>You're Sweetie Belle.
>A curious, nosey little girl looking for new, fun and safe ways to have fun.
>Right now you're bored.
>You're staying with your sister, Rarity, for the week in her boutique.
>You've already colored a little, cleaned up the entrance and straightened up Rarity's formerly messy design room.
>You are now looking for other ways that are sure to make your awesome big sister happy.
>Through your boredom, you've begun rifling through things all over the boutique.
>You've been all over most of it.
>All but two rooms.
>Rarity's and the basement.
>She keeps the basement locked, but you've seen her take the key to her room when she thought you weren't looking.
>Your sister is currently out, and you know you're not allowed in there, but you're a curious little girl.
>Maybe she's keeping some super neat secret designs in there.
>Maybe she's been doing designs for some important people.
>You know your sister is pretty popular.
>Maybe she's been doing designs for a celebrity and she's afraid you'll mess it up!
>You're a big girl. There's no way you would mess anything up.
>Now your mind is reeling with the possibilities, the thought of maybe getting in trouble pushed almost completely away.
>Grinning and giggling, you jog to Rarity's room.
>The hunt is on.
>You bound up the stairs, quickly making your way to the top.
>In no time, you stand in front of your destination.
>You slowly approach, taking the doorknob into your hand and twisting it.
>You giggle to yourself, excited for what awaits you inside.
>The door cracks enough for you to push it in and step inside.
 
>It's dark. Curtain drawn and lights out, you can barely make out the silhouette of Rarity's giant bed and vanity from the thin sliver of light coming in through the hall.
>You fumble around for the light switch, flicking it on.
>Two unclothed mannequins set on either side of her large closet, facing towards the bed.
>Being alone in the house, you notice they're a little bit creepy.
>Almost like they're watching everything you do.
>You nervously tiptoe into the room, looking around for anything particularly interesting.
>You step up to her dresser, pulling out her drawers and rifling through them.
>Frilly stuff, lacy stuff, poofy stuff.
>Some of this doesn't even seem like it would cover a whole lot. What's the point in that?
>Boring, boring, boring.
>Long, striped stockings, lacy underwear of varying colors.
>Man, you're disappointed.
>Finishing going through the last drawer, you decide to move onto the closet.
>You look uneasily at the mannequins as you creep up to the closet door, sliding it open.
>The closet is filled with dresses, corsets, and formal attire of all kinds.
>It spans from end to end, clothing of various luster, length and shape hanging from hangers and covered in a thin plastic lining.
>Various high heals and slippers line the floor of the closet.
>Everything in here is simply extravagant, as you would expect of your sister.
>Except for one thing.
 
>A plain, medium sized cardboard box catches your eye, almost hidden away in the dark crevice at the very back.
>You duck under the clothing, almost crawling onto the floor to get to it.
>You grab one of the flaps on the box and start to scoot it out of the closet.
>Before long, you rest on your butt in front of it, just outside the closet.
>You wonder what Rarity could be keeping in there in such a plain, boring looking box.
>Rubbing your hands together, it's obvious you can't wait to find out.
>As you flip the lid of the box open, your face twists into a perplexed frown.
>It's filled with different weird things. None of them seem to go together.
>Most of it seems to be more clothing of some kind, all made of what looks like leather.
>You lift a wide ring out of the box. It looks like it opens and closes, as well as tightens.
>It has ribbed edges on the inside and out and feels like its made of some kind of rubbery material.
>You slide the ring onto your wrist, raising your eyebrow.
>It's almost too thin, clinging tightly around your arm.
>Looking through more of the stuff, you pull out a pair of fuzzy purple handcuffs.
>Rarity isn't a police officer, is she?
>You set it to the side, finding a few more weird things.
>Some long strap of leather that kind of looks like a thin fly swatter.
>A small egg shaped thing connected to a wire and little box with a switch.
>Your lick your upper lip, concentrating as you flip the switch.
>You jump, fumbling the box in your hands as it instantly starts vibrating.
 
>Your heart races as you drop the box to the ground, causing the little egg shaped thing to buzz in circles on the floor.
>Taking a deep breath to calm down and regulate your breathing, your shaky hand reaches to flip the switch off.
>It falls silent and you slide it over with the other stuff.
>Getting back to the box, you pull out a long, dark strip of fabric. It sort of looks like a blindfold.
>You stretch it over your eyes, and like you expected, everything goes dark.
>Dropping it onto the amassing pile, you see three more things inside.
>The first is a key.
>You knew it! You knew she put it in her closet!
>The second is a ball attached to some kind of belt like strap.
>You turn the thing over on your hooves before smiling.
>It was obviously some kind of high class necklace.
>Otherwise why would it be made out of leather like most of this stuff seems to be?
>Leather isn't used all that often, right? You've only really seen more popular people wearing it.
>Oh! And the flyswatter thing is probably a fake scepter!
>Or... A real scepter?
>A thought crosses your mind, and you can't help but grin, giggling to yourself.
>What if she really is making this stuff for a princess?!
>It explains the ring, scepter thingy and this weird necklace.
>And even the handcuffs. Princesses enforce the law, right?
>You have the chance to dress like a princess now, and there's no way you're going to miss it.
>You slide the ball-necklace around your tiny neck and, with some difficulty, strap it into place.
>You smile, looking down at it.
 
>Your thoughts are only solidified by the coiled up silk rope you pull out next.
>Princesses totally use rope!
>For... Stuff.
>It doesn't matter. You've already got the idea in your head, and there is no getting it out now.
>You know it's likely not true, but you can't help but love the thought.
>You move to grab the last thing in the box before noticing what it is.
>It's large.
>Made of rubber.
>It's something you recognize from class.
>Your face grows a deep red as you realize what you're looking at.
>It's a p-
>You're embarrassed just forming the word in your mind.
>Pen-
>It even sounds gross, as you look down at the long, rubber thing.
>It's strikingly detailed, faux veins running up it and the flat side on the very bottom fashioned into rather large round...things.
>You shut the box right away, your hot face practically glowing.
>What would rarity need that for? That's gross.
>Deciding to just forget about it, you pick up the basement key, running away.
>You clumsily take the key in your shaky hands, trying to slide it into the keyhole of the door.
>You barely manage to slide it in, and it rests unsteadily below the knob.
>You lean in, propped up on the door, turning it.
>*click*
>Bingo
>You hook your hand into the handle, pulling it open.
>There before you lies the open doorway of the basement.
>You grin triumphantly as you walk over to the descending stairway.
 
>You can't see very well and can barely make out the steps as you begin to slowly make your way down.
>The carpeting is soft beneath your bare feet.
>Until you finally hit the bottom.
>As you step off the final stair, you feel your foot smack against smooth concrete.
>You squint, looking for some kind of light switch.
>It's sort of chilly down here. Cooler than you expected.
>You finally manage to find a chain hanging from the ceiling.
>Taking it into your hand and yanking it, you clench your eyes shut at the sudden burst of light.
>As you squint your eyes to let them adjust, your jaw drops at what you see.
>Two outfits set near the center of the room, hanging on wireframe mannequins.
>You just know she's making it for someone important now.
>The one on the right simply spells power.
>From the almost military looking hat, to the tight looking corset and short coat, all made of the same leathery material as your ball-necklace.
>On the left, though, you're not so sure.
>Leather straps surround the saddle. More than it would seem necessary for keeping it on.
>Around where the muzzle would be is a small bridle and around where its eyes would be is the same kind of leather blindfold you saw earlier.
>It sets on top of something.
>It looks like a pair of skis, bit they're curved upward and connected to each other by steel bars.
>There are four boot-like straps where each of the mannequin's legs are and even more leather straps connecting them to the saddle.
>It looks like some kind of giant rocking horse.
>You gape in amazement. Your sister is so cool!
 
>You run over to them, trying to hop up on the one on the left.
>You manage to just barely tap your hand to the hat, knocking it to the floor.
>Giggling cheerfully, you hop up to it, sliding it onto your head.
>It hangs off your head slightly, too big for you.
>You pull the coat off of the mannequin, sliding it across the floor.
>Draping it across your back, you have to roll up the sleeves.
>It fits you like a large coat, even though it would only end just above the thigh for a fully grown person.
>You feel so cool right now.
>With your neat high class ball-necklace.
>Your cool police person/military hat thingy.
>Your awesome bracelet.
>Your cape jacket thing.
>You can think of just one thing that would make it cooler.
>The scepter still up in rarity's room.
>You dash up the stairs, laughing the whole way and leaving what is left of the outfits behind.
>The sleeves sag some, and the sides of the coat drag the stairs, but you don't care.
>You can't believe your sister MADE these!
>Bee-lining back to Rarity's room, you pick the leather scepter thing up off the ground, lifting your hand.
>You thrust your nose into the air, smiling.
>You have to see yourself.
>As fast as you were getting to Rarity's room, you're just as fast getting down to a mirror in her design area.
>Hopping through the door into the now clean room, you make your way as fast as you can to a large mirror at the center.
>Bouncing up to it, stumble, almost falling over.
>You strike a pose, tipping the hat over your eyes.
>Re-adjusting the hat and sleeves, you can finally see yourself.
 
>You giggle, giving a wink to the mirror before standing up and puffing out your chest.
>You feel powerful!
>Oh! You just thought of something!
>Maybe your awesome big sister will make one for you too, if you ask her!
>You did so much for her today, she's sure to be super happy with you.
>You colored her a pretty picture.
>Though you might have used one of her designs as a base. You're sure she won't mind.
>You cleaned up two super messy rooms.
>And now you're-
>"SWEETIE BELLE!" you hear a voice call your name from up stairs.
>Oh man. She does not sound happy...
>You frantically look around, thinking of what to do.
>You left the box out!
>You left the basement door open!
>You suddenly realize that you have been doing something expressly forbidden by your sister.
>You've gone into her room and into the basement, and played dress up in her neat clothes.
>But surely she won't be too upset... right?
>I mean, she is your awesome big sister.
>"Sweetie Belle, what have you done?!"
>You hear her storming through the boutique.
>Not sure what to do, you run out of her design room and back to the basement.
>Maybe you can get the stuff back onto the mannequin before she sees you!
>Your plan is thwarted as you run for the door.
>Rarity is standing right in front of you, her face contorted into a deep scowl, fuming with anger.
>You can practically feel the heat coming from her red face.
>You freeze in place as she locks eyes with you.
 
>"Sweetie Belle! What have I told you abo-"
>She is cut off mid sentence as she sees what you're wearing.
>Her eyes widen and you think you see her pupils shrink.
>Her jaw drops, and for a few moments the two of you just set there in silence.
>"Sweetie bell... What are you wearing?"
>Your mouth works to find words, opening and closing a few times before you give a sheepish smile.
>"Y-Your cool outfit?"
>Her previously angry expression fades as a new one takes over.
>She looks strangely calm.
>You don't like that.
>You don't like that at all.
>"My... Cool outfit. Right. And where did you get those things?"
>Oh man. She must be really mad.
>You take a few steps back before answering.
>"T-the basement? And your room?"
>"Yes. And what have I told you about going into either of those rooms?"
>You kick at the ground, the hat dropping back over your right eye.
>"Not to?"
>She grits her teeth as she nods.
>"Correct. 'Not to.' And why did you?"
>Rarity takes a deep breath, obviously trying to keep her composure.
>"B-because I was bored?" You answer truthfully.
>Somehow, that excuse sounded better in your mind.
>Rarity rubbing her fingertips against her temples.
>She steps up to you, pulling the bracelet thing off of your wrist.
>"This isn't even for girls."
>She sighs, pocketing it as she stands up and turns around.
 
>She picks up the scepter thingy too, carrying both of them.
>"Come with me. We need to talk."
>Oh man. Yeah. She's furious.
>That's the only time she ever wants to talk.
>You sheepishly comply, following her as she leads you back upstairs.
>You want to ask what the ring is for then, if it isn't for girls, but keep your mouth shut.
>Rarity doesn't say a word as the two of you walk back into her room.
>Her other things still lay scattered across the floor around the half opened box.
>She begins to pick her stuff up, almost seeming like she's trying to think of what to say.
>This is weird.
>Usually your sister knows just what to say and when to say it, but right now it seems like she's having some difficulty.
>You just set down and quietly watch her.
>"Sweetie belle?" She finally says, holding out her hand.
>You tilt your head slightly, causing the hat to slide more to the right.
>"The thing around your neck please."
>You nod, fiddling with the latch thing.
>Your hands aren't deft enough, and even though you were able to get it on, you can't seem to be able to get it off.
>Rarity rolls her eyes as she sees you fumbling with the latch, walking up behind you.
>You look down as she takes it off of you and puts it back in the box, along with the ring and the scepter thingy.
>Finally, she closes the box up and turns around, looking down at you.
>"Come on. Let's go get that off of you." She tells you, gesturing towards the hat and coat.
>"Alright, but what did you want to talk-"
>"Quiet." She snaps, before taking another deep breath.
 
>"Just... Let's just get that stuff off first, okay?"
>You hang your head dejectedly, the hat sliding forward again.
>"Okay..."
>The two of you make your way back to the basement.
>The silence is killing you, putting you even more on edge than you were before.
>As the two of you make it to the bottom of the stairs, Rarity starts undressing you.
>She carries the hat back over to the mannequin, dropping it onto its head.
>You are lifted into the air a bit, before falling to the ground as she slides the coat off of you forcefully.
>She replaces that as well, before heading to the light chain.
>"Let's go back to the living room, shall we?"
>"Yes Rarity." you reply, still not entirely sure what to think.
>You really want to break the silence, but you don't want to make your sister any angrier.
>Finally, the two of you make it to the living room.
>Rarity takes a seat on the large couch, gesturing for you to set down as well.
>Nodding, you comply, setting just across from her.
>"Alright." She looks you over, furrowing her brow.
>She falls silent again.
>What's so hard about talking?
>After a moment of staring at you, she speaks up.
>"Sweetie Belle, you can't just search through person's personal things like that. It's wrong to invade person's privacy, and that's exactly what you did tonight."
>"But I just wanted to-"
>"'But I just wanted to' nothing. There aren't any buts. I specifically told you to stay out of my room and the basement and you blatantly disobeyed my orders. Correct?"
>Your hang your head and nod.
>"Yeah..."
 
>"How would you like it if I slipped into your journal every now and again and read some of it?"
>You deadpan, looking back up at her.
>"You have."
>She clears her throat, looking around the room.
>"W-well. Yes. And how did that feel?"
>She was right. It didn't feel very good at all.
>"Yeah... I guess I understand." you reply, kneading the fabric of the couch with your hand.
>"Good. Now, you're grounded for the rest of the week that you're here."
>You gasp, your mouth agape.
>"The rest of the week?!" You yell, your voice squeaking.
>"Yes. The rest of the week. Or I could talk to our parents about how you messed up my designs, reorganized my design room again and got into my... 'private' things?"
>You groan. You don't want mom and dad finding out about this.
>"Fine. Just one thing."
>Rarity tilts her head.
>"What's that?"
>"If those are yours and you weren't making them for someone else, what do you use them for? I never see you wearing them."
>The question seems to catch her off guard, and her face turns a bright red again.
>Oh no, you've made her mad again.
>"W-well they're for-I wear them when-They're-" She sputters, almost locked in combat with whatever explanation she's trying to come up with.
 
>"I-It's a special outfit. I only wear it on special occasions, and those are occasions that you're not here. That's why you've never seen me in them."
>You guess that makes sense, but that only raises more questions.
>"What kind of special occasions?"
>"W-what kind of special occasions?" She parrots, running her fingers through her hair nervously.
>"Well... You're not big enough yet. You saw how that thing fit you! Simply would not do."
>You look at her skeptically.
>Why is she always treating you like a little kid?
>You're a big girl! You're just as mature as she is.
>Sometimes it seems like you're even more mature than she is.
>"But I AM old enough to know!" you argue, stomping your hand.
>You're still a little scared to speak up, but you're getting a bit annoyed.
>You spent all of today working to impress her, and what do you get?
>Grounded because you were wearing clothes she was trying to keep a secret from you!
>You thought sisters told each other everything.
>It isn't fair, and you decide to tell her as such.
>She backpedals before you get the chance to.
>"I-I didn't say you weren't old enough. I said you weren't 'big' enough. There's a difference, you know."
>"Then make one my size! Did you see me? I looked so cool, didn't I?"
>You still have so many questions to ask.
>Was that thing around your neck really a necklace?
>What about that scepter thingy?
>And the vibrating thing?
>And what about the handcuffs?
>And that ring. She said it wasn't even for girls. What the hay was that for?
>And why did she have a... 'thing' in her box?!
 
>With how the outfit looked, it was obviously something super cool and she refuses to tell you what it was about!
>You begin bombarding her with questions.
>Why was everything made out of that leather stuff?
>Why did the hat look like something a police person would wear?
>Why was the coat so short?
>What was that other thing and why were there so many straps?
>Why did it look like a rocking horse?
>With each new question her face seems to grow redder and redder.
>"Sweetie belle, stop!" She finally yells, cutting off your endless barrage.
>"That's enough for now. I don't have to answer to you. I'm older than you, and you're in my home. Now go to your room so I can clean up the mess you've made. You've set me back weeks on my work, you know."
>Your eyes travel across her red face, her mane a bit disheveled.
>You want to continue so bad, but you really don't want to get in trouble.
>You smile.
>"Okay. Fine. I'll let you get back to your work and I'll stop asking you questions." You tell her.
>She lets out a sigh of relief, sliding down the couch.
>"Good. Just... Go do something in your room, okay? I have a lot of work to do."
>You nod as you begin to trot away.
>"Alright." You tell her, stopping at the doorway.
>"I'll just ask mom and dad. I'm sure they will answer me."
>Rarity stops dead in her tracks.
>She stares for a long moment at the wall, before slowly turning toward you.
>"Are you... Are you blackmailing me?"
 
>You look up innocently at her, holding your hands behind your back as you twist your toe on the ground.
>"What's blackmaililng?"
>She grumbles under her breath, gritting her teeth as the glare slowly returns.
>"Why you conniving little-" she stops, staring at you.
>Rarity closes her eyes, taking a deep breath in through her nose before she loses her composure.
>"Get yourself together, Rarity. You are a lady." you hear her say under her breath.
>You can't help but roll your eyes.
>"Sweetie Belle... Just come set back down, alright? It appears we have more to talk about."
>You grin, beaming over your triumph over your sister.
>Like putty in your hand.
>"How about this." She says, setting down and smiling.
>"I'll make you an outfit similar the one that you saw and wore. But not completely the same, alright?"
>You groan.
>"Why not?" you ask her. You wanted something just as cool!
>"Because." She tells you, almost seeming aghast. "How could you not realize?"
>Your mouth drops as you bounce up and down.
>"What, realize what?!"
>She grins.
>"Why, you have your own style, of course! What works for me wouldn't work for you, right?" she reasons, raising her eyebrow.
>How could you not have realized?
>That stuff did look kind of weird on you...
>And it was way WAY too big.
 
>You could barely even keep the hat up.
>You're not even sure you want a hat like that.
>It was cool, but something else could be much cooler for you.
>You grin brightly, nodding.
>"You would do that?! For me?!"
>Your grin falls a bit.
>Suddenly you feel horrible for everything you have done.
>You invaded her privacy, messed up her work and even tried to blackmail her.
>And now she's making neat clothes for you.
>"Of course." She says, stepping up to you and putting an arm around you.
>"What are sisters for?"
>You smile up at her, throwing your arms around her, pulling her into a big hug.
>"Thank you so much!"
>You have an awesome big sister.
-'true' ending