Continuation of >>781921
 
The two of them finished their kiss, pulling away to take a breath. They planned on continuing, but before they had the chance to touch lips once more, there was a knock on the cottage’s front door. This surprised them, as they didn’t tell anypony as to where they were running off to specifically. Sighing, Twilight called on her magic, and used a simple illusion spell to hide her outfit under a fake robe. She left the bedroom to go see who it was, leaving Rarity to wait for her return. She waited, and waited, and waited for about five minutes. She didn’t expect for Twi to take that long to tell a pony to begone, but her worries grew when she heard a rather large thud outside of the room.
 
She decided to quietly step out to investigate, only to find Twilight nowhere to be seen. She walked through the small home as quietly as her boots would let her, but her progression halted when she heard the faint sound of hoofsteps behind her. Right behind her. She slowly turned around, but before she could even get a good look at her assailant, a gloved hand with a cloth in it shoved itself into her face while another grabbed her to keep her from pushing away. Within a few seconds, the chloroform did its job, and the ivory unicorn fell into a deep slumber.
 

 
About an hour later, two groans filled the room as the festive couple began to awaken from their forced nap. Both Rarity and Twilight attempted to raise their arms to rub the sleep from their eyes, but their arms wouldn’t move. Either of them. This was more then enough to completely rouse the two mares, who looked over to each other, to which they found the other bound up in a harness, their arms tied behind their backs, a ballgag stuffed in their mouths, their legs well restrained, for the princess among the two, they made sure to take care of those pesky wings, and to top it all off, an inhibitor ring on their horns.
 
 
Upon further inspection they noticed they were laying on some sort of padded material, like a bed, with wood surrounding them. Then it hit them. They were in a crate. A knock on said wood gained the attention of both ladies, making them look up. A pony, hidden well in the shadow of the dark room and by the black clothing they donned, towered over the box. They gave the mares what appeared to be a smirk before reaching down and picking up something, holding it high for them to see. he two lovers panicked at the sight, and tried to squirm out of their binds, but it was no use. They let out one final muffled scream before the crate’s lid was put on top and drilled on tight, leaving the captive couple to whatever may be waiting for them when the lid may be removed.