Diamond in the Rough

Baby Steps

A Diamond Tiara in the Vogonverse Story

Silver Spoon sat up with a start. She felt her heart beating hard, her pulse racing, and felt a terrible need to cuddle something. Her thoughts went to Diamond Tiara, but Dia was married. She recently found out that her… her friend was married to that strange stallion. She wasn’t as upset as she thought she would have been. When they were younger fillies she believed that Diamond and herself would fall in love, truly in love, move to Manehattan, open a jewelry store, and she’d make all of the silver laced jewelry for it.

Of course at nights she would make Diamond scream her name, beg for release, and beg her to take her again. But the truth was she had noticed that her friend wasn’t quite like that. Sure, she was fine with letting her help during her estrus, but that was about as far as it went. They didn’t cuddle like lovers, Diamond never kissed her, instead they were friends, best friends, but only friends.

Slowly, she got up, looked at the room they had let her have, and noticed how bare it was compared to Diamond’s old home. Her old home was filled with beautiful paintings, dresses, jewelry, and even had pink ribbons hanging from the ceiling. It had been a young filly’s dream, but this room looked like a common pony’s guest room.

Slowly, Silver Spoon walked over to the closet, and inside she found a few suits of clothes that Diamond had brought for her. She didn’t argue with putting them on. She felt dirty anyway. Her body, the body she had once thought was a beautiful and wonderful gift, seemed filthy. She wanted to climb back into the shower, and scrub until she didn’t feel so unclean. She hated this. She hated what that… thing did to her. She hated that she let it happen.

Her mind, her instincts, all screamed that she shouldn’t had been where she was. They had screamed that she needed to find her way here, to Diamond Tiara, but the house had looked so nice, so inviting, that she couldn’t help but walk up to it. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and found that it wasn’t helping. It wasn’t doing anything, and instead she felt the same. She reached into the closet, grabbed the first shirt and pants she could find and pulled them out.

The shirt was something that looked common, but smelled clean, and right now she wanted to smell like anything other than herself. She pulled it on, feeling the way the material pressed and caressed her fur. Then she looked at the pants. They were simple sweat pants, nothing she hadn’t seen before, but not really something she ever wore. She pulled them on, and walked out of the bedroom.

Anyone that didn’t know better would have never believed that Silver Spoon was wearing a charcoal gray t-shirt with a pair of lavender sweatpants. She felt thankful that the clothes didn’t smell like her, but instead they smelled like the detergent that Diamond Tiara used. In a way it was like she smelled like Diamond Tiara. She saw her best friend playing with her foals. The both of them squealing in delight. She watched as her best friend made silly faces, sung, and cuddled with the two foals. It was a side of Diamond Tiara she was still getting used to.

She carefully walked toward her friend, and she looked at the little foals. Both of them reached for Diamond, clamoring for her attention, and after a moment she was holding both of them.

“How are you feeling?” Diamond asked.

“I… Okay, I think,” she replied.

It wasn’t the truth. It was so far from the bucking truth that it hurt to say the words. She didn’t feel okay. She felt dirty, used, cheap, and no better than a common whorse. Last night when she had bathed she had scrubbed so much that small chunks of her fur tried to come off. Some of her skin was actually becoming raw from the scrubbing, and it was Diamond that had stopped her.

Diamond didn’t understand. She couldn’t understand what it was like. To know that what it was like to be used, to be somepony’s plaything. She hugged herself, not comfortable enough to talk about, but wanting to get it out. She needed somepony, anypony to talk to, and her only friend was Diamond. She turned around, still hugging herself, and started to walk away when she felt a hand touching her shoulder. She stopped and the first whimpers came from her mouth.

Diamond Tiara was never more thankful to be married to Fredrick than she was at this moment. Her stallion saw the situation, came over, took over with the foals, and let her help Silvy. She watched as her friend turned around, tears streaking down her muzzle. The anguish and shame could be seen a mile away. Silvy didn’t wait for an invitation, but instead she wrapped her arms around her and she felt Silvy crying into her shoulder.

She held her friend, letting her cry, letting her get it out, and slowly she rubbed her back. Diamond Tiara closed her eyes and silently cursed whoever had done this. Silvy… She was several things, but she was always a follower. She needed to have somepony to help her. That was part of the reason they had been such good friends when they were fillies. Silvy needed someone to follow and Diamond Tiara loved the attention.

Diamond’s eyes opened in near shock as she felt Silver Spoon’s hands creeping lower. She felt them, both of them, just above her cutie marks. Diamond understood, on some level, that Silvy was wanting to be comforted. She was needing something she understood, something she had done before, something from her previous life, and she was needing it now. But it wasn’t the same as it was before.

She wasn’t a filly going through her heat, and she wasn’t with the only friend she had. Gently Diamond Tiara untangled herself from Silver Spoon. She shook her head and looked at her friend.

“No,” she said.

There wasn’t any malice, anger, or even arrogance in her tone. It was a gentle, but firm, no. She could see Silver Spoon’s reaction. As gentle as that no may have been it was almost like she had slapped her. Silver Spoon’s face completely fell, her eyes welled up with tears, and she tried to hug Diamond again. This time Diamond Tiara held her arm out stopping the silver and gray mare.

“No Silvy! I’m not a filly fooler, I’m married, and I’m not going to let you… Do that!” Diamond stated, roughly.

“But… I… Dia, please just hold me,” she whimpered.

She nearly gave in, and gave Silver Spoon what she wanted, but in the end that would be hurting her friend more than helping her. She felt one of her foals arms around her shoulder, and she looked at Frederick who was gently handing them to her. She accepted them, and then watched as he walked toward her. Silver Spoon backed up, uncertain of her husband, and then she watched something nearly magical happen.

Frederick wrapped Silver Spoon into a hug. He pulled the mare against him, holding her, rubbing her back, shushing her like one of their foals, and while he did Silver Spoon began to let it all out. She hadn’t seen something like that since back in Equestria, and it had been Ms. Cheerilee who was comforting Dinky Doo. She had remembered what had set off Dinky. She had made fun of Dinky’s mother, calling her so many names, and it caused Dinky to get so upset. Dinky was so much younger than her. In truth she wasn’t sure why her mother had let her start school so early, but now, now she thought about it and she felt horrible for what she had done.

Fredrick felt the mare crying against him. He knew what she and Diamond had been to each other. After the first time he and Diamond had been together he had learned about how the Equestrians had handled their heats. It had surprised him when he first heard about it, but if what Diamond had said was true, and he had no reason to not believe her, then most of their population was girls anyway. It made sense that good friends would help one another out. He felt the hands of the mare he was holding, the way the gripped his shirt.

Slowly, she began to stop crying. Her voice was hitching a little as she held onto him, and he could feel her body shutter from the exhaustion. There was no doubt in his mind that she had suffered horribly before finding her way here. In truth there was so many times that Diamond could have ended up in the same situation. She nearly had when he had been so sick. He felt awful being thankful that Diamond had never been violated, hurt, or in the kind of pain this mare was suffering.

He felt awful, but at the same time he wasn’t going deny that he felt an overwhelming amount of relief that his wife was perfectly fine. Instead he focused on the mare he was holding. Silver Spoon, Silvy, was holding him, desperate for comfort, and he didn’t mind being the one to offer it. Or at least he didn’t until he felt her hand. No longer was it simply on his back. He moved his hands up her back, to her face, cupped her cheeks, and lifted her gaze up to his own.

“Hey, you’re okay, everything's okay,” he said.

She sniffed, leaned in, and before he could say a word there was a gentle kiss. In the next moment he felt a hand on his chest, and he felt himself pushed back. Standing there between him and Silver Spoon was his wife. Diamond looked pissed. Even from the back she looked really upset.

“Silvy, what are you doing?” she asked.

“I… Dia, I’m sorry, I really am,” she said.

There was no fight, no more angry words, but there seemed to be an unspoken understanding between the two of them. Fredrick understood that he knew nothing about women. Regular human women, Equestrian women, it didn’t matter, not one bit, because he didn’t understand them at all. In truth, there was a part that wanted to know, to understand, but another part that told him he did understand the important things. He was able to connect with Diamond Tiara, and he was able to be there for her. That was understanding, but things like this was really beyond him.

He walked back over to his son and daughter, smiling at them he picked them up, and together they watched as the two mares began talking. Believing that he had done the best he could he left them in the room, and walked back toward the small room they had turned into a nursery.

Diamond waited until Fredrick was out of the room before she motioned for Silver Spoon to sit. She knew that her husband was a good stallion, a kind one, and a decent one, but there was mare business that needed to be attended to. Fredrick didn’t need to handle the burden of dealing with mare business, or at least not all of it. Depending on how she felt about things later on she would need to know Fredrick’s thoughts, but for now this was just her and Silvy.

“I don’t share my stallion outside of marriage. I don’t like the idea of doing that,” she said.

Silver Spoon looked at her, and then at the floor.

“I… Diamond I just needed some help. I… I don’t know what I feel, but it hurts. This entire thing hurts, but it hurts weird,” she said.

Diamond looked at her, gently touched her shoulder, and then waited for Silver Spoon to look her in the eye.

“Silvy, I’m not saying there is or isn’t a place for you here. I’m not even going to say that I am willing to herd, but I will say this. You need to think about what you want. Think about it, and decide what you want,” she said before she flicked her tail and walked back toward the nursery.

Author's Note

(So, another chapter down, and we're heading into territory that has been in play for a while. That said, please feel free to make suggestions.

• RJP)