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// Letter To A Desperate Mare 
// Story: Geoverse One-Shot #9: The Safe Word Is... 
// by GeodesicDragon 
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THE SAFE WORD IS...


By GeodesicDragon and Mikazuchi


I walked over to the suitcase on the bed and haphazardly stuffed a few articles of clothing into it, before glancing around the room to ensure I hadn't forgotten anything. Satisfied that I hadn't, I shut the case and put it at my feet.

"I really wish I could come with you," a small voice to my right said mournfully. "But, as Celestia and Luna said, Chancellor Bronzebeak asked for you specifically."

I climbed onto the bed and lay down next to the source of the voice. "It's all right, Twi," I replied. "I'll be back before you know it. And at least I know all the meetings I've been having with that old coot have been worth it."

"But a whole month?" she whined. "The last time we were apart for that length of time, and then some, I nearly went insane!"

"You'll have the kids to keep you company," I assured her. "Not to mention the rest of our friends."

"Except Spike," Twilight said suddenly. "I'm sending him with you so that we can keep in touch. Just tell Bronzebeak that he's your assistant. Then again, he kinda is — seeing as he's my assistant. And since we're married, what's mine is yours." She grinned.

I rolled my eyes. "All right, he can come," I replied, which made Twilight squee in delight. "But only if he wants to." I said sternly. "I don't want to force him to do something he doesn't want to. But then again... he might come, given that Rarity is away."

"Then it's settled," Twilight said. "I'll talk to him and ask if he'd be interested in joining you on... say, when are you due to leave?"

"Not for a couple of days yet," I shrugged. "The Chancellor says he wants time to prepare for our meeting."

"Well in that case..." Twilight leapt on top of me, pinning me underneath her and rendering me unable to move. "You might as well show me exactly what I'll be missing during our time apart."

"Gladly," I grunted. "I'll rock your world so much, you're gonna try time-travelling again just to get to the end of the month!"

"Oh, yeah?" Twilight asked smugly. "Well, I'm going to rock your world so much, you're going to do anything you can to get yourself sent home from the meeting!"

We closed the distance between us, kissing passionately. And then, needless to say, we ended up proving each other right.


***


A couple of days later, I was standing by the chariot which would take me to the Gryphon capital. Spike – who had agreed to go with me – was by my side, and the two of us were saying our goodbyes to Twilight. But as I finished hugging her, the door to the landing platform swung open and John swaggered in. He was carrying a suitcase and had a huge grin on his face.

"What in the fuck are you doing?" I asked him. "I don't need any more clothes, thank you, so you can put that down and say your goodbyes to me."

"Oh, these aren't your clothes," he replied nonchalantly. "They're mine, because I'm coming with you."

"Er... what?" I asked, confused. "You can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am," he said. "Did you really think that I was going to miss my potential one and only chance to visit the place where they eat real meat?" He chuckled. "The tree back at the farm is a testament to how desperate I am to get some, so you can bet your royal ass that I'm gonna take this chance while I can!"

Twilight looked at him incredulously. "You're going away from Applejack and the farm for a whole month... just so you can sate your carnivorous nature?"

"It was AJ's idea," John defended. "I'm not going to insult her by copying her accent, but she basically said to go and satisfy my hunger before I killed something." He shifted uncomfortably. "Because the way things were going... I probably would have."

Twilight looked at me, shocked. "Are you okay with this?" she asked. "About him going with you, I mean."

"I'll just pretend he's my other assistant," I shrugged. "Besides... I'm kinda looking forward to eating some real meat myself." I chuckled as Twilight's jaw dropped even further. "Don't look at me like that, Twi, you know as much as I do that the fake stuff doesn't really 'do it' for me." I involuntarily licked my lips.

Twilight closed her mouth and sighed. "I guess so," she muttered. "And at least the animals the gryphons eat willingly chose to be used as such." She nuzzled my cheek. "But this isn't getting you to your meeting, so you'd better go."

I gave her one last hug and then climbed into the chariot with John and Spike, the former looking extremely happy to be going. I couldn't blame him — he doesn't get out all that often.

We settled into our seats as the chariot took off towards our destination, with John looking excitedly out the window.


***


A couple of weeks had passed, and things were going well. To my relief – and considerable shock – the Chancellor didn't mind that I had brought my 'assistants' along.

"You're a Prince," he had said. "So it would be remiss of you not to bring your assistants along."

I had to stop John from smacking him upside the head, but other than that our visit had gone swimmingly. I got up from the mountain of paperwork that covered the desk in front of me, grabbing a view vital pieces, and walked to the door.

"Time for my next meeting," I said to John and Spike, who were playing a card came on the floor. "Will you guys be all right?"

"We'll be fine," John muttered, not looking up from the cards. "As long as I can rely on room service to bring me some motherfucking bacon, I'll be golden."

"Likewise," Spike added. "But for gems, not meat, of course."

I smiled, nodded and then walked out the room, closing the door behind me — but not before I heard two raised voices shouting "Snap!" and then descending into an argument about who had called it first. Rolling my eyes, I walked away from the two children and onwards to more important matters.


***


John and Spike lay on the floor amid a mess of cards, panting heavily. They glared at each other for a moment before they both broke out into laughter.

"That was fun," John said. "I can now add 'fought a dragon' to the list of awesome things I've done."

Spike grinned. "Happy to have been of service," he replied. "And I can add 'made John cry' to my list of achieve—"

Before John could contest what Spike was saying, a scroll – bearing the seal of Princess Twilight Sparkle – had been belched onto the floor. The two of them looked at it for a moment before Spike picked it up and opened it.

"It could be for me," he said, noticing John's raised eyebrow. "I am her assistant after all. Now shut up and let me concentrate."



Dearest Geo,

I hope you are well, and that the negotiations for this trade deal are going ahead as planned. I also hope that John and Spike are behaving themselves. Then again, we haven't had any letters from our embassy there saying that they've been arrested — so thank Celestia and Luna for small miracles.

I have been keeping busy with the kids and our friends, as you suggested, but I have to say that it has been rather lonely without you to help keep the bed warm. But just to give you some advanced warning: I will be jumping on you the instant you get home, and you won't be leaving my clutches for at least a week.

I can only picture the look on your face as you read that, but knowing you... it was one of sheer joy.



Spike and John, who had been reading over his shoulder, both turned bright red as they read these words. But soon their curiosity got the better of them, and they read on.



Whatever else I was going to add to this letter can wait until you get home — and then it can wait until we've both recovered from our quick reunion. Except it won't be quick, as I've been practising that 'recovery' spell I told you about — and I can't wait to use it.

Put simply, my love, you are in for the best week of your life when you return. I can only hope that you don't get too excited and jeopardise your relationship with the gryphons.

Have fun thinking about it, because I know I will. ;)

Love,
Twilight.



"Holy crap," John muttered as Spike put the letter down. "She is gagging for it!" A wicked grin spread across his face. "Hey, Spike... are you up for having a laugh?"

Spike looked at him warily. "Sure," he said. "But, er, what exactly do you have in mind?"

"It's simple," John replied. "Twilight, as you no doubt saw, is clearly very horny. Speaking from experience, a mare is more susceptible to persuasion when she's feeling like this. So what we're gonna do is send her a letter 'from Geo', with loads of really weird ideas that they can use during their little 'welcome back' party."

Spike nodded eagerly. "I'm up for that," he said, rushing over to the desk and grabbing some parchment and a quill. "I guess you've got some ideas about what it should say, so I'll let you dictate it."

"Let me think for a second," John rubbed his temples for a moment, then snapped his fingers. "All right, got it. Spike... take a letter."



Dearest Twilight,

After reading your letter, I can honestly say that I cannot wait to get back to you! But since you're so keen to keep me imprisoned, as it were, might I suggest that you take it to the next level?

I'm saying that we should totally roleplay this. I will be your servant, and you will be my mistress. I'm talking whips, chains, (fake) leather straps and a gag.

I will let you do whatever the hell you want to me for that entire week, and I won't resist. After all, how could I possibly resist somepony as sexy as you? In fact, to make it even better, I will pretend not to know about what's going on. But no matter how much I try to deny it, you are to take me into that room and make use of all the objects I mentioned.

In fact, I'll even put up a fight — just so you will have no choice but to make me submit. I highly recommend using the ball gag the first chance you get.

However, in case things get a little too heated, I suggest that we have a 'safe word'. I was thinking something along the lines of 'farfegnugereinenkleinerschinsselbach'. Why is it so complicated? Because I don't think we're gonna need it. ;)



"Wait!" Spike gasped. "I've got an idea for something to add."



But that's not all, my love, because for the big finale — I want you to heat up a branding iron and give me a cutie mark all to myself.



"That's brilliant, Spike," John cackled. "And there was me thinking that I was the perverted one."

The two of them chuckled and continued writing.



I sincerely hope that you will have all this ready by the time I get back. Just thinking about it is making me feel... well, you know.

This is what I want, Twilight, nothing more. Now make it happen.

Yours unto eternity,
Geo.



"All right, we're done," John said, clapping his hands together. "All we need to do now is send it, and we're golden."

"I won't send it just now," Spike said. "Geo needs to see Twilight's letter first. He'll then write a reply to it, but I will send the one we've just wrote instead." He winked slyly. "This'll be so worth it."

John winked back. "You, sir, are a legend," he held out a fist, which Spike bumped with his. "I can't wait to see how this turns out."

The two of them laughed again, just as the door opened and Geo walked in looking content.

"Hey there, Geo," Spike said. "I trust the meeting went well?" Geo nodded. "Good, because I've got something here that will make you even happier — a letter from Twilight..."


***


After I had read Twilight's letter, I eagerly wrote a reply back which told her just how much I was looking forward to our reunion. Spike sent it off for me, and I spent the rest of my visit – not to mention the entire trip back – thinking about what exactly Twilight had in store for me. A lot of images flashed across my mind, which in turn led to me finally sitting with one leg over the other.

As the chariot landed at the platform, I watched as the guards unhitched themselves, saluted, and left. I got out and looked for Twilight, but to my dismay she wasn't anywhere in sight.

"Something must have kept her," I said. "I'll just wait a few more minutes. She'll be here, I know she—"

"Are you looking for me, Geo?" a voice, dripping with lust, asked from the shadows. I whipped around on the spot — my jaw dropping at the sight of Twilight wearing what looked like a dominatrix outfit. She was even carrying a whip. "I did as you asked." she cooed. "Now get over here, slave, and do as your mistress commands."

I began sweating profusely. "What..." I stuttered. "What are you talking about, Twi? Where did you even get that stuff?"

Twilight ruffled her wings. "Cadence let me borrow it for a few days," she replied. "Now shut up and let's go. Your mistress is eager to punish her slave."

She took a hold of me in her levitation aura and began walking back towards our bedroom. I began struggling, fearful of what was going to happen next. "Guys, help!" I pleaded of John and Spike. "This isn't what I wanted at all!" They snickered. "Don't just stand there, you bastards, do something!"

They burst out laughing and fell over, clutching their sides. And at that moment, realisation hit me — I knew then what had happened, and I wasn't very pleased about it. "You twisted fuckers!" I bellowed. "When I get out of this, you're gonna be so—mmf!"

"You talk too much, slave," Twilight growled, fixing a ball gag in place with another quick dose of levitation magic. "Now let's go and have some fun — and you'll be pleased to hear that the branding iron is ready to go."

The colour drained from my face as the door slammed shut behind me — my muffled cries echoing around the castle.


***


John and Spike caught each other's gaze as they looked around at the stone walls and smiled weakly.

"I still say it was worth it," Spike said. "Though, in hindsight, maybe we should have left out the part about the cutie mark."

John scraped a fingernail along the rough stone wall. "I don't see why Geo is so mad about this. Surely most stallions would pay through the nose for a mare to do that to them?"

A voice behind them caught their attention. "Who cares?" it said. "All that matters now is the fact that you two are my bitches."

John and Spike sighed — before they each sent a fist into the darkness. Two thumps, followed by a muffled whine, filled the room as a figure slumped to the ground.

"Piss off, Flash," John growled. "Nopony cares about your opinion."

"Why is he even in here?" Spike queried.

"Because he heard about what happened to Geo and tried getting Twilight to do it to him," John replied. "So she said 'since you are so keen to see a dungeon, I'll take you to one' — this one."

Spike chuckled. "I bet he wasn't expecting that," he said. "Oh, Flash, when will you learn that she doesn't like you?"

"When Tartarus freezes over," John quipped. "Or when Prince Blueblood stops acting like a jackass." They both chuckled at this, before John coughed. "Say, Spike... when you came up with that 'cutie mark' idea, did you have a clue as to what it would look like?"

Spike nodded and ran a claw along the many layers of dust on the dungeon floor. Once he was done, he stepped back to allow John to see his work. John looked at the drawing and then back to Spike, who simply grinned and nodded.

After a brief pause, both of them fell over howling with laughter.