"Could you've said you saw this coming, sister?" The hornless Bass Canon mocked as she stared down at her sister.

The horn-ringed, collared, and cuffed unicorn only responded by continuing to lick the outstretched boot of the earth pony. That was all she was good for at this rate... until she thought of something better to do with her.

"The product of your creation, countless layers of brainwashing, and 'remixing' sitting before you... and you're licking her boots," the hornless Bass chuckled. Tugging her boot away, she leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, and offering her unpolished boot out to her sister.

"I find it ironic that you let this happen. Your little sister, still more fresh compared to you in your life, arresting control of your company, your life, and your livelihood. Are you happy being on your hands and knees, dear?" The twin asked, smiling at her older sister.

"I-... yes, I am, Mistress Canon," the unicorn said meekly between licks. As she finished, she went back to her duties, befitting for a lowly slave.

"Good, and since we do have the same name... it won't matter who's in charge of your company. Don't worry, with having lived as you for so long, I won't have to worry about messing up. I'm you in mind and body, dear sister," the twin went on to monologue, "and you... you're just a slave to your own creation now."

"How does that make you feel?"

The older sister paused, bowing her head down. She appeared to stare at her collar and leash, even raising her manacles and pulling them taut. Despite all of that, she wasn't denied the one thing she loved: latex.

"I love it, Mistress" she said simply. Lowering her hands down in front of her again, she leaned in, smiling. "This makes me-... this makes your slave happy, Mistress Canon."

The twin laughed uproariously. Such was their little games of one-upping one another... and she finally managed to one-up her older sister indefinitely. A little bit of brainwashing, plus the help of their blonde, hypnotist friend, she was made into a pliable slave for them both to play with. She'd have to go in regularly to get further conditioned, but this was far too good of a treat for the twin.

"You've made me happy to hear that, dear. Now, get back to your duties, sister. I want these boots polished with your tongue before we go and see Blondie again," the twin explained, "we have to make sure you stay happy with your new role."

Author's Note

Extremely short, but a sort of sequel to "To Bass and Back Again".