Breaking the Belle

I: An Unexpected Gift

One month after Twilight Sparkle's return to Ponyville.

Sweetie Belle had always been a bit of a mischievous filly. Perhaps not as much so as Scootaloo could be when she was determined to find the new “activity of the day”, whatever that may have been at that moment, but Sweetie was also not a goody-two-shoes, either. So when Rarity had announced that she was out to run a few errands, and that her sister was to absolutely not go poking around in her room because of a “very special project” that was being worked on, naturally the first thing Sweetie did when the coast was clear was scamper up to Rarity’s room. How could she resist such forbidden fruit?

The first thing she’d found upon tiptoeing carefully in was, she figured, the exact thing Rarity had said to stay away from. To give herself credit, she thought, Rarity had been awfully prissy and possessive lately...so taking a peek at this project surely wouldn’t hurt, as long as she didn’t touch or wreck it. She deserved that much, right?

The item in question was an unassuming brown box, which the young filly tilted her head at as she approached its resting place smack-dab in the middle of the floor. The box was taped shut at the top with some clear tape, but Sweetie figured that the convenient nearby scissors would take care of that if need be. The container was just barely smaller than her herself, but something caught her eye as she circled it slowly, pondering to herself. Scrawled elegantly on the side in marker was one simple arrangement of letters that she knew all too well, as it was (part of) her name: “Sweetie”. Okay, now she had to look. It had her name on it for crying out loud! Who wouldn’t look in a box that had their name on it, given the opportunity? Well, probably most ponies, she figured - but she wasn’t “most ponies”!

It took a bit of time and awkward fumbling, but eventually she managed to open the box and carefully extract its contents. A lot of it seemed to stick to itself, but with some good old elbow grease and a lot of shaking, the young filly managed to get all of the items laid out. Lying before her was an…”interesting” ensemble of clothing composed of a sleeveless leotard and matching socks (the rear ones with cuffs integrated), all made of latex, along with a small ring and a leash coming from what seemed to be a collar that was attached to the leotard. She was familiar with latex, to a degree she wouldn’t ever admit to, from past ‘accidental’ discoveries in her sister’s room. Sure, none of the things made of it ever fit...but it still had a scent alluring enough and a wonderful property of stretchiness and shininess that implanted itself into her mind. From the first time she ever got her hooves on it, she had enjoyed its company nonetheless. In fact...why couldn’t she just try it on? Rarity would never know so long as she put everything back...

And so she set to work with dressing herself, huffing and blushing gently as she tugged each sleek garment onto her body. She noted with a sort of odd mix of excitement and surprise that these rubber clothes actually fit her, accentuating every curve of her body flawlessly, and hugging her tightly and warmly like she’d never experienced before. It felt amazing, even if the collar/rear sock cuffs were a bit strange, just sort of being there. Come to think of it, where did the ring go? That didn’t seem to fit anywhere except around her horn...hm. Well, there it would stay for now.

“I didn’t know Rarity had this stuff…” she mumbled to herself, poking at the rather bizarre fashion choice of a leash coming from a collar that said “Pet” (whatever that was supposed to mean here). And as a matter of fact… “...why does it all fit me, though?”

And then she heard a voice that made her freeze exactly where she was in the midst of admiring her now thoroughly shiny hooves:

“Because that outfit was made for you, Sweetie.”

Horsefeathers...now she was gonna get it.

It was hard for Sweetie Belle to describe what befell her after her big sister caught her not only in her room against explicit instructions, but also wearing what was presumably meant to be a secret outfit only to be given to her later. All she knew was that Rarity simply wordlessly grabbed her in a swathe of blue magic and floated her over to the bed, pulling her upright onto her hind legs - despite her struggles and quiet complaining - as she fought the treatment. Despite this, she knew nothing she said or did would change Rarity’s mind...she only hoped that she could get lucky and escape somehow.

Her chance vanished very quickly, though. With a kind of mixture of surprise and dread, she observed a few more objects float into view from various corners of the room towards her. In just a few seconds’ time, she found her forehooves stretched above her and tied tightly together with a length of silky rope, which was then tied off to the top of the bed frame. She squeaked and tugged on the rope as hard as she could, before yelping slightly as she found a large, sleek pole attached to the cuffs around her rear hooves and locked in place. The magical hold was released at this point, but she quickly found that with her legs forced so wide apart, she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Rarity, I’m s-sorry, just l-mmph!” Her eyes widened as her apology was cut short by a huge ball gag forcing her jaw wide and being lodged snugly behind her teeth, and then strapped tightly and locked around her head. She shook her head furiously and tried desperately to speak or spit the gag out, only managing to produce a bit of drool from around the sizeable mass filling her mouth and pinning her tongue down. She was so preoccupied that she didn’t even notice the small bullet vibrator being carefully tucked into its rightful place below the leotard, and the remote being slid into the top of one of her hind legs’ socks...that is, until it was switched to ‘low’. Sweetie moaned slightly despite herself and squirmed in her bonds at the new unfamiliar sensations flowing throughout her body as Rarity climbed onto the bed, grinning sultrily as she grabbed the leash dangling from the latex leotard’s collar.

“Going through my things is very naughty, Sweetie Belle…” Rarity trilled, gently tugging on the collar to grab her little sister’s attention. As soon as they made eye contact, there was a loud thwack! noise. The filly let out something between a yelp and a moan as she desperately tried to escape her predicament, wincing as she saw the wooden paddle that Rarity now levitated in front of her teasingly.

Sweetie tried to plead with her eyes and some muffled attempts at speech to let her go, but the older unicorn was having none of it. The hungry smile on her face simply widened as she turned the switch on the steadily buzzing vibrator to “medium”, before immediately swatting the filly’s rear with the implement twice as she had the first time two times in quick succession, and tugging on the leash to force the eye contact even longer.

“...and naughty fillies must be punished!” Rarity finished, licking her lips as she saw in her younger sister’s eyes the feeling of complete helplessness amongst strange stimulation that was both painful and pleasurable. She was almost glad, in a way, that Sweetie had disobeyed her orders not to go snooping, because now it meant she could properly introduce the young filly to her role as a thing to be owned and toyed with. She’d been planning on doing so on her next birthday, with the outfit to be a wonderful present...but since she had already dressed the part, she figured that Sweetie may as well learn her place now so that she could have fun with her whenever she wished…

And even though the young filly continued to yelp and squirm constantly at each firm strike from the paddle, Rarity saw that each impact was driving her enjoyment of the insistently buzzing vibrator up...and she was blushing fairly heavily now. Sweetie would turn out to be a fine pet after all, she thought, smirking to herself. All that was left was to break her in, night after night. She would enjoy doing so greatly. As to whether Sweetie would enjoy it, Rarity figured she would as she became intimately familiar with both the pleasure and pain dealt to her. She giggled to herself as she gave one more particularly forceful blow onto the filly’s tight rump, eliciting the loudest moan she’d gotten yet…

This was going to be fun.