She moved. Slowly. Graceful steps riddled with intent and authority. It was a strength, and a frightening one indeed. She was in charge, and Flicker Feather knew it. That was the worst part...

she knew it to. Her movements were agonizingly slow, her gaze flickering across each instrument. The brush. The feather. The forks. She had all the time in the world and endless
opportunities.

When Flickers's eyes caught her sapphire gaze, he felt a chill ripple down his spine, despite the Summer's heat. She hadn't said anything. No terms. No agreements. No safe words. Every single ounce of control in the room had be sucked away from him, leaving him chained up, and hopelessly dependant on a nonexistent mercy. And as she leaned forward, brushing her cheek across his, and letting her supple lips press against his ears, she let out a cool breath.

"Won't this be fun?" She whispered.

The words whispered through his ears like a spell- hypnotic and horrible exciting at the same time. He trembled. There were so many things to be afraid of- and so many things to hope for, and so many things that could HAPPEN! The world was a spinning whirlwind of possibilities and it made him dizzy. He swallowed, shivering at the proximity of this Crazy mare. He wanted everything to happen to him, and at the same time, nothing at all. Rarity smiled. Her cold, wonderful, terrible smile.

"I have a surprise for you." She crooned. A surprise? What could she possibly have prepared that could be any worse that what his mind was imagining that could happen to him. But he knew better. Rarity was good at surprises. She turned, and a bright, flicker of a spark shot off her horn and illuminated one of the gloomy corners of her dungeon- Where Twilight Sparkle sat. Grinning ear to ear. Holding a feather in between her lips.

"...I'll just leave you to alone." Whispered Rarity, kissing the poor boy on the nose. She turned sharply on her hooves, and trot out of the room.

Twilight smiled and from her lips, came a bone chilling word. A word that fired thousands of shivers through Flicker's frame. No spell, nor hex, nor curse could have thrust fear into his heart, like that one. Single. Word: "Payback."

Author's Note

Something I wrote for that sweetie "Caroo-the-ticklish"