Perspective: Diamond Tiara

Diamond Tiara groaned as she slowly regained consciousness, the last thing she remembered, she was in Sugar Cube Corners waiting for Silver Spoon to arrive so they could have their regular Thursday Ice-cream Social. Now the young mare seemed to be in a moderately lit and sparsely furnished room. There was a small wooden dresser against the far wall, the slightly plush bed she was lying on and not much else. As her eyes searched for a way out and she pushed herself op into a sitting position, Diamond become aware of another startling fact…she was completely naked.

Her hands flew to cover her young breasts and protect her modesty of their own accord, despite the fact there she seemed to be alone. After all, her father had always told her that she was an important girl, and important girls are never to be undressed even in a bedroom. Actually, now that she thought about it, he’d also muttered something like ‘especially in a bedroom that isn’t yours’. With a shudder, she hugged her knees to her chest, her mind conjuring image of a depraved stallion or mare entering the room with the intent to rape her. It was obvious that she had been foalnapped for some reason, and she could guess it was either for sexual depravity or a big ransom as after all, she was a rich pony, and that kind of thing happened sometimes.

She was still musing on the possibilities of turning this to her advantage in her social circles, when she heard a lock being opened from a previously unnoticed door. The sound quickly brought her back to reality as she looked around for some kind of weapon to defend herself with, but there was no time…the door was already opening and Diamond was certain this had to be her captor. Although, as the last pony she expected to pull something like this walked into the room, she wasn’t quite so sure.

The figure she saw was a mare as nude as Diamond herself. She had a light yellow coat with a red mane and tail. Her body was very well developed both as a mare and in terms of musculature. In short, she looked extremely fit and healthy, with her body retaining its natural curves to the hip, butt and bust. But what completely convinced Diamond that this was the mare she thought was the signature large red bow she wore in her mane and the cutie mark on her flank, an apple under a mortar and pestle. After a few minutes of trying to get passed her suddenly dry and disbelieving throat, Diamond managed to find her voice.

“A-Applebloom…?”

Perspective: Applebloom

Applebloom grinned a little as she saw her foalhood tormentor recognize her. It had taken her a while to get everything ready for this, but if she were being honest with herself (and being an Apple, Applebloom was very honest with herself) Applebloom was greatly looking forward to the events of the next few days. She ignored Diamond Tiara for the moments as she closed the door and calmly walked over to the dresser, flicking her tail over her ass as she walked and putting a bit of a sway into her hips. Even with her back turned to the bed, Applebloom could feel the other mare’s eyes on her, watching her. It made her feel a little dirty, but that was soon surpassed by a feeling of control that she rather liked.

Opening the top drawer of the dresser, she retrieved several items that she would need in the next few minutes. Her studies with Zecora in the field of Zebra Alchemy had prepared her well for this moment, and she intended to milk it for all it was worth. With another small grin she opened the second drawer and looked over the contents, these would be coming into play later, after Applebloom finished with the first phase of her plans. Speaking of which.

Applebloom turned back to Diamond Tiara on the bed, the items she had removed from the dresser now in plain view of the other mare. She felt a surge of satisfaction as Diamond’s eyes widened a little at the sight of the syringe she held.

“Wha-what are you going to do with that?!” Diamonds voice broke a little as her face paled slightly. Applebloom smiled again at the other mare panic, it was a little known fact that Diamond Tiara hated getting needles, but Applebloom had happened to be in the Ponyville Clinic at just the right time to get the whole story from Filthy Rich as he tried to bribe his daughter into getting a necessary shot for school.

“Now don’t y’all worry about a thing Dimond, ah know exactly what ah’m doin’ here. Ah help ta give our cows their shots all th’ time.” Applebloom filled and tapped the syringe with a practiced hand as she approached the bed. Diamond tried to escaper her, but she caught the mare by the ankle and deftly plunged the needle into the middle of Diamond’s cutie mark, injecting the mare with the clear solution before she could fight back or realize what was going on. It was a trick the farm mare used frequently on the cows, as some of them could get extremely skittish at times, particularly a cow name Moorella. Diamond Tiara yelped a little as she was injected, but like the cows, she was a little late to do anything about it.

“What was that?! You do anything to me…it will be the end of you Applebloom!” Applbloom calmly backed away from Diamond, capping and disposing of the used syringe as the spoiled mare ranted at her.

“Y’all can relax Dimond, that there shot ain’t gonna hurt ya, it’s j’st ta make what’s about ta happen go a bit smoother. See, ya hurt a lot o’ ponies during yer time, what with yer actions, an’ teasin’, an’ let’s not ferget yer ‘holier n’ thou’ attitude problem. Lots’a ponies ‘re wantin’ a bit’a payback fer what ya did to ‘em, an’ they’re all waitn’ outside fer their turn with ya.” The farm mare grinned as she noticed Diamond fidgeting a little on the bed, eyeing her body. Pampered and plumped, Diamond had a soft look to her form that Applebloom found just slightly ridiculous. Sure her coat was clean and healthy, but Diamond was clearly not in shape like the farm mare, for all they were both Earth Ponies, Diamond was served everything while Applebloom worked for it. ‘Bloom’s eyes found Diamond’s pert but small bust. Another bone of contention for the pair had been Applebloom getting the better rack in high school, and the farm mare smiled fondly at the memory.

Returning to the foot of the bed, Applebloom picked up the other item she removed from the top drawer as Diamond succumbed to the effects of the aphrodisiac she had been injected with.

“Let’s get started….”

Author's Note

This is the first time ive ever submitted a story on FIMfic. i have no idea why i decided to write this, but i am under the command of the Spark. so, things look bleak for ol DT...what does Applebloom have planned for the opener? who else might show up for a piece of Diamond? you'll just have to see...