Love and Lover
"Rarity."
"Yes, dear?"
"We're snowed in." Twilight kicked the boutique door twice, unable to budge it. Rarity winced both times.
"I guess that means I'm not leaving."
"Twilight, you can teleport."
Twilight turned and looked Rarity dead in the eye, her face in a tight, neutral expression. "I guess that means, Rarity, that I can't leave."
"Ah. Right. Shall I make some hot chocolate then, and set the good couch aside?"
Twilight beamed, nodded like a bobblehead, then skipped back to the couch. Rarity smiled when she knew Twilight wasn't looking; She enjoyed how excited she could make her over the smallest things. Twilight was a big nerd, and nerds didn't love anything with half measures. It was a very honest kind of affection.
Rarity made the best hot chocolate for them, then, that she could, sparing no expense. Proper cocoa, heavy creams, cinnamon, simmered over a saucepan, Twilight cooing with delight every time the aroma deepend or shifted.
"You're not just here for my chocolate, are you?" Rarity accused from the boutique kitchen.
"Your company! I'm just not going to say 'no' to chocolate."
"Ah, of course."
Twilight giggled. "You wanna be my marshmallow on top?"
"Twilight, that was terrible. Awful. Dreadful. Ne'er repeat it. Yes, absolutely."
Rarity also pulled a bottle of a saltier, heavier red wine with a strong burn. It would pair very well, and as giddy as Twilight was acting at the moment, it might be fun to get her a little tipsy as well. Twilight held her drink about as well as any colander.
Rarity pranced back in with her liquid goodies, and Twilight clapped enthusiastically as they were floated over to the couch. Rarity threw herself after them and snuggled under her Princess's wing.
"Rarity?"
"Yes, love?"
Twilight blushed like a blazing sun as she kissed the top of Rarity's head, just to the side of her horn. "... I'm still not used to that."
"Then you ought to get more practice in. You were saying something, I think."
"Right. You realize we've never..."
"Hrrm?"
"We've never talked about sex, have we?"
Rarity poured two glasses of wine, and downed both of them immediately with but a sip of hot chocolate in between. Strong burn was good. "No, I suppose we haven't."
"Well, we're stuck here, inside, and no one can come in, so..." Twilight rolled her hoof in a sort of go-on gesture to herself, "do you want to?"
"I suppose I would, yes?"
Twilight grinned, kissing the tip of her ear again. This time Rarity blushed. "You suppose? That doesn't sound very confident. You're usually so certain about what you want."
"Well. I would very much enjoy the conversation, yes. But it's hard — even to you, love — to admit that it's a conversation I would enjoy. You must understand."
Twilight nodded. "Yeah, it's embarrassing. It's like... I care about this pony so much, and I want to do things that shows that, but I don't want to upset them or... you know? Make them think I'm weird? Upset them?"
"Twilight, we've known each other for a long time now. Only recently this intimately, but I assure you, I already know you're quite weird, and I love you for it all the more."
Twilight blushed, tilted Rarity's chin towards her and kissed her on the lips. Savoured the feeling of them, the receptiveness, the knowledge it'd be returned so easily. Twilight sucked her tongue as she pulled back for breath.
"Ooh. That's good wine. I might have a glass as well, before you drink it all."
"That would be wise. Also stops me having the whole bottle to myself, which I'd be quite grateful for."
Twilight took a sip of the chocolate and hummed in delight, chasing it down with a cooler mouthful of the wine. "You're so clever about this sort of thing."
"Wine and chocolate is hardly the most unique or inspired combination, I'm afraid."
"Knowing the right wine for the right chocolate, though? It's...
“It’s just the small touches is all.”
“Yes! It is. The little details. You’re so good with those.”
Rarity smiled into her hot chocolate, where she was sure Twilight couldn’t see it. But the squeeze of her wing meant that her face had betrayed her after all, blast. “I’m glad you think so, love.”
“But I think we’re getting off subject, don’t you?”
“I have no idea what you mean.” Rarity lied, pouting lips hiding the fact she wanted to burst into nervous giggles and never stop.
Twilight took a big sip of her own wine, draining half the glass in a single gulp. Her eyes bulged and watered slightly. “Oh, wow, that’s stronger than I thought.”
“Rather helps, yes.”
Twilight nodded. “I suppose that’s actually a good place to start then. Have you ever considered before whether you’re dominant or submissive?”
Rarity blinked. “I… see. We’re right off the deep end, then. Not starting with more mild preferences?”
Her Princess grinned as she pulled Rarity into a deeper kiss again, nipping at the tip of her ear as she got comfortable again. “I didn’t think for a second you’d be vanilla.”
“Well. Maybe I am?”
Those eyes were on her for too long, the smile too knowing. The wine was starting to hit, based on the dilating pupils. “Are you?”
“… no. I rather enjoy the idea of submission, if I must admit.”
“I guessed.” Twilight agreed. “You obviously wanted to answer, but you enjoyed having the question pulled out of you, didn’t you?”
“A little.”
Twilight rubbed the back of Rarity’s neck with her magic, made intricate motions at the base of her skull that made Rarity’s eyes roll back. “We don’t deal with weasel words Rarity. It’s as bad form in literature as it is in relationships. That’s a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’.”
“Yes.” Rarity sighed.
There was a satisfied nod, and the magic lessened without fading. “Good.” Another kiss on Rarity’s forehead. “Thank you for being honest with me, Marshmallow.”
Rarity blushed and squirmed, writhing into the cuddle. That was… more intense than she expected. “I suspect this means you enjoy being… dominant?”
“It was a surprise how much,” Twilight agreed, nipping Rarity’s ear again between mouthfuls of wine, “but it’s like… everything I love about planning, and being in complete control of the situation, and everything I learned from my friendship lessons on how to figure ponies out, how to figure out what they want and like… There’s so much thinking involved, and it’s all my favourite kinds of thinking.”
Rarity hummed thoughtfully. “See, that’s why I rather prefer submissiveness. Normally I can’t stop thinking, stop paying attention to all the fine details. I can never be satisfied, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.”
Twilight giggled again. “We’ll see if I can’t change that.”
Rarity moved the wine bottle away from her Princess, in self-defense, as her face lit up like a furnace. “Being given permission… no, being forced not to do that? To be able to just… relax and luxuriate in the moment without thinking about every small thing that could be improved? It’s liberating. It’s a holiday away from myself, except better because holiday planning is torturous.”
“So many variables.” Twilight agreed, though she seemed to say that with the chipperness of a morning person. It offended Rarity on a deep and spiritual level, which of course made it a fantastic turn on. “I suppose that means I’ll be leading the questions then.”
“Please do. I’m happy… even enthusiastic to answer them, but I’m not sure I could bring myself to ask them.”
Twilight sipped from her chocolate again, looking at the snowed-over display windows. The pegasus would be busy, that was certain. “Well, alright. How about exhibitionism?”
“Exhibitionism?”
“It means… doing things in more public situations. Where you might be caught, or heard, or found out. Sneaky sex.”
“I presume you have fantasies of hiding between the shelves of the Royal library, then? Maybe dress me up in a sultry librarian uniform as well.”
Twilight’s wings shot straight out to both sides, and her eyes were locked straight ahead, looking out past the wall and far away, her mouth set like stone in a grimace.
“Twilight?”
“I… hadn’t ever thought about that one. That’s new.”
“Which part? The librarian outfit, or the library?”
“Both. Very much both. I like both.” Twilight reached with her magic to where Rarity had put the wine bottle and took two long, deep mouthfuls straight. “We definitely need to try that.”
Rarity lay across the couch and rested her head on her Princess’s lap, looking up at her face, watching her carefully, as she kicked her legs over the armrest on the other side. “I hadn’t thought you’d be so enthusiastic about that. Innocent little Twilight has a fetish for being watched, then?”
Twilight grinned far more drunkenly than the alcohol itself could have been responsible for. “Well that’s just it. Everyone looks at me like I’m this goody-four-shoes golden child. I’ve been Celestia’s apprentice since I was like, five, and all eyes have been on me since. And it’s…The idea they’d never think that of me? Of all eyes on me while I might or might not be discretely wearing a plug, say. It’s scary, but it’s so thrilling too. Seeing what I could get away with while ponies watch.”
Her Princess’s eyes burned like flames as she explained, almost fiercely. Ferociously, hungrily. There was a barely-contained excitement, and Rarity was astonished the little bookworm had it in her. Then again, she supposed that was at least a little bit Twilight’s point.
“What about you?” Twilight snapped out of her reverie and ran her teeth up the sides of Rarity’s ear, nibbling on the tip where she knew Rarity was extremely sensitive. Just plain cruel.
“I suppose I don’t quite see the appeal of that sort. The risk of getting caught, certainly, but the library idea appeals far more to me… which is quite surprising to say.”
“That’s good because I really like that one too.”
“I rather got that impression, love.”
The intensity of Twilight’s ear-nibbles doubled, and Rarity sighed happily. Gods, she was enjoying this… perhaps too much? But then again, what was too much?
… perhaps needing to flip the cushions over after was a small price to pay, after all.
“I think I’d prefer to watch. Enjoy a pony enjoying themselves? Not knowing what their pleasure is you can romanticise it, fantasize about it. You can imagine it to be so much greater than it is, and project that feeling onto yourself. And if they happen to be enjoying my… admiring presence, I suppose there is that, too.”
“You’d like to be noticed, then?”
“It’s the mutual fantasy, isn’t it? There’s something attractive at the idea of being someone else’s fantasy as well.”
Twilight was silent. Rarity nudged her in the side after a few long seconds, worrying she’d been too forward.
“I was thinking, actually,” Twilight’s voice was even, controlled. Absolute unwavering confidence, “about sitting across from you, holding eye contact, and masturbating with a very complex spell, watching you watch me while I describe to you all the ways I was imagining you. Going into great detail about the positions, and the poses I’m thinking of you in as I play with myself for you. I think I’d enjoy giving you the private performance.” Twilight leaned down to breathe in Rarity’s ear, “Do you think you can look me in the eye when I moan your name, Marshmallow?”
Rarity had not been too forward. Flipping the cushions wouldn’t suffice if she soaked through them, she might have to burn them. A pity.
“You know, it’s funny,” Twilight thought aloud as Rarity’s legs kicked and squeezed together, “I’m not much into spanking?”
Rarity’s eyes bulged, but she remained silent.
“It’s apparently just expected of being a ‘dom’? And I like that a lot? But-”
Rarity buried her face into Twilight’s knees so she didn’t have to look up at her anymore. Rolled over and muffled herself with one of Twilight’s thighs. “Twilight?”
“Yes, ‘Mallow?”
“I have a paddle. With holes drilled in it. Made with an expensive and luxurious wood.”
“Ah? And where are you going with this?”
“I would appreciate it if, sometime, you could… and I apologize if I’m being too forward, love, please use it on me?”
Twilight’s weight shifted, and her legs spread a little so that Rarity’s muzzle fell between them. It made it easier to breathe and speak, but she was also hit by a strong wave of Twilight’s musk. Her Princess was enjoying herself just as much, apparently.
“You know? I think I could learn to like spanking then, if I had an enthusiastic partner. You’d look pretty with a bright red flank, wouldn’t you?”
Rarity squeaked and nodded. Twilight sipped her hot chocolate, running stroking tendrils through Rarity’s mane, her scalp, rubbing behind her ears, relaxing her.
“You’re getting anxious, aren’t you? Why are you hiding from me?”
“This is humiliating. I’m so embarrassed.”
“Why?”
“Because!” Rarity protested to the couch between Twilight’s legs, “It just is.”
“You’re just telling me what you like, and I’m telling you what I like. We’re both having a wonderful time.” Twilight spoke in soft and reassuring tones as she continued to stroke Rarity’s mane, “There’s no real reason to be this anxious, is there?”
“Of course there isn’t,” Rarity grumbled, feeling the heat in her cheeks, or maybe the ambient heat from an aroused Twilight right next to her, she didn’t think this through at all, “but that doesn’t mean I can just… think really hard and not find this dreadfully awkward.”
Twilight paused. “You can’t?”
“No! Wait, can you?”
“Well, yeah.” Twilight sounded surprised. “Sort of. I mean, I’d probably be much squirmier if it wasn’t so obvious we were both enjoying this. It’s more exciting than anything else.”
“Twilight that’s…” Rarity swallowed down some nothing, her mouth completely empty of saliva, “not the only reason I’m squirming like this.”
“It isn’t? Then why- Oh! See? This is why I’m so comfortable right now.”
“I hate you so much.”
“I love you, my little marshmallow.”
“… I love you too, my Princess.”
Twilight kissed the back of her neck, since that was the closest she could really get without Rarity moving, and Twilight didn’t have access to a prybar at that moment.
“Bondage!”
And Rarity tried to sink further into the couch, levitating a cushion from across the room and pulling it over the top of her head. Twilight giggled.
“I take that as a big ‘yes’?”
“You can’t just yell that out!”
“Why not? Snow is a sound insulator, and there’s nopony around for a good ways.” Twilight reassured her. “We have complete privacy.”
“I- Oh, Celestia, I hadn’t even thought about someone hearing us talk like this.”
Twilight giggled again. “Wouldn’t that be hard to explain?”
“I would die. My heart would stop. Rarity would cease to be.”
“I’m not making out with a corpse.”
“I would rather miss kissing…”
“Rarity?”
“Yes, my Princess?”
“I can’t kiss you when you’re face down between my legs, buried under a pillow like this.”
“If I get up, will you promise not to talk about bondage until I can hide again?”
“No.” Twilight giggled again, rubbing the tip of her hoof down Rarity’s back in long figure eights, trailing a little loop around her hips, “In fact, I explicitly promise to talk about tying you up if you get up to kiss me right now.”
Rarity considered her options carefully.
She got up, put the pillow on Twilight’s lap, and flipped herself over again to look back up into Twilight’s amused, twinkling eyes. Her Princess leaned down to kiss her, hard, pressing her hoof against Rarity’s neck, trailing the cord and sinew that ran parallel to her throat. Just that subtle feeling of having her breathing restricted and in the power of someone that wasn’t herself, the promise of absolute lost control, was absolute bliss. Rarity’s thoughts stopped entirely.
“I like the idea of bondage, I have to admit. I love the precision of knots and rope, and it can look beautiful.” Twilight explained as she leaned back, looking into the blank nothingness of Rarity’s eyes, “And there’s a lot to be said of having complete control of a situation. Limiting the variables. It makes planning so much more… one sided. What do you think? Would you be happy to be completely in your Princess’s care, little Marshmallow?”
Twilight’s voice was soft and soothing. Not her usual babble of excitement, she was taking measured tones and an even pace. Reassuring and calm. Rarity’s blankness had a swirl of thoughts, now, but instead of making her want to panic and retreat, all she could do was try and keep Twilight’s control absolute, give her the tools to keep her so pleasantly under the surface. To make her Princess happy.
She’d sigh happily if she had the breath.
“I’d like to be art for you, Princess. A thing to please you wonderfully, however you wished.”
“You are very beautiful, my love.” Twilight cooed. “You’d make for a pretty sculpture. ”
Rarity’s head swirled at that.
So much of the appeal of being submissive to her was shutting her thoughts down, slowing the busyness of her mind. Being tied up, being objectified in a literal sense, changed her values somewhat. She could stop thinking of all the things she could be doing, all the ways she could be doing them, and her only concern would just be how pleasing she looked.
Rarity was confident, above all else, in her ability to look pleasing.
As much as she couldn’t say it out loud — now, at least, because she couldn’t even articulate her thoughts anymore, could just purr happily in her Princess’s lap like this — there was an immense pleasure to being reduced down to only your truest confidences, to be judged only in the thing you held the most esteem. Being forced away from everything else, being given permission to just indulge and be indulged in…
Oh yes, that was the big one wasn’t it? To be appreciated like artwork, and treated like a favourite toy. All the pleasure of living another’s fantasy without being concerned with how she was catering to it, because she didn’t have the power to do so.
Rarity pressed her knees together and squirmed where she lay as Twilight kissed her again thoughtfully, lost in the silence of Rarity’s bliss.
“If we were going to have a third, you know. Share. Who do you think would be a good fit?”
Rarity started rising to the surface again as the thought of sharing her Princess with another pony plunged to the depths and dragged her back up. She turned to face Twilight’s ribs and squeezed them as hard as she could. “I’m bad at sharing. You’re my Princess.”
“Very generous of you.”
Still squeezing Twilight’s ribs as hard as she could, Rarity looked up at her Princess with a pout, wobbly lips and wet eyes. “Aren’t I enough for you?”
Twilight smiled and kissed her on the forehead, just between her eyes. “Of course you are.” The parts of Rarity’s panic that weren’t joking faded. “It’s just fun to think about. I wouldn’t do anything without your permission, my love.”
Rarity nodded, nuzzled into Twilight’s chest. She was feeling strangely needy, and it disquieted her. She was a fierce, strong, independent businesswoman. She shouldn’t be clinging to her special somepony like the last piece of debris from a shipwreck, but here she was. By all means Twilight should be disgusted with her, but she was just stroking her mane reassuringly, still wrapping her wings around her so tightly. Forgiving her this moment of weakness and indulgence.
Rarity floated her hot chocolate around and sipped from it and it helped.
“Fluttershy,” she declared, mostly to prove her own bravery to herself. “She’s lovely. Non-threatening. If there’s anypony I trust to do everything she could not to come between us, it’d be her. And she’s so beautiful isn’t she? Those eyes of hers.”
“Fluttershy’s almost as beautiful as you, yeah,” Twilight agreed without seeming to think about it, which made Rarity swoon all the more, “but she’s not the best at communicating, is she? I wouldn’t trust her not to freak out and only tell us about it later. Or go to friends for support because she’s too scared to hurt our feelings. And I wouldn’t blame her, because it would be a scary situation.”
Rarity hummed thoughtfully. “I suppose you’re right. It’d have to be a pony I’d feel worthy of my Princess then, don’t you think? Maybe Celestia. You could have two beautiful white mares in your bed.”
Twilight went dreadfully pale. “No, you’d have to make that three. Please, don’t even joke about that one?”
“Oh, dear. Touchy subject?”
“You have no idea.” Twilight confirmed.
“Cadance then? She seems to treat your brother well. And you have a fondness for wiggling your flanks at each other.”
Twilight laughed. “Oh, having a crush on the babysitter, isn’t that too cliche?”
“Well. She’s lovely, she knows more about relations than anyone... She has to be a wild puma in bed, and you couldn’t tell me otherwise.”
Twilight blinked. “Wait, Cadance?”
“Yes, absolutely Cadance.”
“Huh. That explains a lot of things Shining has said... wow. That’s... I’m going to have to think about that.”
“Your brother’s not half bad himself, actually. Very strapping Captain of the Guard.” Rarity grinned, “And he has such wonderful family.”
“Rarity my family tree is not a menu.”
“Not yet, it isn’t...”
Twilight stared up at the ceiling and sighed. “You get so huggy when I bring this up, and you can’t share me, but now you’re about halfway to asking for a sleepover with my brother and sister-in-law.”
“I’d invite you.”
“You know, I’d probably be okay with it if it made you happy, but I’d probably spend the time taking my niece to the park.”
Rarity looked back up at her Princess. “You’d just... let me do that? You’d be fine with me... well, letting them borrow me for a few hours?”
“Well, you’d have to ask them, but I’m sure they’d both be pretty enthusiastic about the idea. Which, yeah, I guess now that I say that I get what you were thinking about Cadance. Sounds like fun, actually, but a bit squick for me to join in.”
Rarity nuzzled into Twilight’s ribs and thought about that. She was so not-jealous that it didn’t even factor into the answer she gave. It was that much of a non-issue that she didn’t think about it.
Rarity squeezed her that much tighter, even though her limbs hurt. Alicorn constitution kept Twilight intact.
Twilight kissed her cheek again, and finished her hot chocolate with a satisfied ‘ah!’. Rarity probably had chocolate stained kiss marks on her face, she realized. It didn’t bother her as much as she thought it might.
“Twilight?”
“Yes, Marshmallow?”
Rarity steeled herself. “Why does the idea of sharing me with other ponies not bother you as much as it bothers me?”
Twilight chuckled, but frowned as soon as she saw the hurt in Rarity’s eyes. “I wasn’t laughing at you, love. I thought it was funny I hadn’t thought about that before. But I guess it’s because I trust you that much? As long as you asked me first, and you always came back... I have your heart, don’t I?”
Rarity nodded as much as she could, which partially involved displacing Twilight’s spleen on the downswing, but she felt she had to be emphatic about that one, and she couldn’t work up the nerve to speak right now.
“Then why would I be worried about anything else?”
“I don’t know.” Rarity admitted in a miserable whisper.
“You don’t feel the same way?”
“No. I can’t.”
“That’s okay,” Twilight kissed Rarity’s neck this time, just under her jaw, “I wasn’t really thinking about anyone else. I only need you. I just thought it was fun to think about? A hypothetical.”
Rarity sighed in relief. She was so worried Twilight would be mad, or think she didn’t trust her... it wasn’t that at all. Rarity had absolute faith in Twilight’s faithfulness... what she was more worried about was what it’d do to her own insecurities.
It’d taken her two weeks to work up the nerve to lay subtle hints at Twilight’s hooves she was interested, which of course she hadn’t noticed, so Rarity finally snapped and yelled it at her and then ran away in a panic when she realized what she’d done and Twilight had to find her in a dark corner of the boutique eating ice cream and trying not to cry thinking she’d ruined everything and-
Twilight had said yes, and they’d gone for a walk, then had a lovely dinner, and Twilight had kissed her.
Rarity just felt so lucky to have her. Like that was an impossible thing. It was ridiculous, and Twilight frequently told her it was ridiculous, and reminded her of all the wonderful things about herself that Rarity already knew, and when she wasn’t around Twilight it all made so much sense.
But then when she said she loved her, all that went out the window, and Rarity forgot all about herself again.
It wasn’t healthy, no. She hated it. She hated it about herself, and was doing everything she could to get over it. It didn’t show, she hoped. Give her a few more months and she’d be over it, hopefully, when she was used to the idea that Princess Twilight Sparkle loved her too.
But for now, she was so scared that Twilight would find someone that deserved her more.
Her Princess stroked her hoof through her mane and whispered reassurances in her ear and hugged her back just as tight, wrapped her in those warm wings.
Rarity swallowed down her dry thought again, cleared her voice. Brought to fore all the confidence she had in her.
“Who do you think?”
“If you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to.”
“I’m not comfortable with the idea that I can’t even discuss this as a fantasy with you. Tell me, who would you pick?”
Twilight nodded. “Alright. I love you lots, okay? You just tell me if it’s too much.”
“I will. You know I will.”
“Pinkie Pie.”
Rarity’s head snapped back up off Twilight’s lap. “Pinkie Pie?”
“Yes, Pinkie Pie.”
“Really?”
Twilight smiled reassuringly, “She’s enthusiastic, she’s utterly selfless, she’s eager to please, she has so much energy... She’d be as worried about not letting us get hurt as Fluttershy, but she’d be far more likely to say things in the moment. I think she’s cute, too.”
“Certainly, certainly, but absolutely not. You’re right, of course, but I’d be afraid of finding toys with squeakers in them between my legs. I think she’d be too... manic? For me.”
“That’s fair. I kind of like that though.”
Rarity noted that down for later. That helped actually; she wasn’t feeling jealous when Twilight said that, she could just focus on Twilight’s reasons and interests. Understand her better. It was fun to think about it like that, actually.
There were pangs of insecurity and jealousy, of course, but also the knowledge she could kick Pinkie’s ass if she tried anything, and as Twilight’s first second-choice, that filled her with confidence.
“Okay. Who else?”
“Applejack.” Twilight said with confidence. “I like muscles on a pony,” her Princess poked at Rarity’s strong core for emphasis, “and she’s got that. She’s a great listener. She’s good with a rope... Honestly, I think I’d just like it if her and I could gang up on you. She’d be a fantastic second dom to work with. We delegate and do teamwork really well.”
It also helped that Twilight’s fantasies involving other ponies still somehow revolved around her in some way.
That thought of Applejack and Twilight teaming up on her in a barn, stringing her up from a support beam, both of them in matching leather, working together with their usual enthusiastic efficiency...
“That’s a thought. But Applejack’s more like a sister to me than anything else...”
Twilight laughed. “Your first suggestion was my actual sister-in-law. Then my brother. In that order.”
“Well. Yes. I suppose.” Rarity admitted.
“... Rainbow Dash?”
“No.”
“Yeah, that’s fair.”
Twilight grinned. Not a big goofy one, more of a sinister inflection than that.
“My Marshmallow?”
Rarity rolled onto her back and looked up curiously, “Yes?”
“What about teasing, denial and edging?”
“I had... not thought about that before, no.” Rarity admitted. “What would that involve?”
“Well,” Twilight sing-songed, her magic looping tendrils down Rarity’s chest, down her stomach, “I get you nice and wet, like you are now--”
“Twilight!” Rarity yelped.
Twilight ignored her though. “Then I play with you a bit until you’re really, really close... and then I stop.”
“You... stop?”
“Yes,” Twilight confirmed gravely with a single slow nod of her head, “I just stop. And then you beg, and plead and whine for me to continue.”
“Oh.” Rarity gulped. “I do?”
“Yes, you do.” Twilight confirmed again, “Of course you do. Then you know what I do?”
“What do you do?”
“Absolutely nothing.” Twilight whispered into her ear, sending chills down Rarity’s spine. “Nothing at all.”
“O-oh.” Rarity bit her cheek, “I see.”
“Do you?” Twilight’s tendrils looped even lower. There was still wine on her breath, but her eyes were sharp and clear, her hooves absolutely steady cradling Rarity’s neck on her lap. “Because you might think you do, but I haven’t really showed you yet.”
“No, I suppose you haven’t.” Rarity’s voice was even, but she was trembling in Twilight’s lap now. Her knees were pressed together hard enough to make the skin a tight white around where the bone pressed. Twilight slid more tendrils between them, pried them apart, still looking into Rarity’s eyes as she did, watching her so carefully. Still smiling that sinister smile.
“I could do that, you know.” Twilight said so matter-of-factly, as true as a weather report. Today: Hot, wet and high humidity. “But only if you ask me very nicely, Marshmallow.”
“I-- I’d ask you to torture me like that? Willingly?”
Twilight growled low in her throat. “Oh, yes.”
The tendrils stopped. Rarity’s legs fell back to the couch limply, she hadn’t realized she was being lifted up at some point. Rarity lay panting, gasping, hadn’t realized she hadn’t breathed in a solid thirty seconds now.
Twilight chuckled. “You’re very fun to tease, did you know?”
“Thank you, my Princess.”
Twilight kissed her by the base of her horn. “You really liked that, huh?”
“It was absolute torture. I think my nethers are about to catch fire, and I’m frustrated enough that I said that out loud without having a heart attack.”
“Ooh. Marshmallow got brave on me,” Twilight teased, kissing her cheek again, “I’ll definitely remember that one.”
“You’re cruel!”
“You love it.”
“... I do...”
“I love you, too.”
“... I love you too, too.”
“Uh... but... I really won’t do anything without your permission, okay?” Twilight’s voice wavered for the first time all evening. “So if that really wasn’t okay with you...”
Rarity grabbed the pillow and started beating Twilight over the head with it, screaming in frustration.
“I’m sorry!”
“Stop being so wonderful! You idiot!”
“I’m sorry!”
“I want you so badly!”
“I’m... sorry?”
Rarity stomped to the stairs and pointed up. “Princess Twilight Sparkle. Bedroom. Now. You are going to go upstairs right now, and you are going to dominate the everloving heck out of me, or I swear to the Sisters themselves I’ll set you on fire with my mind.”
Twilight grinned. “But we haven’t even talked about if you want to be big spoon or little spoon when we cuddle after? That’s very important.”
“Little spoon. Now, Princess.”
Twilight popped off the couch in a burst of magic, appeared next to Rarity, and then in a flash of purple light they were both landing on her bed with a bounce. Twilight giggled.
They stared at each other.
Twilight’s face was the very picture of fear. “We’re really doing this?”
Rarity eyed the door. “I suppose we are, yes.”
Twilight nodded enthusiastically. “Because, I’d really like to.”
“Yes.” Rarity agreed, eyes still on the door.
They both stayed absolutely still.
There was only one way out of this then. Rarity took a deep breath, worked up all her courage, and found the words that would make her Princess be brave so that she didn’t have to.
“Twilight?”
“Yes, Marshmallow?”
“There’s no real reason to be anxious, is there?” Rarity looked her love dead straight in the eye, and watched the transformation as Twilight processed those words. As Twilight’s fear became a relaxed smile. As Twilight wrapped her wings about her and kissed her deeply. As her Princess came back to her.
As her Princess whispered into her ear; “Well. Let’s see if I can satisfy you after all, my love.”