Diamond Tiara awoke, and thankfully the sun was still up. It was just beginning its downward descend in the sky, turning the clouds a rich amber and gold. There was something off, Diamond could feel it as she sat up and stretched her muscles, stifling a yawn as her senses came back one by one. The first thing she heard was laughter, deep and masculine, coming from somewhere downstairs. The kind of laughter someone made when they were trying to keep quiet. It was a miracle that Tiara even heard it, but her hearing was heightened somehow. The second thing she noticed was the smell of something like paint, or varnish. She stood up warily and walked over to the door to her room, pushing it open and taking a peek outside. She could still hear voices from downstairs. Her mother and father were both staying late at work, and it was much too early to even consider their arrival.

That left only two options; a surprise visit from friends-slash--relatives, or an intruder. She closed her door once again, and stepped back to calm the beating of her frantic heart. If they were trying to keep quiet that could either mean they were a friend, paying her a courtesy so as not to wake her up, or they were with a friend breaking into her house. If she went downstairs she could get kidnapped, or worse... but if she didn't then she could spurn a couple of her friends who had popped around for a visit.

She turned to her calendar to make sure she hadn't forgotten a sleepover, maybe a night playing video games or something. Nothing was marked down. She decided to suck it up and investigate. For some reason it just made sense to her. She walked downstairs as though through treacle, nervousness growing with each step.

It wasn't until she came into the living room that she saw the cause of the commotion. Her friends were indeed there, and they were laughing, but they were also the cause of the smell of paint. Scoots held a spray-can of red paint in his hand, he and Applebuck were both busy applying paint to the walls of her house, writing every slur they could think of on the wallpaper. Silver Bell was resting on the coffee table like he owned the damn thing, directing their work with both his hands raised—thumbs and forefingers making a square as though he was practicing for a photo shoot.

They were laughing about it, too. Diamond walked forward as though in a trance, staring at the words on the wall. Bitch, Diamond Tiara took in the scene with some sort of muted confusion. Confusion lead to sorrow, a dash of betrayal for seasoning, then brought to a boil over the course of about three seconds, until it erupted in rage. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Oh hey, she's awake," Silver Bell pushed himself off of the coffee table and paced around to the back of the couch, folding his arms over his chest with a grin.

The other two turned around and froze, paint cans still held up to the walls.

"What..." Diamond walked forward a few steps. The anger in her heart turned into a modicum of sorrow, and the rage, the ranting, the raving she was preparing all fell away to a single question; "why?"

"Oh, don't give us that" Scoots turned around and cast the paint can to one side. "You know you've had this coming."

"You can't just break into my house and vandalise my stuff!" Diamond strode towards Silver Bell and prodded a finger into his chest. "That's going too far!" she stated accusingly.

Silver Bell scoffed derisively. Scoots and Buck both exchanged looks.

"Like running smear campaigns in the school paper?" Applebuck asked.

"Like keeping blackmail material on people?" Scoots piped up.

Silver checked his nails absently. "Like forcing us to be your reporters for no other reason than 'we sell'?" he asked with a smirk.

Diamond drew back a little, hurt and guilt making her face fall. "That's..." she shook her head. "That's not who I am anymore."

"No, of course not," Silver Bell sang sweetly, a saccharine sound that belied the maliciousness hidden beneath his tone. "That's why you laugh when something bad happens to us," he began

"Make jokes about it for weeks," Applebuck continued.

"And use your daddy's influence and wealth to get what you want," Scoots finished.

Tiara felt a spear of guilt worm its way through her insides like an icicle. She felt a cold feeling worm its way out from her stomach. She didn't still behave like that, did she... oh god... "I don't..." she weakly began.

Applebuck shook his head and held up an accusing hand, gesturing at her. "You're just a brat, Ti. A spoiled brat, and you know it!"

She looked at each of their faces in turn. There was hatred, there was anger, and she couldn't bear to look at it. She collapsed against the back of the chair, barely supporting her own weight as her hands found her face, and she choked out little sobs. "I'm sorry, I didn't know how bad I still was."

"Oh she's sorry. Hear that, Crusaders?" Applebuck raised his voice. "She's sorry, well, you know what I think?"

Tiara looked up at him. "What?"

One of his hands shot out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her close. "I don't think you're sorry enough," his voice dropped to a low growl and he smirked, showing off his pearly white teeth.

Diamond yelped in shock as she collided with his muscles, feeling as though she had hit a brick wall. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think, guys?" Scoots asked, stepping up behind her and letting his eyes appreciatively look over every curve on her body. "How should we make dear Diamond pay us back?"

"I have a few ideas," Silver Bell smirked, watching the scene unfold.

Applebuck nodded "I reckon we could think of something," he said to her, one hand stroking her cheek while the other cradled the small of her back.

Despite the fact that this was playing exactly like one of the seedier videos Tiara had stumbled across on the internet, her cheeks flushed red as she realised she was sandwiched between two of them. "Oh dear..." she whimpered gently as she felt both of their hands come to rest on her body. Applebuck moved down to slide over her hips softly, while Scoots hugged around her midsection.

It was a little easier than she had expected, kissing Applebuck for the first time; especially since he initiated. One moment she was staring up at his rugged and handsome face with wide eyes. The next he had lunged down and captured her lips in a fiery kiss. She knew her way around a kiss, but it was so different with him. Everything. His touch was so forceful that she was almost intimidated by the first simple brush of his lips. His taste was deep and rich, like a strong whiskey, making her drunk and almost burning in its intensity. The scent of him lingered—the scent of a hard day's work mixed with a cologne she had never smelt before. The scent blended in with the taste of him on her lips, making every nerve in her body flare up with fire in ways that she had never experienced. Half of her was screaming that this was veering dangerously close to the point of no return. The other half was telling her to cannonball into the pool of new sensations opening up to her.

Libido, what are you doing?

I am assuming direct control.

It surprised and delighted her when he was the one who parted his lips first. The warm caress of his mouth over hers was so incredible, and she was so lost in it that she had no control over the little whimper that escaped her when his tongue darted out. It teased her lips apart, a task made easy by her own desire to deepen the kiss, until tongue met tongue in a duel that was half playful and half curious. The taste of him was like nothing she had imagined. It was wild and sharp, reminding her faintly of a spice she couldn’t quiet place. As the kiss lingered, going no further but losing none of its intimacy, she felt herself clutch at his shirt desperately as the two boys pressed into her.

This is bad... this is really bad, I should stop this. Diamond's eyes opened in a lustful haze.

Come on, just let go a little. that voice in her head goaded her into carrying on.

She shook her head. This isn't what I wanted. she wanted to sit them down and talk, not find them trashing her home, not skipping straight to sex, and certainly not wanting it to continue.It was tempting. It was oh so tempting to just let go, and let the ride take its course.

But you want to make amends, right? that little voice piped up once more in her moment of confusion. They're offering themselves to you on a silver platter and you are still trying to play the good girl?

His tongue wrestled hers for dominance. Scoots buried his head in her hair and inhaled, making her feel the whoosh of cold air over the nape of her neck. She let her nails rake down Applebuck's back as she melted under their careful caresses. She felt one of the rough, calloused farmer's hands drag down her thigh and pick up one of her legs, wrapping it around his waist as his lips and tongue fought with hers for dominance. Scoots planted steamy kisses on her neck, making her sigh and shiver, craning her head to give him better access. She was stuck between two strong bodies, completely at their mercy, and all she could do was try and press herself as close to each of them as possible, while enjoying their gentle ministrations.

She let out a little whimper of need that soon turned into a full-throated moan as she felt two very distinctly hard objects pressing at her body. Fuck being good.

Atta girl. the voice applauded.

Diamond broke the kiss when she felt a pair of strong hands slide around the curves of her hips, and grab hold. Tightly. Maybe 'gentle' was the wrong word for their actions. The other pair of hands inexorably moved underneath her shirt. Wait, when did she get dressed? Teeth nipped at her neck, and suddenly she didn't care anymore. Applebuck used his grip as leverage to pull her even closer. She wrapped both of her legs around his waist and let him support her weight; it didn't seem to phase him in the slightest. Compared to what he was used to carrying, her petite frame mustn't have even felt like a small sack of apples.

Told you! that annoyingly smug voice in her head chirped, then flooded her mind with the same images as before, of him wrapping those hands around her waist as she held on for the ride.

Scoots pulled her shirt up and over her head. Before Diamond knew it, he pulled it taut against her head, trapping her arms and eyes in a pink cotton prison. With her movement and eyesight restricted, she felt her other senses heighten. She could feel the cool air against her bare porcelain skin. Goosebumps popped up under warm breaths, exhaled by the two crusaders. She felt both of them shift as they leaned down. Lips pressed against hers for a split second, and with all the lightness of a feather. She felt herself leaning into it, craving it, holding her mouth open in anticipation as her chest began to heave and strain with each bated breath.

She felt lips on her cheeks, on the corners of her mouth. She craned her head this way and that to try and capture them, but they always remained elusive. Scoots began gently gyrating his hips back and forth, working a blush to her cheeks as she felt him rock into her, which in turn caused her to grind against Applebuck. Scoots pulled on the shirt a bit tighter and forced Tiara's head back. Those same elusive lips found their mark on her jugular, on her collarbone, on seemingly every sensitive spot she had on her neck. It was like they knew her better than she did, and soon she was reduced to a panting mess. That was before she felt nails on her stomach, pawing and kneading her chest with ruthless precision.

She let out an explosive breath as the hands on her ass tightened as well. Diamond couldn't help but utter a single word through all the teasing, all the foreplay; "please..."

Diamond heard a deep, harmonious chuckle from each of them. Felt it rock her deep to her bones.

Cold air whipped at her back as Scoots stepped away, taking the shirt with him. She felt exposed, even though her body was blocked by Applebuck. He let her drop to the floor unceremoniously, and she managed to catch herself on shaky legs. Looking around, she noticed Scoots had taken a step back while Silver Bell had stepped forward with a glint in his deep emerald eyes.

Applebuck spun her around, and rested his hands on her waist as the man sauntering before her drank her in, very openly.

"It's not fair that we get to have all the fun," Applebuck whispered, his hands trailing up her sides and making her writhe. The hands came to her shoulders, and began pushing. She tried to keep her legs straight, but the strength in the Apple Brother's hands increased until she was forced down. Her knees were already weak from the treatment she got earlier, and she offered no resistance as she sank down to the hardwood floors, Applebuck's hands gripping her hair tightly.

Silver Bell stepped up to her and smiled warmly. Diamond nervously returned the gesture, gulping as Bell gripped the hem of his white T shirt, pulling it up and over his head, exposing that body in all of its glory. Tiara tried to stifle a gasp, but failed. As the man hooked his thumbs into his jeans, Diamond held up her own hands to stop him, pulling his wrists away. Her own hands worked at the zipper and the buckle, while a laugh sounded from above her.

She pulled the item of clothing down and clenched her jaw as she saw the noticeable outline in the white boxer shorts. It was so close to her face, now. So close that she only had to move her head a scarce inch. She steeled her nerves as she began to pull the final barrier between her and her prize away, all of her nerves and thoughts screeching at her, singing, calling to the heavens that this was finally really happening. Just a few more centimeters and—

"We're home, my Diamond!" a voice came from the doorway, and the creaking of the front door hinges shattered Tiara's fragile thought process, as panic began to rapidly take ahold.

Her hands, still in the waistband of Silver Bell's boxers, began shaking as though she were holding on to a pneumatic drill. Diamond Tiara pulled her hands away from the boy as though they burned, snapping her head towards the front door. "What? Mom?!"

Her mother looked towards the scene, and her eyes widened. "Oh!

She felt as though she were falling as she saw the disapproving face of her mother. Then, she hit the floor in a tangle of... something. Slowly coming to her senses, she kicked off the duvet fully and looked around. She was back in her room, her mother was indeed standing over her, one eyebrow arched in disapproval, and a bag in her hands. She scoffed and put one hand on her hips. "Honestly, we brought you a set of sleeping clothes for a reason, dear."

Diamond looked down and realised that she was naked. As naked as a newborn babe. As her mind began to process the events currently occurring, she came to the conclusion that she had to have been dreaming. A hand found her forehead to banish the grogginess, and a flush coloured her cheeks once again. She wrapped the covers around her and stood up.

Shaking her head, her mother stepped into the room and set the bag down on the bed. "I brought you something from work. A most adorable shirt with that cartoon rabbit you seem to be so fond of..."

Diamond Tiara let her mother's words fade into the background. That was a dream. A very good dream, but a dream nonetheless. She didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. They didn't trash her home, they didn't hate her, they didn't think she was a bitch... but they also weren't ravaging her as she knelt before them.

She shook her head as her mother laid out the outfit she had brought for her daughter on the bed, smiling as she awaited her daughter's reaction, Diamond managed a weak smile and an appreciative nod, which seemed to satisfy her mother, who planted a kiss on her forehead and stepped back towards the door. "Oh, and I see you haven't eaten yet, so we ordered you some pizza. Come down whenever you're ready," she grabbed ahold of the door handle and shut her daughter in.

Diamond Tiara collapsed onto the bed, grabbed a pillow, pressed it to her face, and screamed.

Author's Note

This was a bitch to write