[Copied from https://pastebin.com/SskmUqtk] >It was a fresh Sunday morning, and you'd just given Blocky her usual weekend bath. >You finished showering a bit early, so you were actually able to meet Blocky in the laundry room while she washed her outfit. >"Hello, Master!~" she chirped, a cheery smile spread across her face. >Her hooves wiped away at the plate bra, the polish doing its work and making that thing sparkle like no other. >*BZZZZZZZZT!* >"Oh! There's my skirt!" >The little pony opened up the dryer, retrieving that fine, silk cloth you loved having around your feet. >She unraveled the skirt, hugging it a bit against her face as she enjoyed its warmth. >"That always feels so nice!" >After, Blocky attached the skirt back onto the panties and held it and the rest of the outfit up to you. >"Ready to suit back up!" >You gave it a look, pondering to yourself. >The shining metal bra invited you to grab it with its splendor. >But you felt a little different today. "Actually Blocky..." you trailed off. "...how about you just leave it on top of the washing machine?" >Blocky was flabbergasted. >"Really? I don't have to wear it today?" "Yeah...yeah, go ahead and keep it off for the rest of the day." >Blocky's face was a mixture of perplexed and eager. >"Sure! ...I guess!" >The pony trotted out of the laundry room, humming to herself as she did. >That left you alone with the outfit. >You gazed at it a bit more, trying to remember how long ago it was that you'd even gotten that thing. >If you remembered right, it was some kind of collector's memorabilia you'd gotten from some distant uncle you weren't familiar with. >Through some legal process you didn't understand and a complex inheritance bout you weren't even aware of, you got some of this uncle's collector stuff when he passed away. >You weren't really into the movies they were from (Space Balls or something?), so you'd kind of shelved them. At some point they'd probably be worth a good chunk of change anyways. >It was only the fourth or fifth day Blocky was here that you decided to make her wear it. >"W-where are you taking me, Master?" >You and her made your ways to your bedroom. >It was just today that you'd remembered that outfit you'd gotten. >As you were still green in terms of this slave-owner deal, you figured to better get yourself into the mindset, you should constantly remind yourself that she was your slave. >What better way to do that than to dress her up as one? "Just keep following me, Blocky." >Once you arrived, you directed her to the closet, and she went over and opened it without hesitation. >"What am I looking for?" "There's a box in there with 'collector stuff' written on it. I'd like you to bring that out." >At least your commanding tone was getting better. >Her hooves fiddled about in the closet, the rustling of cardboard and clothes being the only noise heard in the room. >Eventually, she pulled out a big box with a grunt, the exact words you said written on its side. "Good girl." >Slather it on, Anon. >Blocky looked up at you, expecting another command. >Seemed she only really thought she'd be retrieving the box, but not opening it. >Well, that was fair. Only you knew what you wanted out of it anyways. >Wordlessly, you sat on the bed and flipped open the top of the box, several pieces of collector's items greeting your eyes. >There was just one that you wanted, though, and it was fairly visible. >You couldn't miss that shiny gleam, after all. >Grabbing it from the bottom of the skirt, you pulled out the whole pile: bra, panties, collar, and braid. >You grabbed the bra and panty combo and presented them to Blocky. "I want you to wear this." >You audibly heard her gulp as she stared at the outfit, wide-eyed. >"Th-that looks like..." "Something a slave girl would wear? Yeah, I know." >You didn't really need to be familiar with the series this thing was from to get the idea. >Blocky instantly knew, so it seemed even Equestrians had some understanding of the extent slavery could reach. >Checking the straps on both the bra and panties, you were relieved to learn that they were adjustable. >She seemed a little bigger than a kid, so hopefully this thing could go down to that kind of size. "On your hinds." >Blocky did as she was told, her reddened face turned away from yours. >You started by fastening the panties together on her pelvis, the skirt hitting the ground as it unfolded. >Nice fit! >A bit too nice... >You had made sure the skirt didn't go over her tail, and odd as it was to try that, it managed to work out. >The back of the panties sat comfortably just below her tail dock, covering her nethers while still fitting around her just fine. >Next came the bra. >The straps went on her back, and you tightened them until the bra fit snugly on Blocky's chest. >"Wh-what is this used for, Master?" >It was a fair question, considering ponies didn't have tits. >Well, at least on their chest. "It's for covering up some parts of human girls. You don't have those parts, but I'm still going to put it on you, Blocky." >"O-okay." >The braid would be an interesting experience. >You Googled some slave girl hairstyle on a whim and found girls dressed just like Blocky. >Weird, but you'd roll with it. >Your hands moved to Blocky's mane, and you started by bunching up the back of it. >Fumbling a bit with the braid in your other hand, you managed to clump it on her mane. >Checking the reference and then Blocky, the bunched up hair she had was...good enough. >You'd probably get better at this the more she had it done. >Finally, the collar was clamped onto her tender little neck, with a small knob mechanism built in to keep it locked. >The chain attached seemed to be more cosmetic than practical based on its miniscule size, but hey, maybe it'd find some use. >Facing Blocky, your eyes scanned her now-costumed form. >"H-how do I look, M-Master?" >She was quivering a bit as she spoke, and while her face was forward now, her eyes still averted yours. >There was one part of her your eyes stopped on. >This wasn't something you said often, but you MAY have had a thing for tummies. >And this outfit? >It made sure it was the only thing not covered on her torso. >That bra actually had some use after all. >F-fuck, she had a cute little belly, too. >A nice, lean figure with a small, pudgy roundness at the bottom. >Was it right to sexualize a pony? >You never really got those dudes who were into them, but right now your dick did not care at all. >"M-master?" >She crossed her front hooves together bashfully, covering up that nice tummy of hers. >It was enough to bring you back to the real world. >Holy Hell, that was a powerful asset she had. "You look uh...you look great, Blocky," you stammered out. >"O-oh, thank you, Master." >She took the compliment as an indication to get back on all-fours. >One thing was for sure after today: This slave outfit thing was probably the best decision you've made since owning Blocky. >And it really was. >As you looked down at this outfit in the present day, it was weird how this one collectible item turned out to be a real game-changer for your slave-owning experience. >Would Blocky ever catch on that you just REALLY liked her belly? >Granted, that wasn't the only part of why she was still ordered to wear this thing, but still. >Even if she did learn, would she care? >The belly rubs, once she stopped getting tickled, seemed to relax her, so she wouldn't have any real reason to complain, right? >It was a little weird, but it'd probably be even weirder if she learned. >It may be best to just not say, and that's that. >You left the outfit in the laundry room, but she'd come back and wear it tomorrow. >For some reason, you felt like she enjoyed it. >Wouldn't it be funny if she did? >You chuckled to yourself as you went on with your day. >Blocky, outfit or otherwise, remained at your beck and call. >What a good girl.