On or Off?

by TheLoveless

Rating: teen
Tags: Romance, Comedy, Rarity, Other, Twilight Sparkle, Random, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1066

a special pony kidnaps Twilight. what could posibly go wrong in this situation?

A special pony kidnaps Twilight. What could possibly go wrong in this situation?

editing done by: twilight517828

Published 2013-11-27 06:20:08 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-27 06:20:08 UTC

Most Definitely On

“So Twilight, do you think I should turn on the lights?” From the deepening darkness, a familiar voice called out with a happy tone in it.

Thrashing about in her bindings once more, she gave the same reply, “I think you should let me go. So I can kick your ass!” Trying to break the binding’s once more, she struggled even more, thrilling her captor even more.

“I want to know if I should turn the lights on, not whether I should let you go or not.” Once again the voice repeated its phrase, “lights on? Or off?”

Twilight sighed angrily, pulling at her left hoof, “on! Turn them on!!!” The sounds of hooves clopping against tlie echoed in the room. Stopping for a moment before the lights flickered on. Around her, purple and white dressings hung from the walls, and covered chairs. in the far right corner of the room, Rarity stood next to a light switch.

“Hello Twilight!” Smiling happily and trotting back to her chair before the alicorn princess. “Well this is strange isn’t it.”

Giving Rarity a dead eye she pulled on her hooves once more, “once I get out of her i’m going to rip you in half!” Struggling harder as Rarity watched her brought pleasure to the white unicorn. “Whats your problem you sick demented filly!?”

Rarity laughed at Twilight, throwing her hooves over the arm of her chair, “well I got something for you Twilight. But it isn’t freedom.” Laughing herself half to death, she smiled and poured a glass of cider. “You want one?” Already pouring a second glass for Twilight, she didn’t care what she would said.

“I don’t want any,” turning her head from Rarity's glass. The drunken mare continued to put the glass against her cheek, “i don’t want any!” Rarity, as persistent as she was, continued to push the glass against her cheek. Giving in to Rarity’s annoying persistence, she took a drink from the glass. “This isn’t wine, is it?”

Rarity shook her head, and began laughing, “Twilight you don’t drink. Everyone knows that!” Rolling on the floor, she knocked over an empty bottle, “it’s cider. From Apple Jack’s.”

Spitting out the apple juice she struggled once again, “I don’t like that stuff! What do you want with me?!” Rarity slowly climbed up Twilights side, getting close to her ear, and creating the strangest situation for the pair.

Cupping her hooves over Twilight's ear, she began to whisper something into Twilight’s ear, “Twilight.” Biting down gently on her ear softly, she continued, “I’m drunk, and I like it.” Before Twilight could replay, she got licked from ear to ear, “I also love you, Twilight.”

Blushing at the white mare’s affection, she smiled widely, “well if you kidnapped me, just to tell me that, I guess I’d be okay with it.” Allowing Rarity to like her head and mane, she blushed once more, allowing her purple cheeks to turn a bright red. “Why are yo-,” before she knew it, Rarity had found her way to Twilight's mouth.

Embracing the existence of another tongue inside her mouth, she allowed her blush to overcome her. “So Twilight, are you going to do this like a log, or do something?” Smiling happily she resumed kissing Twilight, enjoying the Cupcake flavored lipstick on Twilight’s face. The sweet taste of her lips aroused the white and purple mare.

Joining in the tongue fight, Twilight enjoyed the sweet mare, who helped her realize her love for her friends. “So Rarity. You like me too?” Getting a nod of approval she went on, “I’ve had a crush on you for as long as Spike has.” Rarity fell back and laughed at the strapped down mare.

“I knew it!!!” Enjoying herself in her rampant rolling on the floor, “I knew you could’t resist me!!! Sweetie Belle you can come in now.” From behind the door, the white filly entered, mixed with a feeling of bitter sweetness. “Twilight, we know you’ve been using Spike. Tell her!”

Sweetie Belle, cute eyed and viewing the tied down mare, asked her only question, “why didn’t you just tell Rarity? I’ve had a crush on Spike since for ever!” Crying a bit, she hit a soft spot in Twilight’s already weakened heart.

“I’m sorry, Sweetie Belle.” Tears forming in her eyes she tried to wipe her eyes off in her hooves, “I just didn’t want to be judged, and Spike was the only way I could feel close to her.” Still trying to hid her tears she turned her head, and closed her eyes, “I’m sorry that I ruined your life sweetie.”

From behind the door, one more familiar face emerged, “I’m proud of you, Twilight.” hugging his beloved companion, Spike dried the tears of Sweetie Belle with his claws.

“Oh and Twilight,” Rarity lifted up the alicorns chin and nipped her neck, “love you to Twilight.” Smiling and heading to the door, she asked once more, trying to anger Twilight, “lights on or off?” She laughed to herself and turned back to Twilight. She was enraged.

“Rarity,” her voice was stern and her eyes dead serious, “you had better untie me, or the next time you try to kiss me, I’ll bite your tongue off.” Haining the mares attention once again, before her she had the white mare placing two hooves against her cheeks, “I warned you, Rarity.”

Testing her boundaries. Rarity kissed Twilights cheek. “Not their,” moving over an inch, she kissed her again. “Not their,” kissing Twilight’s forehead she sighed. “Not their either,” proceeding her trip over Twilight's face, she kissed and moved over Twilight's face till she had only one place left.

“I’m warning you Rarity. Let me go, or I will bit you.” Glaring at the free mare, she waited for her bonds to be broken. “Are you or are you-,” once again Rarity kissed Twilight testing her boundaries on the inside of her mouth.

Pulling off Twilight, and loosening her hoofs, she laughed, while walking out of her room, “don’t keep promises you can’t keep, dearry.” Trotting off into the hallway happily, she drank the rest of the apple juice she had saved outside, “sometimes I just can't get enough.”

Author's Note

well. here it is. requested by Flint Spark, writen by me, and enjoyed by you. hope you all read and enjoyed it