Diamond in the Rough

Realized Feelings and First times

A Diamond Tiara in the Vogonverse

Diamond slowly opened her eyes. She felt better, well somewhat better. There was still a driving need inside of her, but at the moment she was able to make sense of things. The glowing warmth of her estrus was made all the warmer by two arms around her; those same two arms made her feel safe. It was the most secure she had felt since arriving here in this dilapidated realm.

This was not part of The Plan. She was supposed to get together with some Canterlot noble, or maybe even some hot hoofball player. She’d live up a life of luxury, wear dresses and outfits made by Hoity Toity and have paintings made by Namby Pamby. She’d even develop her own fashion line. There’d also be Silvy, her beloved Silver Spoon. Wherever in Equestria she was, she was not here, in this ghetto.

Diamond had to think. She was deviating from the plan… But, was that a bad thing? Freddy was a good colt. He was smart, very business savvy, kind, and he wasn’t that hard to look at. Maybe if he started wearing some smart business suits and not bomb around in his jeans and hoodies, he’d make a proper stallion. Then an image occurred to her: Frederick, in a dark blue suit, hair expertly coiffed, skin bronzed. The image was at odds with the colt she knew. Okay, she thought, maybe I don’t need for everything to be perfect.

Her clearer mind began to make sense of what happened… How she had fallen in love with a low brow colt… And how she’d didn’t seem to care, one way or another…

~~~~~(Diamond's and Fredrick's Apartment in the Lego Bricks, Twelve hours ago)~~~~~

The knocking from her door was panicked, worried. She could smell him, that masculine scent that just screamed “potent stallion.” Part of her wanted him to stomp in, take her in his arms and rut her silly. Then another part of her didn’t him to her in this state. Another part of her was wondering why she even contemplated this stallion in the first place, this no class colt from poor neighborhood who hadn’t any of the sophistication she always knew she deserved. Then another part of her wondered, what good is sophistication without any love. Her mind was driving her crazy!

"Diamond, are you okay?" Fredrick asked from outside of her bedroom.

"Go away! Please!" she cried out.

"What's wrong?" he asked, still beyond the narrow plank of oak and brass.

“Its- it’s nothing, Frederick. Go away!” she bellowed; her conviction in this matter was starting to ebb.

“Come on, Dia,” Freddy called, “you’ve been shut in there for days now. There’s nothing you should have to hide from me. You know that right?”

“GO PLAY IN A MANURE CART!” Diamond shot back, with a quiver in her voice, “I don’t need a- a- a no class, pitiful excuse for a colt like yourself! I’m- I’m- I’m f-f-fine!”

“Diamond Tiara,” the colt said, softly, “you know as well as I do you’re leagues away from alright. Come on, talk to me, I know I can help.”

Softly, almost inaudibly, Diamond replied, “There’s nothing wrong. I’m just in love with a colt from the wrong side of the tracks, while I’m in heat, and deviating from The Plan so wildly that even Silver Spoon would question my sanity at this point. I’m holed up here because admitting what I feel and what I want would kill any chances of my happy ever after.”

“What are you on about, Dia?” Freddy asked, “listen, I can’t help you if you stay holed up in there. So I’m coming in.”

The colt turned the doorknob in a slow fashion, peeking his head in like a prey animal inspecting the lair of a predator. She cursed herself for not locking her only gate of privacy. For the last few days, she had felt it necessary to rid herself of clothes; her heat was so strong that even the thin veil of cotton was enough to make her sweat profusely. When the door opened fully, she smelled him, how male he was, and she could feel herself giving into her desires. A flash of modesty made her draw up the sheets of her bed to keep her innocence; of course, while in heat, innocence took a back seat to wild mating instincts. Before he could say a word she was up, across the room, and on him.

Her lips brushed against his. The heat in her body was making her act like a drunken sailor; she rubbed her body against his, spreading her warmth all over him and eliciting an excited, and maybe nervous, squeal from her host. His musk was even more intoxicating at this distance, bringing to her nose an exotic mix of cedar, ash, and a bit of sandalwood. She pulled back, using what little self control she had. She fell back onto her bed, covering herself once more.

"I... I'm sorry... I... I can't control myself... I've never had a heat this bad before," she admitted looking away.

“Wait,” Freddy asked, nonplussed, “you’re in heat?”

Diamond nodded, “Every filly of age and every mare I’ve ever known goes through it. We get- uh, we get rather, excited. We can be- overly aggressive, when it comes to the stallions in our lives.”

“So,” Freddy queried, “what does that mean?”

Diamond was so unnerved by his question, she slapped him right across his muzzle.

“You stupid jerk!” She screamed, “I’m in estrus! Don’t your human girls get that way?”

“Uh,” Freddy stammered, “I’m not sure. I’ve- well, I’ve never been with a girl before you.”

“Oh, fuck…” Diamond growled.

"You know that I do love you right?" he said.

“Yes, yes,” Diamond murmured, trying to rein her desire, which was no simple task considering that she just rushed him in naught but her underwear and presently was covering herself with a thin sheet, “I’m like a sister. Brothers and sisters don't do this... I..." she stopped when he kissed her. When they broke away from the kiss, Diamond wore a look of complete incredulousness.

“Wha-?” she blurted.

"Not like a sister. Not at all," he said, “you’re like, the most beautiful girl in the world. And I- I wanna share this life with you.”

“Freddy,” Diamond warned, with what little resolve she still had, “if we- in the condition that I’m in, it’s very likely I could- well, for lack of a better term, be with foal. I hadn’t planned for that happen until I was at least twenty-six. This is- this is all moving way too fast-”

“Hey,” Freddy said, taking her jaw in his hands gently, “it’s okay. I- I may not have had the greatest childhood, but… I kinda wanted to be a dad. You know, make sure that nobody gets left out like I did. I don’t want to repeat my mother’s mistakes. Or be left alone…”

Inwardly, she thought, If my father could see me now, he’d kill me. Or ground me for the rest of my natural life. Or kill me then ground me for eternity.

“Freddy-” Diamond coos, “I can’t start a family now-”

“Yes, we can! That’s why I started my business: to get out of the stacks, to make a decent living and raise a family,” Freddy continues, “and, if you’ll have me, I’d like to start a family with you.”

“Freddy, look-”

“No, you look. I love you, Diamond Tiara,” Freddy says, with great conviction, “what will it take for you to see that?”

“I don’t know,” Diamond answers, “I- I don’t know what I want right now, Freddy. Since I’m in heat, I could jump any stallion with a pulse.”

“But not just any stallion,” Freddy inquires, “right?”

With half lidded eyes and a dreamy look on her face, instinct takes over as Diamond says, “No, not just any stallion.”

She didn't even give him a chance to get undressed. Her hands grasped his jeans and ripped them apart. She tore off his shirt, ripped off his boxers and kissed him again. The bed sheet she used to cover herself fell away and once again, she was pressed her body into his. His musk, now so much more powerful, drove her desire to new heights.

Still, her mind wanted to balk at this exchange. She was Diamond Tiara, daughter of Filthy Rich. She was a mare of class, of wealth, of privilege; such a colt was well beneath her station in life. And yet, she was falling for him. He was kind when she had seen others of his ilk be cruel, even malicious. He was concerned with her welfare, something nopony had ever done before, except for Silver Spoon. (She had suspected for a long time that Silvy was a filly fooler, but she would never bring that up, especially to the silvery filly’s face.) He couldn’t be fussed with her money, or her status, or anything else that set her apart (did it really set her apart?) from the common pony. What was this feeling she was having? Was it admiration or even affection? Could she have tripped in the most dangerous of snares, love?

She didn’t know, and at this moment she didn’t care. All that mattered was the burning in her loins and the colt that was feverishly attacking her neckline. There was an awkward uncertainty to his movements, something similar to her own, and in that instant one part of the plan was still workable. She wanted a stallion who was innocent like herself. Sure, she had learned to curb her heat like any filly or mare, but the truest experience of being with somepony was something she had never had.

Especially when she remembered about such times with Silvy. That filly… She didn’t try to make an attempt to slow down or even make her comfortable. She just attacked Diamond’s body. First her labia, then her clitoris, then her passage… It was fun at the time, but it couldn’t handle a candle to what was happening now. Freddy was so- raw, inexperienced; Diamond wasn’t one to judge, though. If things kept progressing they they were, Freddy would be the first colt she ever had. It was rather thrilling for her.

The way his lips pressed into her coat, not attacking but savoring. She was a delicacy for him to enjoy, something Silvy never had the mind to do. As Freddy reached further south, Diamond could feel her nethers light up; the gusset of her panties was so saturated, she could use it wax the bed frame. He did eventually reach her underwear, cloyingly pressing more kisses along the the line where the hem of her panties met the pelt of her coat. He then returned to her face, staring deep into her eyes.

“We don’t really have to do this,” he whispered, “I can walk out right now and we can do this when you’re more- accepting.”

“No,” she hissed, “it’s too late. I need you. Now!”

“Is that an order,” Freddy asked with a sneer, “or a request, my queen?”

The question struck Diamond funny. Silvy, Faust bless her, would never speak like this when they were together. She rushed to her objective, no small talk, no foreplay, just get there and get in. Freddy, though, he seemed poised to prolong her suffering. In a way, she kinda liked that. She also loved his pet name for her, “queen.” It felt- appropriate.

“Um, Freddy?” Diamond asks softly.

“Yes, Dia?” Fredy replies.

“I- uh, I have a- small request to- uh, to ask of you.”

“Okay,” Freddy says, “what is it?”

“I-” Diamond hesitates trying to make what her request as plain as possible without making any incriminations on herself; she fails, “I think you know what I’m like, right?”

Freddy looks at her, a touch concerned. He’s been living with Diamond to know that she has a certain confidence in her decisions. He doesn’t want to use the word “bossy,” because that has negative connotations. Diamond is very assertive and decisive; she knows what she wants and is not one to hold back her opinion on things that don’t meet her standards. The idea that at this moment, she is hesitant, even bashful, is at odds with the girl he’s come to know.

“I’d like to think so,” Freddy replies, “you’re decisive, assertive, and a touch opinionated.”

“Thank you for the ringing endorsement,” Diamond deadpans, “but yeah, that’s me. In a nutshell.”

A smile graces Freddy lips; it gives her the confidence, however fleeting, to make say what it is she wants in this moment.

“I, uh, I want you- I want you to- be the decisive one, tonight.” Diamond whispers.

“You want me to,” Freddy asks, “what, take control? Lord over you?”

“Well, duh!” Diamond says, then blushes, “I- I know I’m kinda- bossy. But… There are times when I want somepony else to make decisions for me. And for tonight, I- I don’t want to think. I don’t want to lead. I just- I want to be controlled, just this once.”

“Really?” Freddy inquires, “that is so unlike you.”

“Not really,” Diamond says, “Silvy and I used to that all the time. U-usually in p-private.”

“Whoa, wait,” Freddy says, “Silvy? You mean Silver Spoon, that friend of yours you keep talking about.

Diamond nods.

“So, Silvy is a guy, uh, a colt?”

Diamond shakes her head, “Silvy is a filly, like me.”

“Oh,” Freddy quips, “oh!”

“Yeah…” Diamond breathes.

“I didn’t know you swung that way, Dia.” Freddy says with a toothy grin.

“I don’t,” she answers back, “not really. I was- There was a time when I was more- inquisitive, than I am now. Silvy is- was, best friend. We had our first estrus together. So, we would- take care of each other when our heat came.”

“Ooooh,” Freddy declaims, “so you two were kinda like, friends with benefits?”

Diamond nods, “I haven’t seen her since I found myself here. I wonder what she’s doing…”

Diamond eyes begin to water; Freddy sees this and wraps her in a hug. The strength in his arms, plus the feeling of his male body pressed against her nearly form, filled Diamond with a newfound sensation. It was wonderful, a bright feeling coupled to a heady sense of belonging. She could stay in that embrace forever… If only her loins would allow it.

“So, you really want to do this?” Freddy asks.

“I want to do this,” Diamond levels with him, “I just- I’d feel more comfortable if you took the lead.”

“Okay,” Freddy says, “I think I can accomodate you.”

Diamond gives a sweet smile; it the kind of gesture she rarely gives anyone but Freddy. He knows that she is being sincere in her desire.

“Okay,” Freddy says, an authoritative tenor in his voice, “this is how we’re going to do this. Mind you, this is the first time I’ve had anyone ask this of me, like ever, so I’ll keep things simple. Okay with you, Dia?”

“Mmhmm,” Diamond nods, “so how are we doing this?”

Freddy lays Diamond down on her gently, then lays out the plan, “I am Your King, you are My Queen. If you want something from me, you need to make a request. It’ll be up to me if I approve or dent the request.”

“Sounds fair enough,” Diamond replies, “is there a safe word?”

“Safe word?” asks Freddy, nonplussed.

He’s so cute when he’s ignorant, Diamond think, “Yeah, a safe word. Like, if it gets too rough or if what’s going on is hurting me or you, the safe word stops everything and nothing more happens. The- story ends there.”

“Alright,” Freddy acquiesces, “I can see a certain wisdom in that. So, for a safe word, we’ll use the term ‘jester.’ If any reason, either of us wants the action to stop, we have to call out for the jester. It’s not you say the word; you need to make a formal request, like, uh, ‘Your Queen asks for the jester to make an appearance.’ That cool?”

“Yes,” Diamond says.

“Good,” Freddy says, now, with that settled, what does My Queen request of Her King?”

“Your Queen requests,” Diamond said, “that you take me and make me your mare. That you peel away the last barrier to my love and let me know that you’re my King.”

“Your wish,” Freddy leaves kisses along her collarbone, “is my,” and now his lips are raining down her stomach, “my command.”

He plants a kiss on her navel, then takes the thin cotton underclothes in his teeth. In a fit of animalistic sexuality, he pulls on the fabric, eventually tearing them off her body. The rush of the sight, plus the cooling breeze that she feels when the clothes leave her form are heavenly. If he could smell her aroma right now, the raw pheromones she is emitting right now for mating, then she knows that he is now driven by a sense of wanton lust. And she is just behind him in that regard.

“My Queen,” Freddy says, lowering his head to her pubic region, “your scent, it is so lovely.”

“Th-thank y-you, My King,” Diamond gasps, ‘if it pleases you, would you taste of the royal honey?”

“It would be my pleasure,” Freddy answers, “My Queen.”

He moves his head to her nethers, breathing increased to hyperventilated state. He then blows a quick breath along her sex. Diamond jumps at the sensation; his warm air is enough to make her whole body tingle. That was nothing, though, compared to when his warm tongue touched her slit. Her skin would come of her body, the sensation was so electric. She was on the cusp of an orgasm and he hadn’t even penetrated her yet. The feeling engulfed her. It wrapped her into a place where she felt nothing but pleasure. love, and lust. Her hips thrusted a little, trying to drive his loving and wonderful mouth deeper into her folds.

“My Queen is eager this eve,” Freddy said, “aren’t we?”

“Yes, My King,” Diamond breathes, “we are eager for your silver tongue.”

“Then tell me, My Queen,” Freddy says, “what should I do with my tongue?”

“Your Queen requests,” panted Diamond, “that her King penetrate her folds and satisfy his Queen!”

“Your wish,” Freddy says, “is my command.”

Freddy’s tongue then parses her folds, slowly sliding into the wet tunnel that is Diamond’s sex. Her body tenses, her mind goes blank, and then the whole world is rapture, bliss, and contentment. Silver Spoon was able to do this to her, but not anyway like this. This orgasm was like something out a harlequin novel. She couldn’t stop shaking from the climax if she wanted to.

“My King!” she breathed, “Oh, My King!”

Freddy said nothing; he was lips deep in Diamond’s folds. His inquisitive tongue searched and probed every inch of her passage, hitting upon her G-spot a few times, making Diamond a writhing, seething mass of euphoria. No other thought existed in her mind but what Her King’s tongue was doing to her. Eventually, it wasn’t enough. She needed more, lot’s more. Like the sensation of a thick, throbbing shaft plunging into her depths.

“My King,” Diamond moans.

Freddy comes up for air, looking flushed with lust, “Yes, My Queen?”

“We have need to tell you,” Diamond breathes, “that which you have just performed- where we come from, it is a service typically performed by a female friend of the mare in question. And while My King is just now getting- accustomed, to His Queen, we must say that, you have performed, admirably.”

“Your King gives his thanks to His Queen.”

Diamond giggles, but immediately resumes her humble posturing, “My King, if it pleases you, may I return the favor? I may taste of My King’s stallionhood?”

The wording threw Freddy for a bit; he had some seen some porn in his time, even some of the raunchy stuff recovered from certain clients hard drives and cloud servers. Never in all that footage did a girl use such a euphemism for the male member. Still, he kinda liked it; it made him feel powerful, like a stud horse.

“Your King sees no issue with your request,” Freddy says, laying himself prone on the bed, “you may taste of Your King’s inheritance.”

Diamond’s eyes widened; she never thought he would allow that. This was her first time even attempting such a thing. She had heard some of the maids and even one of the pool colts talk about such things, but she had never seen if performed, nor had she any heard how to manage how to do it. Still, she was confident that this would be easy. She took a look at Freddy’s erect tool; the sight of it lit up her loins once again, kindling an already blazing inferno in her core.

She began by licking up Freddy’s shaft. She was confident at first, but that confidence began to wane as she continued to slurp up his tool. She hadn’t realized how much different taking in a colt’s penis was eating out a mare’s vagina. To begin with, a mare could comfortably perform cunninglus on another mare laying down. A stallion, on the other hand, stood proud, so the motions were different.

“My King?” Diamond asked.

“Yes, My Queen?” Freddy answered.

“Your Queen,” Diamond started, “is having some trouble servicing you. May- If it pleases you, may Your Queen service you while My King is seated on the edge of the bed.”

“Your King sees no harm in this,” Freddy answers, “let us- parlay, while seated.”

Freddy shifts his position, so that now instead of laying on the bed, he is now seated on it’s edge. Diamond follows suite, getting off the bed altogether and kneeling in front of Freddy on the floor. She has never lowered herself to this level before. In her old life, she would even think of touching the floor with anything but her hooves. Even though her state of mind is being driven by her estrus, she realizes that there are certain things, certain of small acts, that require some sacrifice. This is one of them.

She again begins to slurp up her colt’s shaft, thanking Faust that he doesn’t have a medial ring. She’s heard from sources that it is not the most pleasant tasting thing about a stallion’s erection. Strangely enough, either because she was in heat or it was a new experience she could now fully appreciate, Freddy’s shaft was actually rather pleasant to indulge in.

It was slightly salty, with a hint of his musk lingering on the flesh. Unlike the stallion’s pride she saw in Health & Wellbeing all those many moons ago, Freddy’s member was the same color as the rest of his flesh. His scrotum was just as hairy, but unlike that stallion from the film, Freddy’s had short, curly hairs dotting the surface of the skin. It kind of tickled when she brought her face close enough to his base.

The soft moan coming from him only causes her to redouble her efforts. She experimentally lets her tongue rub against the bottom of his shaft.

“My Queen… That feels so amazing,” he moaned out.

She could feel the gentle touch of his hands. The caressing he was doing of the crown of her head, her ears, and all of it was causing her need some much needed relief. Her fingers found her sex, and she began to rub, tease, and excite herself more. She looked up at him, batting her eyelashes coyfully, acting on impulse and desire more than actual thought. For Fredrick it was amazing. He was seeing the mare he had fallen in love with, the one he wanted to be with, doing something so giving. To see her not only giving, but at the same time showing a bit of innocence, even if only an act, and it was making it very hard to not fill her mouth with his love.

“My Queen…” Freddy moaned, “My Queen, if your ministrations do not cease, I fear I may spill my essence into your orifice…”

But Diamond didn’t stop. She kept on; in fact, she decided to take him fully in her mouth. She was rather surprised that she could. Given what little information she had about such an act, she would almost think that most stallions were too large to properly fit inside a filly’s mouth. But Freddy was just the right size. Experimenting a slight bit, she began to suck on his phallus as she slathered her tongue over its surface. Freddy moaned even louder. His body was tensing up; even with his waring, Diamond wanted to know what a colt’s essence tasted like. If it was anything like his shaft, she would be perfectly content to drink of his fluid.

Her experimental suction changed over to thrusting her mouth over his organ at a slow pace. Freddy’s body continued to tense up and his moans were changing into pants and growls. This is excited her, and her free hand began to tremble as it found her aching nub and ran circles around it. She was close to another orgasm…

As she came closer and closer to a new blissful crest, her pace on his shaft increased. She was soon taking him so deeply into her mouth, his uncircumcised head was striking the back of her throat. The feeling was- unusual. Given what she had seen on The Net, she had thought it was natural for the colts and stallions of this world to be “bare headed,” if one could forgive the pun. Still, it was an interesting sensation. Diamond couldn’t sure she liked it, but she was certain it was clean. It didn’t smell anywhere as bad as Freddy’s gym socks…

“My Queen,” Freddy moaned again, “your mouth is so talented! Your King is pleased- but doesn’t know if he could hold much longer-!”

His warning was true enough. Several seconds after making that announcement, Freddy’s shaft began to quiver and twitch. When the fluid began to spurt out, Diamond wasn’t sure she could take it all. She did her best swallow as much of it as she could; the pool colt at her father’s mansion mentioned that is just polite to swallow. She didn’t know what that meant then (Although, in retrospect, she should have known he was a coltcuddler. He was too cute not to be.) but now her understanding of the phrase was complete. It was easier said than done, though.

Freddy was- well virile would be an understatement. So much was coming out of him that she wasn’t sure how she could sucking it all down. Then her need to breathe took over, coupled with a mild gag reflex. She removed herself from his still twitching pride and swallowed whatever she had managed to still keep in her mouth. Freddy was still spurting, but the contented smile on his face spoke volumes.

“My Queen…” he breathed, still in the rush of ecstasy, “Your King… is most satisfied… our performance… is comparable… to the gods.”

Diamond swallowed thickly, still in awe of the essence still spewing from Freddy’s stallionhood, “Thank you, My King.”

Diamond climbed back into bed, where Freddy had collapsed back onto. She sidled up to him, the incitant burning in her loins mildly sated but still burning. She moved closer to Freddy, letting her arms wrap around his torso. She could feel his heartbeat underneath his naked chest. It was slowing down, but still rapidly beating. His spunk was still clinging to the tip of his glans, but he was no longer splurting. An idea came to her mind to straddle him and let the stray essence enter her. The idea was dismissed as quickly as it came; she liked to think she wasn’t a rapist. Still, she desired more…

Though he was now going flaccid, Diamond took a free hand and began to stroke his stallionhood. This seemed to stir Freddy from his orgasm induced stupor. The motion of a lightly furred hand wringing on his Johnson reawoke primal urges seated in the long dormant areas of his brain. He was getting hard again…

“We have a request?” Diamond says.

“And what is My Queen asks of me?” Freddy inquires.

“Your Queen,” Diamond moans, “desires Her King to plow her fields. She asks that her King plant his seed in her furrows. She humbly requests the Her King pleasure her like a rutting bull with a sow and fill her belly with his essence?”

“Is that you want of Your King,” Freddy says, lifting himself from Diamond’s nether and resting himself over her chest, his now erect penis resting teasingly at her entrance, “to sow my seed in your belly?”

“YES!” Diamond demanded, “YOUR QUEEN DEMANDS IT!”

“Oh,” Freddy says, a smirk starting on his face, “and what if I don’t feel like it, My Queen?”

The playful attitude struck Diamond Tiara. Here she was, moments away from sating her desires, just mere minutes away from feeling like a real mare, and her colt was teasing her. Then a stray thought came to her mind. She had reverted back to type, they way she was before she found herself here. Freddy was more than she could ever want in a stallion, despite his “common” roots. And here she was, making demands from somepony who showed nothing but kindness. This would not do.

“My apologies, My King,” Diamond demured, “we are- Your Queen is not in her right mind, but it pleases you, we ask humbly for Her King to make her a mare.”

“Is that your request, My Queen?” Freddy says, tenderly cupping Diamonds muzzle with a free hand.

“Yes, My King,” she answers, “that is all Your Queen desires of Her King.”

“Your wish,” Freddy answers, propping himself on his hands and knees, pointing his still throbbing erection at her core’s entrance, “is my command.”

Freddy thrust forward, Diamond stills her breath in anticipation… but no pleasing pressure passes her through her folds.

“Oh, sorry,” Freddy says, a blush forming on his cheeks, “I missed.”

Now it’s Diamond’s turn to be reassuring and tender, “It’s okay. Just take your time. There’s no rush.”

“Are you sure,” Freddy asks, “My Queen?”

“I am,” she answers, “Your Queen is patient and is willing to- wait until My King can hilt himself properly.”

Freddy nods, this time leaning forward onto Diamond’s torso. With the head of his member pressed against Diamond’s enchanting entrance, he slowly thrusts forward. With a hiss, Diamond takes all of Freddy’s length, although admittedly, he wasn’t as long as she had hoped. Having seen his sword before in a fit of passion that nearly culminated in her taking Freddy while he slept, she knew the general shape and size of her colt’s shaft.

She was slightly disappointed that he didn’t have a medial ring; she had expected something like that after her Health and Wellbeing Class with Miss Cheerilee. Still, the sensation of a stallion mounting her fully was still there. It was a slight bit painful; she hadn’t anticipated that he’d break through her hymen like that. Still, the feeling was very sensual and added to her bliss in ways she couldn’t imagine. She gasped when she felt her lover’s scrotum press against her fanny.

“I’m in,” Freddy breathed, “oh my gosh, you are so-”

“Please,” Diamond panted, “please, Frederick, don’t- don’t stop.”

Not lost in his own haze of desire and lust, Freddy nodded, then began thrusting. He was slow, at first, unsure of what he was doing and lacking the experience to make the whole scenario better. It was exactly what Diamond needed, though; she had never had a colt before like this, and while he was not exceptionally long or wide, Freddy’s rod was just the right sort of fit for her. He filled her without breaking her or stretching her wide open. With whatever deficiencies he may have had as a desirable male, he was making up for it with a tender passion and a willingness to learn.

This willingness was discovered when Freddy began to knead Diamond’s flanks. She was very sensitive there; her cutie mark was especially prone to bruising when she and Silver Spoon fooled around. When she grunted in pain, Freddy promptly moved his hands away from her flanks and placed them along her waist. That was actually rather reassuring and confirming for Diamond. She had never known before how much she liked being held until Freddy held onto her while they rutted.

He continued in that fashion, slowly pushing into her, and then slowly pulling out. Each time, Diamond whimpered and panted, the sensation of his tool sliding so effortlessly within her almost too much for her to bear. She didn’t want to risk going too fast, though. She was still getting used to the feeling of having something besides a tongue inside her. It still the most exquisite stirring of her loins she had felt in her short life.

In what felt like hours, but was most likely only a few brief minutes, Freddy announced he couldn’t hold back anymore. Despite her earlier protestations, Diamond panted and wheezed for Freddy to finish the job and squeeze his essence into her waiting womb. She was on the edge of her third orgasm of the night and when Freddy’s shaft began to twitch, she teetered then fell right over it. This one was far more intense than anything Fredy did with his tongue. The feeling was satisfying, almost frenzied, as her body responded to the biological imperative within them both: Freddy’s need to spill his seed and Diamond’s desire to copulate to achieve conception.

The sensation lasted seemingly forever, as Freddy’s flow was particularly strong. Diamond could feel his spunk filling her up and then spilling out her. She was pleased, though, as her internal fires were well sated, even if only for the now. Her womb was filled to overflowing with Freddy’s seed and her body was still in orgasmic convulsions. Even Freddy’s slowing twitches and softening erection did nothing to distract Diamond from the feeling of being- more.

When Freddy’s rod softened to the point where it fell out of her, she felt relieved. They lay there on her bed, sweat drenched, exhausted, but immensely satisfied. He held her in his arms and she sank into his embrace. Just before exhaustion blanked out all her thoughts and senses, she kissed Freddy on the forehead.

“Thank you,” she told him, a tender smile gracing her muzzle, “thank you, for everything, My King.”

“It was my pleasure,” Freddy said, as a yawn escaped him, “My Queen.”

Then Morpheus called and both filly and boy fell into the call…

~~~~~(Diamond's and Fredrick's Apartment in the Lego Bricks, Now)~~~~~

“Frederick?” Diamond called.

Her lover stirred, turning to face her in their shared embrace, “Yes, Diamond?”

“We-” she said, hesitant to say what she really wanted, “we- really shouldn’t have done that.”

“Really?” Freddy said, “I thought you rather enjoyed yourself.”

“Oh, I did,” backpedalled the pampered filly, “I really did! But, now, I fear- Freddy, if I fall in love with you, if I were to give myself again- to, uh, you, I’m afraid…”

“Afraid you’ll never find your dad?” Freddy asked, knowing that was the chief most desire in Diamond’s mind.

“Well, no- Uh, actually yes, but-” Diamond stammered, “I- What we did- I could get into real trouble, with the way I am now.”

“I told you, Dia,” Freddy assured, “I’m okay with it.”

“But we’re so young!” Diamond hissed.

“I know,” he soothed, caressing her muzzle in a way that fell into it, “and I told you I’m fine with it. And I think you’d make a great mother.”

“But my father-” she protested, trying to pry the very soothing hand away.

“Will think that you found yourself a wonderful husband and lover,” Freddy said.

“Husband?” Diamond asked, a quiver in her voice, “Do you- Do you really mean that?”

Freddy nodded, “I can’t think of anyone else that I’d rather share my life with. I told you this before.”

“Freddy, I-” Diamond again protested before his hand found her muzzle again; a second hand found a spot behind an ear and scratched at it. She almost came from the sensation.

“There’s no going back now,” Freddy said, “I can wait, while you come to a decision. I love you, Diamond Tiara, and I wouldn’t share this moment with anyone, or anypony, if I didn’t care enough to share it.”

“Freddy…” Diamond said, “do you mean it?”

Nodding, Freddy said, “If you want, I can get a ring tomorrow. I’ve been saving up for it. It won’t be much-”

“I don’t care,” Diamond almost shouted, “I- It doesn’t matter if it’s twenty karats or two hundred. I- Nopony has even been so close to me… I don’t know what to say-”

“Most girls say ‘yes,’ by this point.” Freddy quipped, earning a painful slug to his shoulder.

“And I thought you were a gentlecolt,” she huffed, “for that, you’ll need to satisfy me again.”

Chuckling, Freddy wraps Diamond in hug, pressing his lips fiercely to hers.

“You make that sound like a bad thing,” Freddy smirks.

They spent the next three hours, lost together, exploring, and when it was over Diamond snuggled behind her Special Somepony. That’s exactly what Fredrick was. He was hers. He wasn’t a position to be bought and sold at the whim of the filly she used to be. No, he was a stallion that had the heart of the mare she had become, and she knew that she had his heart as well. The thoughts of beautiful foals surrounding her actually made her smile, and for once, in the longest time, the plan had no place at all.

Author's Note

(Okay a huge round of thanks to L0rd0f7hund3r for helping out with this chapter. Be sure to check out his stories.)