The Real Purpose Behind Saddles

by Flutterpony

Rating: mature
Tags: Sad, Other, Romance, Silver Spoon, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Random, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Diamond Tiara, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3629

Pinpoint precision, abundant restraint, and steely endurance are just some of what makes Pokey Pierce extremely adept at what he does. What does he do, you ask? The better question is who.

Diamond Tiara longs for nothing more than her father's time and attention, but, come the day of her cuteceanera, the day she thought for sure she'd get what she wished for, she has to make do with a hired substitute. Will Pokey Pierce be up to the challenge?

CONTAINS: GRATUITOUS FOALCON, PUBLIC DEFLORATION, & PUBLIC HUMILIATION.
If any of these things bother or otherwise trigger you, you're advised not to read.

Winner of the Foalcon group's crackship contest.

Published 2014-02-13 23:30:05 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-13 23:30:05 UTC

The Filly's Rite of Passage

“But Daaaadyy!”

The filly's teary nasal whine pricked Filthy's heart, nearly swaying him, but bills were bills. In order to give his little princess everything she wanted, he had to keep up business relations, especially in light of what he'd had to spend for the pink filly's cuteceanera. Unfortunately that meant he couldn't be there for the actual festivities. In his absence, however, he'd spared no expense. Money could make up where he lacked.

“There there my little gem. You'll have a wonderful time without me. I promise.”

Having tried everything she knew over the past week, the filly concluded that nothing more would sway him. She pouted an injured pout, the kind she'd never let anypony but her daddy see, but he couldn't be bothered to pay her any more attention.

The prissy foal had longed for the day when she'd be thought of as “special,” hoping and believing that then, finally, he'd give her what she really wanted, time, attention, love beyond the slew of gifts she received.

Well, she consoled herself, she was still better than the orphaned blank flank. It just burned Diamond Tiara up that she didn't realize it, that Apple Bloom could be happy and have friends even without parents, yet she, Diamond Tiara, was consigned to being hated by all but Silver Spoon and, in the end, mostly ignored by her mother and father.

Seeing the Apple filly’s hickish grin as she took notes on cutie marks in class earlier had made Diamond cringe. In truth Diamond Tiara had been the same way before she got her cutie mark. Now, however, things weren’t turning out how she’d hoped.

The time finally came later that afternoon for her cuteceanera. The party itself was passable. Pinkie Pie parties were the best, after all, and it was no less than Diamond knew she deserved.

The imbecile Snails killed Cakie the cake without her go ahead, but that had it's advantage in that she was able to use it as an excuse to expel him before the traditional thank you.

Meanwhile, oh how she relished being special while other foals weren't! Diamond knew that none of them deserved anything she couldn't have as long as she was somehow better than them. She always knew she was better, of course, but the visible reminder of her regal cutie mark validated her, proof positive that she was and would always be better, equal in every way to royalty (and superior still in her opinion).

Everything went great until the orange and white non-Earth blank flanks showed their faces and Princess Celestia's spoiled pupil flung her lies, making the superior filly look the fool and, so, slink quietly away to perch on the staircase where she sulked and glared at the un-special trio.

“Can I get everypony's attention!!” an overenthusiastic overly-pink emcee called to the party guests.

The lights dimmed, and a spotlight shone on Pinkie Pie.

“We've finally come to the most special part of the super special filly's special daay,” she drew out the word, building up anticipatory excitement, “the young mare’s rite of passage and the traditionaaal thank yooou!!” Pinkie nearly shouted.

Oh no! Diamond Tiara wasn't ready, she thought to herself. Not yet. She'd been anxious about it all week, and now, suddenly, she had to face it after having been publicly humiliated.

Suddenly, mercilessly, the spotlight shone directly on her. She tried to mask her anxiety with a brave smile.

“Daddy,” she whimpered softly, but she began to walk down the stairs to meet her fate, the fate of every little filly who was as privileged as she was, to receive the gifts and warm wishes of the town upon receiving the mark of what made her special.

She reminded herself that that's what this was all about. No matter what sorry excuse for cutie marks the three blank flanks would someday receive, none of their daddies or lack of daddies could ever afford the extravagance that she enjoyed now, but if others were to recognize that she truly deserved such a cuteceanera and the gifts from each of them that she would soon open, then she had to complete the rite of passage and the traditional thank you.

She deserved it all already with hardly a word of thanks, she knew, but they didn't know that. They selfishly refused to acknowledge it, and, ever so unfairly, Diamond Tiara had to win their respect twice, first, naturally, for the mere fact that she was superior, and again by condescending to their level with this debasing, moronic, not to mention icky, ritual.

The pink filly reached the center of the room, swallowed her fear, and composed herself to the superior posture and snooty indifference with which she usually carried herself.

“Earlier today, the honored filly received her very first, and very beautiful, I might add, saddle,” Pinkie flattered dramatically. “I see many of you fillies have worn your very own saddles as a show of solidarity for her now as, for the very first time in her young life,” Pinkie sang the last two words with romance and nostalgia, “Diamond Tiara will begin her departure from foalhood into the life of a young mare as she gets mounted!!”

The room cheered and clopplauded, and suddenly Diamond Tiara felt an odd mix of nausea and the high that came with the admiration of her captive audience. They did recognize her specialness finally.

“Unfortunately Mr. Rich can't be here today to do the honors, but we have a veeery talented guest with us for the occasion, the handsome, the tender, the.. sensual,” Pinkie's voice sounded sultry for a moment and she giggled and swooned, “the one and only dashing deflower-er, Pokeeey Pieeerce!”

Soft piano music began as another spotlight shone on Pierce. The stallion looked tenderly at the young filly, fully familiar with how she must feel at that moment. Every guest was silent as he approached Diamond Tiara slowly, completely relaxed.

Losing her steady form, Diamond shrank a little and let out a high pitched, unintentional neigh, her nerves getting the better of her for a moment before she pursed her lips tightly and looked up timidly into the soft eyes of the white-maned, blue-coated unicorn stallion.

Everything about him from his soothing color to his heart and safety pin cutie mark whispered that it would be alright.

Pierce bowed his head nobly and offered her his hoof, as if asking her to dance. The filly hesitantly accepted, entranced and blushing, placing her small hoof inside his. With that he swept her close to him like a soft breeze carries a falling petal, held her facing him, and leaned forward to give her a slow, chaste kiss on the forehead.

He didn't stop however. Like silk his lips moved across her, kissing her cheek, her neck, then the opposite side of her neck, her other cheek and her left ear where he nibbled softly and exhaled warmly, causing it to twitch. With that, the small pink filly softened.

This, she thought, wasn’t so bad.

Diamond Tiara was conscious of the gazes of her peers and the adult ponies of Ponyville upon them. It pleased her and frightened her at the same time that they all watched, saw her as the special filly she was, but also as somepony completely vulnerable.

Cradling her with one hoof, his other ran tenderly and confidently down her small body, caressed her flank, and imbued her with the same confidence it possessed. She shivered and sighed, and, though she remained a little self conscious still, Diamond Tiara relaxed further.

Pokey Pierce met her wide-eyed gaze, returning it with his own half-lidded one, and finally planted a gentle kiss upon the filly’s lips.

He paused to whisper so only she heard.

“Little one,” his accent was light but distinct and sounded as though he might have come from Maredrid, “today you become a young mare. Do not worry. It will not hurt long, and then it will feel very.. very good if you let it.”

Diamond Tiara swallowed, a bit of her nervousness resurfacing, but she nodded, and Pierce’s hoof moved gently between her stifles, closer and closer to her young nethers.

“Now, Diamond Tiara,” his voice caressed her name, “I’m going to invite your flower to bloom for everyone. You can close your eyes and relax if you wish,” Pokey suggested, sensing the filly was more nervous than curious, needing to relax rather than observe.

Diamond did just that.

“You are surrounded by ponies who care about you.”

The intended effect was to help the little filly feel less self conscious, but it backfired, and her eyes opened. Oh well. He’d tried. The best he could hope for was to bring her pleasure now.

As the cool silkily hooficured toe of his hoof made contact with her virgin slit, she trembled and blushed. Diamond Tiara wished then that the ponies surrounding her, watching her at that moment, really did care about her, but she knew more or less how most of them felt.

It didn’t matter, she told herself, but at the back of her mind it did matter. She couldn’t show weakness, mustn’t behave like she’d seen Silver Spoon do at her cuteceanera. Frankly Diamond had been aghast at how her friend had moaned and writhed so shamelessly. She was embarrassed for the silver filly as the audience giggled and guffawed, watching her very first orgasm brought on by her father.

With her father, Diamond Tiara was distracted by the thought. If only..

The hoof between her thighs cut the thought short as she felt it, tingling, part her labia and reach her fleshy nub. Gasping at the intense electric sensation, the pink filly fought to hold off a moan.

With practiced skill (and natural talent to spare), over the next five minutes the unicorn stallion stimulated Diamond Tiara. Against both her will and her nerves, the gentle stallion brought the sensitive little pony to full arousal.

Onlookers' reactions ranged from polite regard to furious blushing. Though most colts and stallions in the room stood at full attention, only a few younger ones touched themselves. Several mares and fillies, on the other hoof, took full advantage of the occasion. Quickly the room filled with the scent of communal musk.

On Diamond's face she wore her embarrassment plainly. She had successfully kept from becoming as loud as Silver Spoon, at least she hoped, but her need for release was painfully obvious to everypony. Her heavy panting, her exposed swollen filly parts, and the small squeals which emanated involuntarily from her at intervals, growing closer and closer together, all betrayed her, made her look ridiculous, she feared. Despite the humiliation, she felt almost ready to burst and dreaded what might happen if his hoof suddenly stopped.

Diamond’s sole comfort was, at that moment, also her greatest embarrassment. Silver Spoon. If she had to be humiliated in front of everypony else like this, Diamond hoped that at least Silver would understand as a best friend should. The vulnerable filly’s hope was faint though. Diamond recalled how she'd privately chided her friend after her own cuteceanera for how she’d seen her behave during the rite of passage with Mr. Silver Spoon's Dad. Now that she was in the same position, Diamond deeply regretted what she’d said.

Had Pokey Pierce made use of his horn, the time would certainly have been shorter, her humiliation more brief, but, as with most Ponyville traditions, especially those involving its founding families, magic was strictly avoided.

As the newly marked filly neared her breaking point, the stallion stopped. Thoroughly dazed, Diamond Tiara let out a low whimper, begging him not to stop. He didn't listen, but again he spoke softly to her.

“Your flower is beautiful my little pony. It is time now to open her up.”

Diamond Tiara peeked down at herself and saw that she was wet, glistening. She hadn't understood until now that when she'd seen her best friend's nethers sparkle before it hadn't been something added to her, but something that came from her. The little pink filly was finally curious, wanted to touch herself, but for dignity's sake she refrained. It wasn't quite like urine, she knew, but the appearance, that she'd wet herself in front of everypony, only made everything worse. She wished she could hide, but that was impossible now without worse happening to her reputation. Diamond's tough facade had fallen minutes prior, and now she wished she could regain it as she fought desperately to swallow back her tears.

Pierce set her back on her hooves and gazed at her again before kissing her forehead softly once more.

“Now, when you are ready little one, turn round and lift your tail. The sooner you do, the easier it will be.”

Knowing her discomfort instantly from her expression, he encouraged her to get it over and done with quickly for her sake. He loved what he did, but he knew the feeling was not always mutual for the fillies he deflowered.

One glance at his long protruding member, and Diamond Tiara turned abruptly, and, trembling slightly, she raised her tail.

She felt him brush against her hindquarters and rest his smooth hooves upon her saddle, and the room was filled suddenly with low murmurs and whispering. The spotlight blinded Diamond Tiara to the dim figures that surrounded them. At least she didn't have to see them watch her. With the noise they made she was still aware, however, still tense and a little scared.

At long last, his member pressed against her small opening, his tip pressing at her swollen fillyhood. It sild slowly, firmly, between her lips. Despite Pierce's member lacking the girth of other stallions, he was still large enough to make her fear it wouldn't fit, as small as she was.

She shook as he pressed further, further.. It hurt.

“Nghh!” she whimpered.

Somewhere in the room a few ponies breathed heavily, and Diamond Tiara knew from the sound and from what she'd observed with horror at Silver Spoon's event, exactly what was happening.

She couldn't take it anymore, the pain, the humiliation, the fact that it had to be a stranger, even if he was a very nice stranger, and not her daddy who did this to her. With him, at least, she'd have felt safe, but, now, tears began to leak from her eyes, tears that didn't help comfort her at all, that only made her embarrassment so much worse. It was all she could do to keep from bawling now.

It sounded to the filly like somepony moaned softly, deriving orgasmic pleasure while watching her cry in pain and humiliation, the stallion atop her taking her virginity. Pain was followed by more pain as his member crept slowly into her undersized vagina.

Oh please, just let it end soon, she prayed.

After what felt like an eternity, he stopped. Even though his penis was only half buried, she felt the shaft fill her to overflowing and press against parts of her she didn't know she had. It stretched and tore her slightly out of necessity just to fit. As he rested inside of her, Diamond Tiara let out the breath she'd been holding to prevent herself from screaming, and she gasped for air.

Now that there was no movement, the burning dulled and she began again, very slowly, to recall the pleasure she'd felt while he'd touched her privates, a low tingling sensation that traveled up her spine like it had before, but nowhere near as intense. She remembered he promised it would feel very good, and she thought that, after this, he'd better not be lying, not that she could do anything if he were, not right now at least.

Diamond Tiara's tears stopped and several minutes passed. A low chatter could be heard as the guests waited. All but some of the smaller colts and fillies that hadn't come to Silver Spoon's cuteceanera knew what to expect.

Diamond Tiara's breathing steadied, and she began to relax just slightly before his member moved in her again. The little filly ached, but, she decided, it wasn't too much for her to handle any more. Slowly he withdrew, and a couple streaks of red glistened on his shaft. Some of the smaller fillies and colts that watched, if Diamond Tiara could have seen them, looked shocked or worried until their parents' murmured explanations calmed them.

Slowly the stallion slid back in. It hurt more than coming out, but nowhere near as bad as the first penetration. She cringed, but took it without a tear or a whimper, and was proud of herself for it.

As he repeated the slow steady motion, Pierce bent his hind legs at stifle and hock to lower himself and let his girth stimulate her clitoris. Despite the pain of the extra stretching at the new angle, Diamond Tiara was grateful. Finally, again, she began to build to where she once had been.

He wasn't lying, she decided. This was even better, now that she'd become used to it, than when she'd been empty. The slipperiness of his over-long cock hitting her sweet spot, the feeling of having his warm firm member buried in her, pressing out against her tight walls, and tapping lightly against her cervix, was wonderful. Though she was still somewhat sore, the soreness remained dull. Meanwhile his speed increased, giving her more build, causing her to pant again.

After humiliation followed by pleasure followed by more humiliation then pain and yet more humiliation, Diamond Tiara was finally beyond shame, happy, or ecstatic, rather, to finally have returned to pleasure.

“Ahh,” the small pink filly let herself react to feeling very good indeed. The sound came out breathy and feminine. Her audience seemed to breath a sigh of mixed relief and pleasure. Relief came to Diamond Tiara as she realized that her guests weren't judgmental of her.

“Ohh!” How silly she was to think these noises were gross. They only made it feel better. Still, best not overdo it. “Oahhh!”

A little quieter, Diamond Tiara thought.

“Nnng!” She couldn't hold it in.

“Ah!-ahh- Ahh! AHH!” Her panting was vocal. Very vocal.

She bit her lip to stop herself, but it was no use.

Diamond Tiara let out a tremendous high-pitched moan, twice as loud as any of Silver Spoon's. Moan after moan, she came, and it was, without a doubt, everything and more than she'd ever expected.

Her foal hole gushed, her walls clamped tightly around the gentle stallion's dick, and the talented unicorn reveled in his victory, celebrating with an ecstatic groan of his own as, finally, he pressed firmly as deeply as she could take him, and released his pent up load. Copious amounts of semen leaked from the little filly's tight orifice around him, spilling on the ground and running down her thighs as well as his sizable sac.

For as long as the little filly moaned he continued to press eagerly into her, gyrating his thighs against her. At such intense arousal, the little filly nearly took his full length, and, wanting more, she bucked her hips back into him. Though he didn't dare fit everything, he gave her all he could until he feared he might hurt her.

Once he'd ridden out his own orgasm, he focused again on hers. Raising himself subtly, the blue stallion flicked his soft tail against Diamond Tiara's clitoris. The little pony screamed as a second orgasm overtook her. Again he flicked his tail and her pleasure intensified further, but Pokey wasn't satisfied to let it stop there. He ran his silk tail in long strokes across the filly's clit tenderly, pumping and massaging her walls with his very slightly softening member, and the filly let loose all restraints.

“OH DADDY!”

Nothing existed for her at that moment beyond her pleasure and her love for the stallion she wished for most. For a moment, in her euphoric haze, she though it had to be him inside of her, that only he could make her feel this good. With the acute pleasure of her release and the intense emotion of her mind's illusion, Diamond Tiara shed tears of joy.

Nopony noticed the fresh tears on her already tear-stained cheeks, except maybe one. A few foals looked aghast as she once had, and most others laughed merrily at Diamond Tiara's enthusiasm. Silver Spoon, however, looked on quietly, seeing in that moment a part of what her friend really felt. Despite the hard time Diamond Tiara had given her before, Silver Spoon was genuinely happy that her friend was so happy, even if only for that sweet moment.

As Diamond Tiara came down from climactic heights she'd never before conceived, the blue gentlestallion withdrew, and, as her legs wobbled and gave way, he caught her to lay her down softly on the floor to regain her strength.

Thanks to pinpoint precision, abundant restraint, and steely endurance, the safety pinned stallion had satisfied another young customer. It was all par for the course for Pokey Pierce, of course. He was the best at what he did, no doubt. Now if only he'd been able to use magic.. but there was a certain charm and satisfaction to the traditional Earth pony way, he thought... definitely.

Author's Note

I told my other readers I was going to be too busy to write much.
Shh! This is a secret!

Also, this probably needs editing. Comment my mistakes please and thanks!

I don't think I'm that good at writing clop, so there may or may not (some day) be a second chapter with gratuitous "thank yous".. gratuitous.. gratitude.. something.. blergl.