Diamond in the Rough

Where we Belong

A Diamond Tiara in the Vogonverse Story

A few days had passed since Diamond had explained the situation to Silver Spoon. Silver Spoon, the ever present friend, Silver Spoon the silly little filly that chased after Diamond Tiara without a second thought. Slowly she got up from the bed she was using. She felt- cleaner, but there was still so much that was dirty. The feeling was deep inside of her, buried under her skin, trapped beneath her bones, and wrapped around her heart.

There was a part of her that felt like she had betrayed herself. Even though she knew it hadn’t been consensual, not in the slightest, the fact that it happened bothered her. When she got away she followed her instincts, the very thing that called out to her in the beginning, and those instincts had lead her here. This was where she was supposed to come to in the first place, and this was where she would have belonged. So much had changed, and it had happened in such a short time.

She wondered if she would still belong here. Did she still have a place near Diamond after what happened? Was the fact that she allowed this to happen by not listening to her instincts enough of a reason for her to no longer be able to be around other ponies? She wanted to crawl under the bed she slept on, pull her legs up next to her, and let everything around her pass her by. She hated that it felt right to be here, and the reason she hated it so much was because of how much she felt like she didn’t deserve it. She walked toward the shower, opened the door, and stepped inside.

She stopped when she realized that there was running water, and steam was hanging in the air like a thick fog.

“Frederick?”

She took in the sound of her best friend’s voice. There was an almost musical quality to it, “Frederick, sweetheart, is that you?”

“No, it’s me,” Silver Spoon answered.

“Silvy? Oh, you need the shower. Just a minute, I’m almost through,” Diamond replied.

She started to leave when the shower stopped, the curtain opened and Diamond stood there in all of her glory. Her eyes widened as she looked at her best friend. Diamond’s breasts had certainly gotten bigger, but so had her hips. Looking at Diamond, Silver Spoon couldn’t deny that her friend wasn’t only beautiful, but Diamond Tiara carried motherhood well. She was a bit pudgy, in places, but it only seemed to accent her friend’s beauty.

“Silvy, you mind ?”

Silver Spoon looked away, embarrassed that she was caught ogling her friend like a filly in heat, “Sorry, it’s just been a while since I’ve got to see you like that, and… Diamond, you’ve grown.”

“As in grown fat, then, yeah,” Diamond says, “not that Frederick minds. He’s been more grabby of late. It’s kind of exciting, to be honest.”

“W-well,” Silver hesitates, “at least you know he’s not going anywhere. Half the trouble with finding a good stallion is keeping his interest. At least that’s what my herd mother told me. She was always complaining about how keeping my father attentions and affections was the toughest part of her role as a Companion. While she may not have been my mother, she may as well as have been.”

“Wait, Silvy,” Diamond says, “you’re from a herd? How come this is the first time I’m hearing this?”

Silver shrugs, “I guess it’s the first time I’ve ever had to bring it up. I mean, before your mom was killed, I knew you were in one of those ‘monogamous’ herds. My mother and herd mother always said it was unnatural to have one mare and one stallion, but it seemed to work for you. To be honest, I just- felt sort of ashamed to even discuss our families before.”

“Silvy…” Diamond starts, “I know I was kind of demanding at the best of times, a total brat at the worst of times, but you could have talked with me about your family life; I wouldn’t have judged. And trust me, having just one mother isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. From what Freddy has told me, he might have been better off with two mothers instead of one.”

“I-I guess,” Silvy replies, “I never thought about like that.”

Diamond smiles, knowing all too well the implications of her best friends thoughts, then a sudden realization comes to her.

Diamond says, “Listen, Silvey, I’d love to stay and chat some more, but I’m dripping on the bath mat and you know as well as I do that the smell of a wet coat is so unbecoming. When you’re done with your shower, why don’t you meet me in the kitchen and we can discuss this some more.” She places a hand on Silver Spoon shoulders, smiling kindly at the young mare she has seen as own sister, “Okay?”

“Oh, uh, sure.” Silver say.

“Yay!” Diamond squeals before turning a bit serious, “now would you be a doll and hand some towels.”

“Uh, why?” Silver asks.

“Because you’re standing in front of the linen closet,” Diamond responds, flicking her old friend on the forehead playfully, “gahdoy!”

“O-oh, right,” Silver sputters as she opens up the small closet next to the bathroom door, “do you want the cotton towels or the chamois?”

“One large chamois, so I can get my coat dry, and a cotton towel, medium, for my main and tail. And please hurry; I’m freezing over here.”

Silver can’t help but giggle at her friend’s response. It wasn’t all that long ago when the two spent a lazy Sunday afternoon diving into the waterfall fed lagoon in Whitetail Woods, splashing about and sometimes getting frisky during the zenith of their heats. They would never revisit those days again, what with Diamond now fully bent for stallions, but the memory was good, because it reminded her of how much Diamond hated the chill. She quickly acquired the aforementioned and handed them to her, Diamond, before stepping around the dripping mare and starting to disrobe herself.

The act of “getting naked” was a new concept for her, given that back home in Ponyville, she never wore clothes all that often. Dresses and skirts were typically worn for special occasions and birthdays and certain of Equestria national holidays. Now that she thought about it, Silver was disposed to the idea that clothing in this world hid a shame, a shame of one’s form. It fit with her now debased mentality, that clothing was what kept her from revealing her guilt, her sin from the prying eyes of the world. The idea that anypony was watching filled her with dread, given her current ragged self esteem. That fact that Diamond Tiara was still in the bathroom, drying off her fur, didn’t register to the silver-coated mare’s senses until she heard a tittering. Silver was shook from her self pity, covered herself, her breasts and groin at least, with her arms and glared at Diamond Tiara with a loathing that Discord himself would find debilitating.

“What?!” Silver demanded, “Is there something wrong with the way I look?!”

Diamond didn’t even look bothered by Silver’s harsh tend, replying with, “No, but it’s a wonder Frederick has kept his hands off of you. Your body is almost a twin of mine, well, mine before my foals was born. I wouldn’t be surprised if he propositioned you one night…”

For a moment Silvy felt a twinge of worry. Fredrick seemed like a good stallion, or at least from the last couple weeks that she had been here he seemed to be kind, supportive, and a good father to his foals. That spoke volumes about him. Her herd mother said that it was more important to find a good stallion than a cute stallion. A good stallion will be willing to help with the foals, the cooking, the cleaning, and all of the other little things that tend to pile up. She had seen Fredrick step up and do that. When it was his turn to cook, he did so, when Diamond cooked, he did the dishes, and seeing him with his foals was almost seeing something too cute to be ignored. It did help that he was cute; it completed the package that was him.

Diamond had found exactly what her herd mother had said, or at least it seemed that way. Still, the idea scared her. She felt like she could trust Fredrick, and that he wouldn’t do anything to her that she didn’t want, but at the same time there was a lingering worry. What if he was rough, what if he didn’t wait until she was ready, and what if she would never be ready? It wouldn’t be fair to start a relationship with a stallion without being able to tend to his needs as he tended to your own.

She noticed that Diamond still smiling, and she felt a little embarrassed, sure, but at the same time she had to admit that it felt good that her best friend said she was beautiful. She turned, opened the curtain, turned the water on in the tub, and set the shower. She leaned over, her tail moving slightly, knowing that she was giving her friend a free peek, and heard the door open.

“Diamond, Break….”

Frederick's voice stopped right there. A blush crossed her face, and instantly she tried to cover herself.

“Sorry! Sorry! I thought that you were in your room, and it was just Diamond in here!” he exclaimed as he shut the door.

It started as a titter, and then it broke out into a full grown guffawing. Silver Spoon turned around to see Diamond Tiara trying to hold back, to stop laughing at her expense but she just couldn’t. Finally a still wet maned Diamond Tiara walked toward her friend, hugged her and finally stopped laughing.

“Sorry, I know that wasn’t something that you really wanted me to laugh at, but you managed to embarrass Frederick. That’s gotten harder to do,” she said.

Uncertain of what to think about it Silver Spoon walked to the tub again, climbed into it, and felt the wonderfully warm water splashing against her. As Silver Spoon showered Diamond Tiara finished wrapping her mane and tail. She walked out of the bathroom, toward her bedroom, and saw Frederick leaning against the counter. He had an apple in hand, a small knife in the other, and he seemed to be lost in thought.

“Sweetheart?”

He looked at her, his face covered in worry. She knew the look all too well. Walking toward him she took the knife, the apple, and set them both aside. She then lead him to the kitchen table and had him sit down in a chair. She took one in front of him touched his hand again. He responded, taking her hand, holding it, and then looking at her before swallowing down the that was trying to build inside of him. It felt like he was making a Herculean effort just to keep from being too nervous to talk.

“Dia, Ummm… I didn’t mean to see anything,” he said.

She smiled at him, cupping his hands, “I know, it was an accident, and Silvy knows it too.”

He nodded, and then looked at the floor, “The two of you weren’t, you know, right?”

Her eyes widened a bit with the question. Frederick had never doubted her before. She realized that he wasn’t really doubting her now, well, at least she didn’t think that he was doubting her.

“No. Frederick, I don’t like to swing that way. I didn’t back on Equestria, and I don’t here. I did mess around with Silvy back on Equestria because I didn’t have anypony else, but I wouldn’t step out on you like that. You know me,” she replied.

He nodded, “I know, I do. I know that you’d never hurt me, but what we have, I still wake up wondering if it’s going to get taken out from under me. I’ve never been as happy as I am with you, with our children, and I don’t want to lose it.”

“You won’t,” she replied as she got up.

She let her towel open, “All of this is yours, and that won’t change, my king.”

She felt his hands, gentle hands that were no stranger to long hours, to hard work, and were still so soft and gentle when they needed to be. Those same hands touched her slightly pudgy belly, something that hadn’t disappeared after the foals, and then traveled up to her breasts. It felt good to have him holding them. Both of them felt so full, and she knew why. Her foals were still nursing, and she was still producing all of the nourishment they would need.

His fingers traced the sides of her breasts, then moved up the mounds to her areola, circling them, teasingly moving on until they came to her nipples were sticking out. His thumbs and forefingers gently squeezed them, pulling them, and she let out what she knew was a lewd moan. A dribble of mother’s milk leaked from her exposed teats, running down Frederick’s hand and falling as drops to the ground. Her towel dropped to the floor, her desire to change into something before breakfast was forgotten, and instead she was ready.

Her mind flashed with thoughts of him leaning her over the table, his wonderful tool seated inside of her, completely inside of her, and her moans echoing through the house. She almost feel his rod bushing within her, warm and thick and throbbing; the memory of their last love making session heating her up like unto estrus. She could just imagine his seed, spilling deep inside her, sloshing and warming her from inside, filling her sopping with his essence…

His left hand left the nipple it was gently teasing, and instead made its way south. Her legs widened, knowing what was coming, wanting it, and then just as he reached, just as that moment of wonderful climax was so close that she could taste it, they heard the cry. Ruby was awake, and she was ready to to be held by somepony. An exasperated groan escaped her lips, and she wondered exactly what it was that she had done as a foal to warrant situations like this. She had been a bit of a selfish, and spoiled brat growing up, she knew that, but surely she didn’t keep her mom and dad from having a little time together.

“I’ll go get her,” Frederick offered.

She shook her head, “I’ve got to get dressed, so you sit back down. We are so finishing this later,” she said.

He nodded, and he watched as she grabbed her towels, and as she bent over he could see how ready she had been. It was another Herculean act of will that kept him from giving in, and fulfilling both of their desires. She stood up, walked toward their bedroom, and he watched her every step of the way that he could. When she went through their door he leaned back into his chair, feeling better since they had talked, and yet he felt incredibly frustrated.

He loved Ruby, dearly, but this wasn’t the first time she had interrupted them right before they could begin. When Diamond Tiara was pregnant she was insatiable. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him, of their love making, and he wasn’t going to complain. Now, they’d had sex maybe a total of five times since the twins came along, but he didn’t hold it against them. He did wish that they would see fit to finish sleeping until after he and their mother had a chance to be together, but he had to figure that he couldn’t always get what he wanted.

The sound of the door opening caught his attention, and he got up. He could see that it wasn’t the bedroom door, and to be honest he wasn’t expecting it to be. Instead he figured that Silver Spoon was out of the shower. A blush returned to his face as he thought about the silver and gray mare. Her body looked so close to Diamond’s that it was incredible. She looked almost exactly like how Diamond looked the first time he’d seen her completely nude.

When he heard hoof steps coming toward the kitchen he expected to see Silver Spoon in some of the clothes that Diamond had bought for her, and of course that Silver Spoon had picked out at the Right Fit. He had a mild hallucination that Silver Spoon had found one of Diamond’s dresses and was wearing that. Or maybe even one of Dia’s night dresses. Only Dia could make flannel look so damn alluring…

Instead, he saw her dressed only in a t-shirt, and his eyes were drawn to her long legs that made their way to her hips. Hips and top of the legs that were just barely, just barely, covered. She seemed to be looking anywhere but directly at him, and he moved, offered her the chair he had been in, and walked toward the stove. The cheese omelets were sitting, ready to be eaten, and of course he had added just a hint of bell pepper and celery to Silver Spoons. It had been an off comment, something he was certain she didn’t think he heard, about how she had eaten omelets with vegetables in them back home.

He placed hers onto a plate by itself, and brought it over to her. She took it, her eyes still not daring to meet his own.

“Ummm… Sorry about earlier,” he said.

“It’s… Okay, I… I just wasn’t expecting anypony besides Dia to see me like that,” she replied.

He watched as she took a bite, her eyes widened, she chewed it, cut another piece with her fork, and repeated the small ceremony that was a common part of each breakfast. She looked at him, stopping halfway through the omelet, “Are… Are you really like this?”

The question caught him off guard.

“Like what?”

She looked at him, turned toward him, and then her eyes met his own.

“Are you really like this? Are you really this kind?” she asked.

He stood there, uncertain of what she meant. It was breakfast, plain and simple. It wasn’t like he had turned lead into gold for her. Seeing her looking at him, her face lost in uncertainty he decided that the best thing to do was to answer.

“Look, I guess that I’m nice, and I know compared to a lot of folks back at the stacks I’m certainly nice, but…” he looked at her and gave her a small smile, “Yeah, I’m this nice.”

She got up, and walked toward him. He’d been hugged by her before, especially when he held her when she was crying. This time she hugged him, but it wasn’t tight, and she wasn’t upset.

“Thank you,” she said.

She let him go, turned around, and sat back down. He stood there, a little surprised, but glad that she was adjusting fairly well.

“Oh, by the way, please don’t stare at my plot, it’s very rude,” she said.

His eyes widened, and he turned around when he heard some snickering. He saw Diamond Tiara, standing there, holding Ruby, who was busy suckling. She cradled their daughter with as much care and tenderness as he had ever seen. He grabbed her plate, placed it on the table, did the same for himself, and then pulled a chair out for her. She took a seat, still holding their daughter.

“Was Shiny still sleeping?” he asked.

She nodded, “He was, but he was starting to get restless, so I’m sure that he’s going to be up soon. There was a slight cry, and Frederick got up. Diamond watched him walk back toward their bedroom, and then she looked at Silver Spoon.

“I want to be a part of this.”

Diamond looked at her, a little surprised, and then a soft smile crossed her face.

“You know what that means right?” she asked.

She nodded, she did know, and she knew that it meant she had two ponies to date. Diamond and Frederick, “I know, and I’m fine with it.”

Diamond Tiara looked at her friend, and she felt so glad that Silver Spoon was finally starting to act like her old self, even if it was just a little. Hearing her decide that she wanted to be a part of their family meant some changes would need to take place. She’d have to get used to the idea of sharing Frederick, and that was something she’d need to work on. But a part of her believed it would be worth it. That what they could have together, all three of them, could, and would, be worth the effort.

Author's Note

AN: Guys, Since L0rd0f7hund3r helped write this chapter, I felt it only right to let him do the AN, so without further ado....

Guest A/N(L0rd0f7hund3r) : Silver Spoon is still adjusting, not only to this world, or her friends betrothal to a foreign stallion, but also to the violation that happened upon her. She still has feelings of guilt and defilement, remnants of her rape by the hands of a stranger. While she learns to deal with her situation, she is blindsided by her old friend’s openness and her stallions frank kindness. Maybe she can make it in this new world, but she will need a friend and lover to help her through it all. She makes a life altering decision to entrust herself to the herd she finds herself attached to, while the consequence of her rape continues to grow…