?" Twilight asked.

"Hardly," Sugarcoat said. She pushed herself up and stepped back to give herself a running start. She sprinted, and she could feel the leash move on Twilight's hand. But Twilight felt it too, and took steps to correct, tightening her grip and pulling on the leash.

Sugarcoat's feet went out from under her, and she fell on her bum again, the collar tighter than ever now on her neck. To make matters worse for, Twilight's 'music' had started up, and it wasn't music at all; it was a recording track of a woman moaning and Sugarcoat couldn't tell for sure, but she also sounded like she was being choked.

Oh no, Sugarcoat thought. She totally knows.

Sugarcoat gagged when Twilight gave a yank on the leash.

"Pets should not try to escape from their mistresses," Twilight growled.

"You're not my mistress!" Sugarcoat snapped, a tear rolling from her eye, but it was more from the choking rather than emotions.

Sunset burst into the room. "Twilight, wait! I just realized we didn't establish safe words!"

Twilight and Sugarcoat glared at Sunset oddly.

"Safe ... word?"

"You know!" Sunset said. "A safe word for if it starts to actually hurt and you want to stop!"

Twilight and Sugarcoat continued staring oddly.

"You ... you don't know what a safe word is? Goodness, the state of sex in this world is really poor compared to Equestria, isn't it? Oh, whatever. Just ... shout "Sunset, help me" if something goes ... horribly wrong." Sunset closed the door.

"Well, that was weird," Sugacoat said.

Twilight snapped right back into the swing of things, pulling and tugging on Sugarcoat's leash and choking her, making her gag and gasp for air.

"Say I'm your mistress!" Twilight shouted.

"N-never!" Sugarcoat choked.

Twilight gave the leash a yank and smacked Sugarcoat's head against the side of the mattress. "Say it!"

"No!" Oh, goodness, this collar is so tight! Sugarcoat was losing air. She was getting wet. She was beginning to love every second of this, but she still didn't want Twilight to know. She was reminded of why she was into being choked. It was the excitement, the thrill, the rush from being put into a dangerous position while being sexually pleasured, which made the pleasure that much greater, made sweeter by the fact one would still be able to get out of in time if it proved too much and someone got actually hurt instead of play hurt, provided one had a proper partner.

Sugarcoat did not think Twilight would be a proper partner, but that said more about her dim view of everyone who wasn't herself or a Shadowbolt than it did about Twilight's fitness as a bondage partner.

"Say ... I'm ... your mistress!" Twilight growled, coiling the leash around both her wrists like cuffs and using that to pull tighter.

"N-no!" Sugarcoat whimpered, moaning and breathing sharply, her chest rising rapidly. She was so wet. Her vagina was winking so much. The moaning on the recording filled the room. Her face was turning blue.

"Say it!" Twilight gave the leash another mighty pull, possibly leaving an impression on Sugarcoat's neck by now.

"N ..." Sugarcoat gasped. She was close now, too close to stop. She was going to cum. She could feel it. She choked and gasped for air one more time. "Yes! YES! ... You're my mistress! You're ... my mistress! I'm sorry I didn't realize it ... sooner, but ... y-you are m-my ... OH!"

Sugarcoat moaned, tilting her head back. Her body shook as she climaxed. Her vagina winked rapidly, cum pouring out and escaping from under her skirt, leaving a puddle on Twilight's flooring. After she finished cumming, she lay limp against the side of Twilight's bed.

" ... fantastic ... mistress," Sugarcoat muttered. Her neck rolled like a ragdoll, and she closed her eyes.

Twilight reached down and put a hand on Sugarcoat's neck to check her pulse. She was still breathing. Her recovery assured, Twilight went to celebrating herself.

"Ooh! That was fun!" Twilight squealed, holding the leash tightly in her hands. She looked at the sleeping Sugarcoat resting on her bed and twirled the leash idly around her fingers, a grin spreading across her face like an infection.

"I wonder what kind of crazy fun I can come up with for the others."

Author's Note

You see, it is a pun, because "with sugar on top" sounds like something you would do for a food order, while also playing off the sexual definition of "top," but there is an added element of humor in subversion, as Sugarcoat is in fact closer to a bottom in this chapter.

I'm very smurt.