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// Fetish 
// Story: In Which SPark Attempts to be Slightly Less Verbose. 
// by SPark 
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	Twilight Sparkle closed the door behind Spike.  Step one, check.  Her quill rose and ticked off “Send Spike to help Rarity.”  That always kept Spike occupied for at least two hours.  Whisking the list along with her she trotted up to her bedroom.  A quick once-over tidied up a few books left scattered around.  

Nodding briskly she checked off “Tidy bedroom.”  Then, with a flicker of fuchsia magic, she lifted a key from its hiding place on top of a windowsill, where Spike couldn't reach it.  The key fit a small chest that was stowed under her bed.

She pulled the chest out, unlocked it, and opened the lid.  Twilight beamed down at the contents of the chest with a sense of accomplishment.  It had taken a lot of research and experimentation to assemble her collection.  There were books stowed in the chest, of course.  A copy of the Pony Sutra, for starters.  That was traditional, even if it didn't get as much use as some of the other volumes.  A beautifully illustrated book of Neighponese shibari was tucked next to it. There were also a few romance novels, including a very well-worn copy of Children of Arborvitae, which always made Twilight feel just a little strange, since her mother had written it.  

And then there were the other things.  Just a few...toys, carefully chosen.  She frowned as she noticed the tangle of straps in the bottom of the chest.  She shouldn't have been that careless putting things away.  She pulled the knotted mess out with her magic and set about straightening it.  When she was done she had three pieces neatly laid out next to the chest.  One was a simple bitless bridle, with a long, slender horn attached to it.  Then there was a matching set of wings, attached to a harness that would hold them on securely. 

A second set of wings was the exact color of Twilight's coat.  She smoothed those straps too, then picked up the wings and looked at them with a faint frown.  “Well, I suppose I don't need these any more.  It seems like a shame to throw them away though.”  She dithered for a while, before finally returning the wings to the chest, tucking them in at the bottom where they wouldn't be in the way.  There were a lot of fond memories associated with those wings.

She ticked “prepare equipment” off her list, leaving just one euphemistic item remaining.  “Have fun.”  She grinned at that.  It would be a while before she'd be ready to tick that one off.  But when the time came, that check box would be well and truly checked.

The sound of hooves tapping at her front door told her that her guest had arrived.  She clattered down to meet him, ushering him inside with a special smile.  “Your highness.  I have everything ready.  You can come prepare yourself in my room, and then we can consummate our eternal alicorn love in a manner suited to such as we.  Shall we proceed?”

Her guest chuckled softly as she spoke.  Twilight had been reading too many of those romance novels again, he could tell.  Still, not all of the ideas she'd gotten from them had been completely daft.  Some had been pretty fun. So, with a smile and a nod, he replied, “Eyup.