Diamond in the Rough

Motherhood

A Diamond Tiara in the Vogonverse

The wave of nausea rushed over Diamond as she huddled over the toilet. No pony had ever told her that she could expect this. She wished, again, that her mother wouldn’t had died so early in her life. Maybe she could have taught her a few things. Maybe one of those things would have been that opening your thighs was a good way of ensuring that you would be getting pregnant and throwing everything up.

She felt her hair being held, and she didn’t have to wonder who it was.

“Would you like something for your stomach?”

She nodded, not trusting herself to talk yet. The fear of getting sick, or her vomit laced breath might cause Fredrick to step back. Of course he’d proven that was wrong. He’d proven it over the last several days. He’d be there, holding her mane, rubbing her back, telling her that she’s beautiful, and even kiss her before she had a chance to rinse out her mouth. Fredrick had proven that he was good and honest stallion.

Finally, the foal, or foals, she was carrying decided that she had thrown up enough, and she finally felt her stomach start to settle. She felt Fredrick helping her up, and she felt his hand on the forming bump. It was as if he was drawn to it. His hands would drift down, feel the bump that would one day be their little filly or colt. She really didn’t care which one it was. Although, the truth be told, she wanted a little colt more.

An adorable little colt that would be like his father. She made it into the bathroom, Fredrick finally letting her handle herself, and she stripped off. Her clothes found themselves in the hamper, the shower turned on, and soon the steam from the hot water filled the room. Already this place was so much better than the trailer. Oh, the trailer had good memories, but this place felt safer.

She stepped into the shower, pulled the curtain closed, and then let the hot water cascade down her body. Her hands moved up her sides, feeling how she was filling out, and then stopped at her breasts. They’d grown. She’d liked the size they were before. Not too big, not too small, but just right. They were a good handful, and now… Now they were easily double in size. She breathed out a sigh, let the water slick down her mane, and she began to wash it.

The shampoo she’d gotten from the small automated store was still one of her favorites. The strong smell of peppermint, the hint of jasmine, and then the touch of lavender all mixed together to form a smell that reminded her of home. She worked it into her mane, turned around, lifted her tail, and felt the hot water hit the outer folds of her marehood. A jolt went through her, and she let out a very unlady like moan. That was something else that Fredrick didn’t seem to mind at all. She got horny at the drop of a hat. A smell, a touch, or sometimes just waking up made her want him.

Naturally she worried about their foal, worried that it could hurt him, or her, in some way, but their Dr. Housecall had told both of them that it wasn’t possible. Still, she insisted that they be careful. They were, and he tried his best to make sure that they didn’t press on her stomach. Which actually meant doing it more like she had learned how Ponies did it in health class. Her tail would stick up in the air, held by him, he would be deep in her nethers, and she would be moaning like a bad, bad, naughty little filly.

She washed out her mane, one of her hands drifted down, and soon she was teasing herself in the shower. Her tail lifted slightly, and she moved her finger back. She felt it, just there, right outside of her tailhole. Her breath became ragged as she leaned forward. One hand rested on the wall of the shower. The other, she felt how slick her finger was. The water, everything, was making it slick and slippery. She’d thought about this. Doing this with Fredrick, but at the same time she was scared.

One of the maids, Honey Dew, she thought, had said that her coltfriend had taken her tailhole before. She said it hurt, really bad, and that she wasn’t about to ever let him do it again. She closed her eyes, thought about Fredrick, and pushed her finger in to the first knuckle.

“Ssss,” she hissed a little as she felt it in there. It wasn’t completely unpleasant, but it felt… Awkward. She waited, for a moment, and then pushed it in further.

“Ugh…” she held it there.

Her finger was halfway in her tailhole. Halfway, and that meant that she still had a bit to go. It wasn’t so bad, and while she wasn’t sure she liked it she knew that she wasn’t going to say she disliked it. A thought of Fredrick, behind her, holding her tail, buried there, right there, caused her face to flush. She slowly pulled the finger out, and relaxed once it was clear. When her bump was bigger this might be an idea she’d use. Somehow she believed that it wouldn’t hurt the foal, and that Fredrick might really like it.

“Diamond, you okay?” he asked.

She felt thankful, the door was closed. If it had been open there was every chance in the world he might have seen her doing that to herself. She touched her belly, and she grinned.

“I’m fine,” she said.

“Okay, you sure? Need me in there at all?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes. Of course she needed him. Not to help with the shower, but to be there, to be supportive, to be the loving and wonderful stallion she knew he was, and of course to rut her silly. Actually, she could really go for that right now. A good, hard, rutting right here, against the wall of the shower.

“Um… Fredrick, maybe, just maybe, you could come in here for a minute?” she asked.

She heard the door open, and she opened the shower cover. She saw him, the handsome face she fell for, and she felt herself flush a little. She knew that the water was cascading down her. Beating on the side of her naked body, and she could see the effect it was having on him.

“I could really use a hand in here,” she said.

He stood there, dumbfounded, for a moment. Then he realized what she said, began stripping, and stepped into the shower with her. She felt his hands, his wonderfully gentle hands, on her sides, moving up her. She leaned forward, moving her tail, exposing herself to him. Floorplay was fine, but it wasn’t what she wanted right now. Right now she wanted pleasure. Right now she wanted to feel him inside of her, pulling her flanks hard against him, and him call her his queen. She needed it.

“Is my Queen sure?” he asked.

“So very sure,” she moaned, “Your queen wishes that you take her. Show her no quarter, but simply take her like she needs to be taken.”

He didn’t disappoint. She felt him enter her, and she let out a soft moan as she felt him pulling her against him. It was soft, delicate, and while it was thoughtful it wasn’t what she had in mind.

“Harder, my king, please harder,” she whimpered.

He filled her in a second. Completely seated inside of her, and her eyes shot open. Water sprayed around her, dampening her fur, and somehow making this feel better. It was like she was getting dirty and clean at the same time. She felt him shift, pull out, and then thrust back inside of her quickly. He felt perfect. There was no other way to describe it, no way of saying it better, nothing came close; for that reason, saying he felt perfect was indeed perfect. He filled her, the way she wanted to be filled.

“Mmmm, like that,” she cooed.

The thrusting became erratic, untimed, and she knew that he was getting close. In truth, so was she. She had needed this, and now she was at the cusp of an orgasm. She felt his hands pulling hard against him. Her hips brought against him hard, pushing his cock deep inside of her. With Frederick's so wild and uninhibited, she was but a moment away from climax. Then Her King did something she never anticipated: he pulled out of her. She whimpered at the void he left behind when he extracted himself from her depths; she could tell by the hardened, throbbing mass cradled in her butt cheeks that he still hadn't come yet. The heat from his stallionhood resting between her buttocks sent a minor shockwave through her body; her pregnancy had seem to make her that much more sensitive to tactile sensation.

She felt him leave her rear cleft and saw him position himself for re-entry. Only, when he did , slowly, painstakingly, finally enter her again she discovered he had come via her other orifice. Unlike when she was tested her reaction to that stimuli with her fingers, Frederick's meaty intrusion was far visceral and pleasant. The way if filled up her rectum and the heat it emitted through her backdoor walls was far more arousing than she ever imagined. There was a slight discomfort, because she hadn't ever taken anypony back there before, but it wasn't any worse than when she needed to evacuate her bowels. The major difference being Frederick was going in, whereas other times, something was coming out.

Still, it was probably the most erotic thing she had ever done with her stallion and the pair had done a lot after her first time. This experience would something she would catalog for later, marked under "Kinky Things I Didn't Know I Liked Until I Tried Them." It took a few moments of slow, rhythmic pumping before Her King noticed what was happening.

"Ugh, Dia, ahh, Dia, I'm- I'm so sorry-" Frederick stammered.

She turned toward him, both hands braced against the opposite shower wall for support, and gave him the most sensual look she could muster. Given the ever flowing stream of water from the showerhead and her now pudgy than normal figure, that took some doing. Still, she was certain she pulled it off when Frederick gave her a questioned look.

"D-don't stop-" she moaned, "it feels great!"

"Are- are you sure?" her stallion asked.

She nodded fervently. Sured, there was that mild discomfort, but it was offset by the fact that his turgid length was rubbing the walls of her rectum so wall, the feeling passed through them and into her love canal. It was bliss, glorious bliss, and she wanted it more than what they were previously doing.

"It doesn't hurt," Diamond assured him, "really. Doesn't it feel good for you, too?"

Frederick, a little taken, finally nodded. The smile on his face when he resumed thrusting told her all she needed to know. He was surely enjoying this, maybe more so than she was. She was certain her backdoor passage was a very tight fit, the skinny jeans of the boudoir, but it felt so good she couldn't help but return to the budding orgasm she had built up before. As Frederick kept pumping into her, the feeling rose and rose, a wave of pure ecstasy crashing on the shored of her consciousness. It wasn't long before that wave turned from simple, lolling splashes into a tsunami of pleasure. She reached her plateau and fell over it, gasping and moaning her delight into the spray of the shower.

This happened twice more, surprising Diamond with how well her stallion was holding out in such tight confines. Even though she could feel his rod swelling and throbbing with the weight of his release, he was still back there, servicing his mare with all his might. Finally, after most of the hot water had turned lukewarm, she let out a throaty moan, a final le petite morte; she felt his erection swell and pulse, then he filled her with his seed. The very force of his ejaculate filling her anus was not unlike a firehose; she could have sworn she was getting an enema with the pressure his essence had as it spilled into her. She breathed heavy as she came down from her orgasm, Her King's still spasming erection buried in her rear depths. Her entire body was shuddering, and she felt the warmth of his body, the water, and herself as she was held them there. Slowly she felt him pull back, a part of her feeling sad since he was no longer inside of her.

They both collapsed to the tiled floor of the shower as the water turned from lukewarm to chilled. Her pregnant body shivered, either from the cold of the water or the effect of the multiple orgams she just ahd. She could feel Frederick's essence trickle out her bum, but that just added to the eroticism of the act. In sluggish stupor, she turned to her stallion, who was half conscious from the exertion of the last several minutes. She wrapped her arms around her mate and kissed him on the lips. He returned the kiss, getting his tongue past her sweet, cherry flavored lips.

The stayed that way, making out naked in the shower for several minutes. Finally, when neither party could withstand the chill of the shower water anymore, they rose as one. Diamond reached for the spigots of the shower, turning both off at the same time. They stepped out of the shower, soaking wet. Diamond handed her stallion a towel and Frederick dried himself off. He then dressed himself back in the clothes he was wearing before. Diamond had dried herself off, save for her tail and mane, which she simply wrapped in a towel for now, and draped herself back up in her nightgown once more.

"That was fun," Diamond said, "probably as fun, if not funner than when we did it behind that resteraunt. Do you remember?"

"Oh, yeah, I remember," Frederick said, "You were wearing that cute, pleated skirt. I had you against the wall, your panties around your one ankle. We gotten loud enough that a patrol car almost made us. Fun times..."

Diamond laughed. She couldn't imagine doing such a thing with any other colt before she arrived here. Sweet Celestia, if anypony from Ponyville had caught her like that, out in public, her mug would be on every rag in the village before sundown. Silver Spoon would have been so irrate. She could almost hear the silver filly now, launching a tirade to beat out even Commander Spitfire. She couldn't but giggle at how Silvy would look as she launched into that diatribe. And her father... No, she didn't want to go there. Already, she could tell that her father would disapprove of the disatser that her life had-

Wait, disaster? No, that's not how Diamond Tiara had thought of her life now. She had a good home, now, that she shared with a wonderful and ambitious stallion. She was going to have a family of her own now, too. She may not be making it to the cover of "Canterlot Most Powerful" anytime soon, if ever, but she had everything she need to happy. If her father disapproved- Well, she thought rather ruefully, he can go buck himself.

"I love you, Frederick," Diamond said, "you know that, right?"

Frederick answered her with a kiss, both his arms wrapped around her slender shoulders.

"Of course I do, silly filly," he said, smiling, "and I love you, too."

She loved being held by him, and in truth, she had never felt closer to anyone. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Silvy, she did, but the love was different. Silvy was her friend, but that was it. What she felt with Fredrick was deeper. It felt like they connected in a way she could never express. She wasn’t even sure if Ms Cheerilee could even come up with anyway to put it into words. She relaxed, enjoying the moment, loving being held, and just being with him. She felt his arm move, slightly, and a moment later she could see something in his hand. The black box, the infamous black box, that all mares knew. It was something that told promises of grand tomorrows, of love conquering all, and it promised, deeply promised, that there was a life worth having with the one that offered it.

“I, uh, meant to do this before now. I really did,” Fredrick said as he went to one knee, “Diamond Tiara, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

She looked at the ring inside of the box. It wasn’t overly special. In truth, it had a small diamond in it, but the design he had chosen. There was a small tiara on the top of the ring, the diamond in the middle, and she couldn’t help but feel her nervousness creep up, and take residence in her throat. She wasn’t sure she could form words, so instead she nodded. Happy tears rolled down her cheeks, and he hugged her from where he was.

The days slowly began to turn into weeks, the weeks into months and Diamond found that her belly had grown from the bump she had to appearing to have a basketball hidden under her shirt. She still felt overly horny, but thankfully the morning sickness was gone. Of course because of her concern for the foal, and because she liked it, she had taken to letting Fredrick go in through the backdoor.

Experimentation had taught them a few simple rules. Such as a good cleaning, and light fastening was certainly in order before engaging in it. Today, today she had the day off, actually she had the last month off. Father Andrews and Mother Superior Ede had insisted that she take this time off. She felt the foal she was carrying, still uncertain of the sex since neither she nor Fredrick wanted to know, kicking and moving around. She walked a bit and then a gush of warm liquid spilled down her legs. It had came when she had horrible cramps, and slowly, memories of health class came to her mind.

“Fredrick!” she cried out.

He rushed into the room she was in, saw what was happening, and instantly had GLaDOS order a Taxi for them. The two of them made their way downstairs, Fredrick carrying an overnight bag they had prepared for this day, and found the taxi waiting on them. She was leaving their home a pregnant mare, and she knew that when she came back she would be a mother.

Author's Note

(Wow, it's a been a little while, but I hope that this chapter helps make up for it. So there's quite a bit happening here, and there's a little foreshadowing, slightly, on a character that will be appearing in the next couple of chapters. Naturally, if you guys want to make any suggestions, let me know what you think, or just give some impressions you felt after reading please do. I also want to give a huge thank you to l0rd0f7hund3r for his help on the shower scene.

Thanks and until next time, stay awesome,

RJP)