Breaking the Belle

X: The Show

Three Weeks Later

Sweetie Belle’s Birthday

Rarity flitted around the boutique, carefully lifting outfit after outfit down from clothes rails and shelves, folding them neatly, before stowing them away in a multitude of boxes that covered the floor of the room. As each box was filled, she’d carefully seal it shut, before a bolt of black and white would shoot in through the front door. Sweetie Belle - magic collar locked proudly in place again, wearing two pairs of cute latex boots - would eagerly scurry into the house, picking up one of the finished boxes, before taking it out the front and loading it into the back of a small carriage. The latex wrapped around her horn was still in place, meaning magic was always going to be off the table now.

Sweetie had no idea what was happening, but that didn’t matter. Her Mistress was organizing it, and that way it was guaranteed to be perfect! Sweetie remembered her Mistress mentioning that they were getting ready for a birthday surprise for her, which filled her with excitement and glee as she loaded up.

With the carriage full, Rarity slipped out the front door, locking it behind her, one final box floating in her magic. The sun was setting as she placed the box down, opening it up. Out floated several bits of attire, some of which Sweetie recognized.

Standing tall, the little filly beamed as she felt that familiar saddle being placed atop her back again, the straps tightening around her midriff. Out came a mess of straps and locks, which Rarity slipped carefully over her Pet’s muzzle, closing it behind her head. With the rig in place, she attached a pair of blinders, before tapping Sweetie’s jaw. Faithfully she opened her mouth, moaning slightly as a wooden bit was placed between her teeth and fastened in place.

“Aren’t you a cute little workhorse?” Rarity cooed, stepping back to appreciate her work. As she walked around to the front of the carriage, Sweetie followed suit. There she saw two wooden poles protruding out, and several more heavy duty straps that would connect her to the carriage. Sliding into place, she smiled as her Mistress sealed her in, before widening her eyes as she felt something press against her nethers.

“Oh, that? It’s just a little treat for you Pet, to encourage you to pull faster.”

A long, tapered, cylindrical dildo poked into Sweetie’s pussy, the other end attached to the axle of the carriage. As Rarity climbed up on top, pulling at the reins she’d put in place on Sweetie’s head, the two set off. With each turn of the axle, the dildo was pushed forwards and pulled backwards, leaving Sweetie moaning with excitement and lust.

“To Canterlot, my Pet.”

Rarity settled back in her seat as Sweetie set to work. Progress was unsurprisingly slow, but Rarity wasn’t going to criticize. She had a big birthday show planned, and she didn’t want Sweetie tired before she’d even arrived. Instead, she took the slow pace as a chance to take in the sights of Ponyville.

Change was always quick there, but the grip Twilight’s ideas had taken was nothing short of impressive.

She spotted Applejack and her Pet Apple Bloom wandering down one of the roads, the little one pulling a cart of apples as Applejack bellowed out prices. Stallions and mares would walk over, buy an apple or two from AJ, before cooing over the cute little one, playing with her mane or running their hooves down her body. Rarity could occasionally hear moans and groans drifting through the open windows of houses, perhaps the sounds of some would-be pets in training?

Down another road, coming towards the edge of Ponyville, Rarity came across a little project she’d heard mentioned a couple of times. Well, it was one of Pinkie’s projects, so make that a couple of thousand times.

A new store, with its sign being put in place over the door. It read

Pinkie Pie’s Pet Pony Party Parlor

Rarity had to admit, a Pet pony daycare was a fairly genius idea, and who better to run it than the friendliest pony in Ponyville? But with no sign of the owner in sight, the two simply continued on for Canterlot.

Now, Canterlot would be an interesting one. Sure, Twilight was influential, but her sphere of influence didn’t quite hold Canterlot the same way it did Ponyville. As a result, Rarity expected a little resistance from the day to day folk as she crossed the city boundary. Sure enough, she listened as gasps of shock rose up from passers by, stunned at the sight of a filly in such compromising attire, being used in such a way.

But Rarity wasn’t worried. Twilight’s messages may not have begun to influence the Canterlot elite yet, but Rarity had a little more clout among the posh ponies. She’d been a trendsetter before, no doubt she could do it again…

She called out to one onlooker as the two rode by.

“Please, my dear, don’t be so shocked! Pets are great for being assistants, for modeling, for stress relief...why wouldn't any self-respecting pony want one?"

Passing one, she quickly reassured another.

"Honestly my Dear, a beautiful accessory like this is just what a suave sophisticate like you needs!"

As she moved past each pony she spoke to, she listened as their shocked gasps morphed into murmurs among one another. It was great to be influential…

Especially as she rode into the red light district.

Whilst the average Canterlot resident knew little of her work, the underground red light scene was starting to catch word in a big way. She’d had several visits to her Ponyville boutique from Canterlot ponies, looking to purchase some of her special wares. But this was her chance to take her work from small time to big time. Turning one last corner, there it was. The largest building in the red light district, an events hall, whose sign outside read

The Canterlot Night Hall: Only the finest, most upstanding events.

Everyone knew that wasn’t true though. And below the main sign, in just as large text

for one night only, Rarity’s Latex and Leather Line!

They were lining up out the door. Perfect.

Turning down a quiet alleyway beside the venue, Rarity tugged at the reins, bringing her tired pet to a stop. She climbed down, removing the slick dildo from her vagina, before undoing all the straps that bound her to the carriage. Opening the side entrance, she instructed Sweetie to unload the carriage. As she did, Rarity peaked her head through the curtain. Every seat was occupied, every single one of them facing the long, well lit runway in the center. Turning back, Sweetie was dragging the last of the boxes into place. She stopped, trying her best to catch her breath after all the manual labor.

“Alright, Pet, I’ve kept you in the dark long enough. You’re a gorgeous little filly, and so your Mistress has organised the perfect birthday celebration for you. You get to show your pretty little self off, and you get to model all of your Mistress’ designs that you love to wear! Now, each box is numbered. Go find Number One, and get yourself dressed up. Then I’ll explain to you the rules of the evening.”

Sweetie began working through the boxes, searching for the one in question. There it was. Pulling it open, she quickly removed the contents, slipping into the outfit. It was a fairly formal piece of attire, dressing her up to look like a fairly smart receptionist. The stockings and skirt were all very nicely designed, with that seal of Rarity quality.

As she finished getting dressed, she turned to show herself off to her Mistress. She was overjoyed to see that smile of hers.

“Wonderful, darling. But I’m afraid there’s one little thing.”

Her horn flashed, and the collar clasped around her neck fell to the floor. Sweetie was stunned.

“You see, Pet, a receptionist wouldn’t be wearing a collar. It’s just not a part of the style. But that’s not the only reason. You see, there are a couple of caveats tonight. Rules. For starters, no orgasms. But I don’t want my own magic to be an influence. I need to see that you alone have the strength of will not to cum for your Mistress. And just to make it that little bit harder…”

Without stopping, she floated two small vibrators into place inside Sweetie’s holes, clicking them both on to a slow speed.

“If you cum before the show is over, there will be serious repercussions. I thought of what would be appropriate for a long, long time. But you see, this show is very important to me. This will make or break my career. So if you fail me, I think it’s only appropriate that you suffer for it.”

Sweetie gulped. Mistress’ smile had gone. This was serious.

“Also, one final caveat. You’ve walked runways before, but rarely were you inhibited in any way. Tonight will be different though. So, for every time you trip, you will lose your free time on one day of each week. Fall once, and you lose your free time on Monday. Twice, Monday and Tuesday. You get the idea. The cell will be waiting for you if you ever fail me. Don’t fail me.”

With that, she smacked Sweetie’s rump as the curtains suddenly drew open. This was it.

“It's time for your moment in the spotlight. Get walking, Pet.”

As Sweetie walked out on the runway, all the lights were on her. Blindingly bright, they took her back to the lights of the cell. But whilst the cell was deathly quiet, this place was filled with clamor and applause as ponies watched her walk. Timid at first, she quickly picked up her pace - not out of confidence, but because she knew Rarity was watching.

She reached the end of the runway. She looked down at the ponies that watched her, smiling to herself as their eyes dug into every inch of her body. Her stunning mane, her supple legs in those black lace stockings, her ample rump in that form-hugging skirt. Mistress had made her beautiful.

Invigorated by the thought, she gave the crowd a twirl as she turned back towards the curtains. Her skirt flipped up slightly, the ponies in the front row giving a mighty whoop. Perhaps they just liked the view, or perhaps they’d caught a glance of Rarity’s special inclusions, buzzing away inside her?

Disappearing backstage, she beamed up at her Mistress as she began to disrobe, eagerly stepping into the second outfit that was presented to her. This one was a maid’s outfit, similar to the one she’d seen Scootaloo wearing. Actually, it was fairly apparent the two were identical. In fact…

As Sweetie slipped into it, the whole garment smelt, odd. After a few seconds, it clicked. The whole thing stank of dried cum. This was actually Scootaloo’s outfit.

“Don’t worry, Pet. The outfit is in perfect condition, despite the smell. None of the crowd would know, unless they climbed up on stage and sniffed you.”

With that, out she went again. Sweetie felt a lot stranger this time than she had before, the stink of cum rapidly filling her nostrils. With each step more of the smell seeped into her, slowly beginning to cling to her fur. Strangest of all, it was a smell she’d learnt to love, and as such she was concerned her appreciation was starting to show behind her. Sure enough, as she twirled at the end of the runway, she saw a small trail of her own cum along the walkway. Hopefully none of the onlookers would see it though. Wolf-whistles and cheers rose from the crowd as she sauntered away again, her hips swaying with each step, shaking the frills of her dress in a pleasing way.

Back and forth Sweetie went several times, showing off the various day to day ‘Pet Outfits’ Rarity had lovingly designed. Each was met with whoops from the crowd as they progressively became tighter and tighter, revealing more and more of her body.

Sweetie returned again, slowly removing the ‘Farm-Hand’ outfit. As she did though, she saw her Mistress was holding up something similar, but at the same time, very, very different.

It was the workhorse outfit she’d worn on the walk to Canterlot.

“My dear Pet, that’s the last of the ‘day outfits’, but that doesn’t mean the show is over. We’ve still got the ‘night attire’ to demonstrate,” she said, leaning in, “and it’s bound to get very, very interesting.”

Rarity stood back as Sweetie worked her way into the gear. Looking back over the boxes, there were only a few outfits left, all of which were likely to really get the crowd going…

Fixing the blinkers and the bit to her Pet’s face, Rarity watched from the darkened backstage area as her pet strolled out onto the stage. The crowd was stunned, with Rarity noticing a few stallions towards the back trying to surreptitiously remove their stiffening cocks from their smart trousers. One of the more brazen stallions near the front already had done, his impressive tool in his hooves as Sweetie got closer and closer. Somehow though, he looked confident, almost as if he was inviting Sweetie to watch him, as if he was teasing the cute, flustered little Pet.

Rarity could feel her own pussy aching slightly as she watched her Pet spin around on the stage, and so she allowed one of her hooves to drift down to her clit, having taken the decision earlier that day to remove the cock - she wanted all her focus on her Pet. Gently she rubbed it as Sweetie moved towards her again, until she had a fiendish idea. Sweetie reappeared in the changing area, ready to remove her outfit. But Rarity had other plans. Beckoning the filly over, Rarity stood on her hind legs, positioning herself over Sweetie’s back - directly above the saddle. Atop the saddle was a handle, a thick knob that stuck out from the seat itself.

Sweetie moaned awkwardly to herself as her Mistress began to grind her pussy against the handle. She wanted to be the one that pleasured her Mistress, not some piece of clothing on her back. But still, if this was what Mistress wanted, Pet had no right to say otherwise. So, obediently she stood there as Rarity ground back and forth, until a warm, slick sensation began to trickle down Sweetie’s side.

As Rarity pulled away, so did all the gear.

“Two more, Pet.”

The first seemed simple. It looked like just two pairs of boots. It wasn’t that simple though.

The thigh-high boots were built in a similar way to high heels, but the angle was so extreme they were more akin to a ballet dancer on their points. Those heels must have been eight inches. Easily. She’d never be able to walk in those.

Rarity watched her Pet’s face turn gray. She knew the little filly expected to trip. But nonetheless, this was a part of the show.

Lowering each of Sweetie’s hooves into the shoes, Rarity watched the little filly wobble from left to right. This would be interesting.

“Off you go, Pet.”

Sweetie rocked out onto the runway, greeted by gasps of appreciation and rapturous applause from the crowd. A few more cocks had been whipped out in the crowd now. One had already cum.

Rarity watched as the filly teetered precariously atop the shoes. Now it was time to turn.

The crowd let out a collective wince and gasp as the foal toppled over, crashing to the ground in a crumpled heap. Rarity couldn’t help wince too, but more in frustration than concern. However, the gasps quickly stopped, morphing into yet more whistles and cheers. In the fall Sweetie’s back legs had slid apart, displaying her genitals to the crowd. The flash was only quick, so not everyone would’ve seen it. It gave Rarity an idea though. Clearly mortified by the error, Sweetie was quick to her hooves, making her way backstage again.

“I’m so sorry Mistress please I didn’t mean to I just couldn’t do it please don’t be mad at me I’m sorry-”

Rarity quickly cut the filly off.

“We’ll see, my Pet. Not long to go now, just one more outfit.”

Sweetie carefully freed herself from the boots as Rarity pulled out the last piece.

It was her birthday present, that cute little outfit she'd mischievously tried on against her Mistress' will, all those weeks ago.

This time, Sweetie was very, very slow to get into the outfit, asking for her Mistress’ permission to wear it first. When it was given, she was extremely eager, slipping into the leotard and socks with ease this time. She shivered with pleasure as the latex tugged at her fur, smiling as the collar came to rest again around her neck. She stopped to look at that collar again, the word ‘Pet’ emblazoned along the side. It made sense to her now.

Once the outfit was all on, Sweetie turned towards the stage one last time - but a hoof placed on her rump told her to stop.

“Ah, not just yet, my Pet. There’s a bit more gear for you first.”

Sweetie took a deep breath, standing still as the extra gear in question was put in place. That ball gag in her mouth, the blindfold over her eyes, and the spreader bar between her back legs. She knew all this gear well.

She felt the leash go taught.

“Walk, Pet.”

Rarity smiled as the crowd erupted into one final round of applause. Many were on their hooves, cheering and clapping as the Mistress and her Pet appeared on stage together. They whistled and called Rarity’s name as she curtseyed for them all, before encouraging Sweetie to bow her head too.

But before she did, she had spun Sweetie around. When she bowed her head, her ass was presented high in the air for all to see. The crowd was given the view of Sweetie they’d all wanted. Rarity patted Sweetie’s head, motioning for her to stay bowed. She pulled out the two vibrators, before placing her hoof on Sweetie’s clit again. The vibrators had been going constantly, so the little filly was very, very close. It wasn’t long until Rarity had finished her off.

Sweetie’s orgasm was loud and powerful, soaking many of the ponies in the front row. Whilst a couple seemed slightly annoyed, many were in love with the event, watching the little filly’s legs twitch madly as the cum continued to fire out. Sweetie quickly grew tired, but the orgasm continued, much to the elation of the crowd. Eventually though it did trail off, leading Rarity to take one final bow, before leading Sweetie off the stage. The show had been, all in all, a rip roaring success.

Sweetie’s legs wobbled as she waited for further instruction from her Mistress. She watched as two ponies appeared backstage, quickly coming to greet Rarity and congratulate them on the show. She felt like she recognized them, but couldn’t tell from where.

“Pet, could you please load these boxes back onto the carriage? Your Mistress has some business to discuss. Wait for me outside when it’s done.”

She watched the tired filly oblige her, pushing one of the boxes towards the back door. As she did, Rarity redirected her focus to the two ponies. Fine Stride and Dainty Boots, two of her favorite Canterlot designers.

“Miss Rarity, we simply adored the show… Now, we wanted to talk to you about a little business proposition to help your fashion line really take off in Canterlot.”

With the work done, Sweetie waited by the carriage for her Mistress. She was exhausted, but knew she still had to pull the carriage home. So, knowing it was to come anyway, she fished through one of the boxes, pulling out her workhorse outfit, slipping back into it.

By the time Rarity emerged, beaming, Sweetie was all but asleep on her hooves. A pat on the flank woke her up though.

“You did alright in there, Pet. Now, take us home, and perhaps then you’ll earn have earned yourself a bath, and perhaps even a night’s sleep in Mistress’ bed. And consider your punishment for the fall waived. Think of it as a birthday treat.”

Now it was time for Sweetie Belle to beam as she was fastened to the carriage, the two slowly heading off for home. Every step of the way Sweetie was thinking of her Mistress, basking in that wonderful mare’s glory.

Rarity’s work was done, and Sweet Celestia did it feel good.