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// Interlude: When The Door Closed 
// Story: Geoverse One-Shot #9: The Safe Word Is... 
// by GeodesicDragon 
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INTERLUDE


When The Door Closed


As the door slammed shut behind me, I was tossed onto the bed like a ragdoll. I looked around in silent horror at the many things littered around the room — a collection of whips, arm and leg restraints, chains, a gimp suit – though where Twilight had gotten it from was, and still is, beyond me – and a small metal branding iron, commonly seen at cattle ranches.

Twilight cracked the whip to get my attention as she walked over to me, so I quickly removed the gag. "Twilight, please," I pleaded. "Listen to me, I never asked for any of this! I said I wanted a night of really passionate sex — not painful sex! My handwriting cannot be that hard for you to make out!"

"You did say in your letter that you would pretend to not know what was going on," Twilight replied, still walking towards me with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Now let's get busy, because Cadence wants this stuff back as soon as possible."

"YOU'RE NOT LISTENING TO ME!" I shouted. "For fuck sake, Twi, use some common sense! We've been set up by John and Spike! This is all some kind of sick joke to them!" I got off the bed and quickly tackled the advancing alicorn, pinning her underneath me and thus stopping her from trying anything. "Look again at the letter, Twilight, and focus this time!"

Twilight glared at me for a moment, but eventually sighed. Lighting her horn, she opened one of the nearby drawers and took out a sheet of parchment. Bringing it over, I snatched it out the air and read it. My suspicions confirmed, I thrust it in her face. "Read it again," I demanded. "And tell me what's wrong."

Twilight's eyes danced over the letter as she read it, her blush intensifying. But that soon faded as realisation hit her. "This... this isn't your writing," she said flatly. "Oh, Celestia, you're right." She looked away with tears in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Geo, I guess I was caught up over the idea of trying something new."

"Seriously?" I asked, getting off her and helping her up. "You were going to treat this as an experiment?" She nodded meekly and, after a pause, I laughed heartily. "That's my Twilight, always wanting to learn." I kissed her cheek tenderly. "Don't ever change."

"Y-you're not mad?" she whimpered, to which I shrugged. She didn't seem to like this, and raised her voice. "Well you should be mad at me! For fuck sake, Geo, I nearly raped you! You can't seriously be okay with that!"

"That may be true," I replied. "But the fact remains that you didn't rape me. I managed to talk you round, and now the two of us are gonna figure out what we're going to do to John and Spike."

Twilight looked around the room at the various items, before a wicked grin came to her lips. "It's so obvious," she said. "Since they were so keen for you to be trapped in a dungeon, we should see to it that they are locked up in one instead!"

"Sounds good to me," I said, clapping my hands together. "Now why don't you and I forget this happened and just get around to celebrating my homecoming?" I cast a cautionary glance around the room. "And let's just pretend this stuff isn't here... though I don't think I'm gonna be able to look at Cadence or Shining Armour the same way ever again."

Twilight grimaced – presumably at unwanted mental images – and flared her horn with magic. The dominatrix outfit was encompassed in her aura, but I quickly put a hand out.

"Leave that on," I said wickedly. "And get on that bed. Now."

Grinning from ear to ear, Twilight did as she was asked — and then the two of us had our best reunion yet.