Twilight's New Piercing

This is my interpretation of this pic:
https://derpicdn.net/img/view/2012/6/18/8248__solo_twilight+sparkle_blushing_questionable_bondage_piercing_standing_ribbon_tail+wrap_embarrassed.jpg

Turns out the pic is loosely based on a fic called 'After That Fateful Night' (http://www.fimfiction.net/story/3669/after-that-fateful-night), many thanks to the anon who pointed that out!

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>She's beautiful.
>Your hands tingle with raw excitement, barely able to stand still as she carefully shuffles in.
>Her movements hobbled by the delicate silk bridging her legs, crisp bows bobbing lightly at her hooves.
>Each minced step causing the slightest of ripples in the simple sheer scarf wrapped around her body.
>She reaches the center of the room and stops, eyes fixed on the vast featureless floor.
>Harsh staggered breaths echoing off the distant walls.
“Twilight..” you say, trying to ignore the menace in your own voice.
>She slowly looks up at you, moistness forming around her eyes.
“We've talked about this Twi, you like this, remember?”
>Your heart begins to pound as the silence just hangs there, threatening the fantasy.
“Twilight?”
>She stifles a sob before softly answering.
>”Yes.”
>You let our an airy breath.
>Warmth radiates through your chest as a broad smile forms across your face.
“Well then you won't mind turning your head so I can get a better look at it, will you?”
>A tear finally rolls down the side of her face as she slowly turns her head, giving you a clear view of her new piercing.
>Her cheeks burning red hot with a mixture of humiliation and anger.
>She knew what fighting you meant and what would happen to those she loved.
>But she was still sickened by what she had become, what you had turned her into.
>The more she fed your fantasies, the more she played along for your enjoyment, the emptier she felt inside.
>And now not just content with breaking her will, you were mutilating her body.
>A heavy metal ring runs through the edges of her ear almost pinning it closed.
>She hated how the metal felt against her skin, how everything sounded muffled and distorted.
>Merely adding to the discomfort is a small chain linking it to the heavy clasp running through the root of her horn.
>It sways and jangles with every movement she makes, tugging on the fresh piercing.
“Does it hurt at all?”
>”I..”
>A sniffle escapes her.
>”A little, but.. but it's fine.”
>She knows better than to answer honestly.
“Well, I'm sure in a day or two it'll be fine, just like your horn.”
>She winces as the memories of her first piercing flood back.
>The feeling of her hooves being mashed into the floor.
>The sound of the drill, the smell, the pain.
>Involuntary trembles wrack through her entire body.
>“Yes.. t.thank you.”
>She isn't making eye contact any more, but you let it pass.
>You're so close... just a few more changes and she'll be perfect.