Chapters A Diamond in the Rough
Chapter introduction ‘Wandering and Alone’
A Diamond Tiara in the Vogonverse
She looked around herself for a moment, and everywhere she looked everything pointed to the same thing. It pointed to the fact that something was most certainly wrong. It wasn’t wrong like how she had been put into a class with a bunch of common ponies. No, this was more than it. It just wasn't right. This couldn't be right. This wasn't Ponyville, and she had no clue what was going on, but this wasn't right. Diamond Tiara walked forward with her shimmering dress, the tiara she shared her namesake with, and a feeling of massive anxiety. She breathed out. Somepony would help. They had to.
"What the fuck is that man?!" a voice shouted.
Her ears, which had been turning in various directions in the hope of hearing a familiar voice straightened. She turned toward the voice and saw a small red ember of light in the darkness. That ember moved, as if it was being held in place by an unseen force. She watched it bob, nearly in place for a few moments. A memory of one of her daddy’s cigars made her consider what it could be in that direction. Somepony was smoking, but it hadn’t sounded like her father. She looked toward where the voice had come from and squinted in an attempt to see.
"Looks like some rich fuck got tired of his fuck toy! Hey cutie! Needa place to stay?!" another voice shouted.
She shook her head violently. She didn’t like the sound of the voices.
"Look at her man... Damn... looks like an old prom photo... You know what happens at proms don't ya little girl?" one of the voices asked.
It sounded closer and she took off. Sounds of something hitting the pavement, something like paws, large paws, slapping against the pavement, and it was getting closer. She turned a corner and looked at the strange rectangular thing in front of her. It sat on a weird rock pad, and above it was another, and another, and another rectangular thing. She heard the sounds getting closer, and before she could say a word something grabbed her wrist, covered her muzzle, and pulled her into the darkness. Her ears where flat against her head, and she breathed out in a shaky breath. She could feel her tail flickering with an uncertain nervousness.
She watched as two strange looking creatures ran past where they were. Whatever had her wrist and muzzle let her go and backed away."It's not smart to hang out in the open like that," he said.
"Thank you... What... What were they going to do?" she asked.
She looked toward the colt that saved her and noticed that he looked like those things, but he didn't act like them.
“They'd rape you, rob you, and then kill you for your organs and sell them on the black market. What are you doing here? The Stacks aren't a friendly place," he said.
“I'm... I'm lost. The last thing I remember was being in my house, in my bed, and then suddenly I'm here... I want my daddy," she whimpered.
He gave her a small smile, touched her hand and shook his head.
"I can't help with that, but I can give you someplace safe to stay for the night. It'd at least be away from animals like that," he said.
She nodded, following him into the darkness. The area looked littered with strange carriages that had been abandoned long ago. Most of them looked rusted, unusable, but he lead her to the center. There was a mound of them, each stacked over the other. They worked their way in toward the center. She saw him pull out a key, unlock a door, and open it. She followed him in through the door. It had been some kind of carriage, but she could tell that it led into something else. She followed it until he flipped a switch. A few scattered lights came on, and she noticed a small rectangular thing like she had seen earlier.
"Welcome to the Casa de Luna," he said
She looked at the small rectangular box sitting there. It was just like the ones she had seen earlier, but unlike them it didn’t seem to be completely covered with rust. He opened a door and made a gesture for her to step inside. She squeezed past him, since the space around the rectangular box wasn’t very large, and found herself inside of a small home. He flipped another switch, and it turned the lights off outside of the box and let the ones inside of it glow. She watched as he walked over toward a stationary bicycle and began to pedal.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He smiled and kept pedalling.
“Well, the batteries I have to run the electricity won’t charge themselves, and I need to keep them charged if I’m going to go to school and do a little work on the web today,” he replied.
“Do some what?” she asked.
He grinned, shook his head, stopped peddling and walked over toward a cabinet. He opened it, pulled out a plastic lunch box with a picture of something she didn’t know, called Wall-E, on the front and opened it. He pulled out a small flat box looking thing, a pair of goggles, and a set of gloves. He pressed a button on the flat looking box and the button lit up. He then pulled out a cord and hooked into the back of it. She then watched as he placed it on a small, completely flat, black metallic thing. The flat looking box made a small ding. He then took a small piece off of the goggles and plugged it into the box. Once that was done he took a small piece off of the gloves and did the same thing.
“Console complete,” a strange voice said.
“Who said that?” she asked.
He smiled at her, and held out the goggles. She looked at them, put them on, and then she felt something slipping over her hands.
“Gloves have resized for new user,” the voice said again.
Her vision cleared up and suddenly she was inside of an expansive looking building. It was quite breathtaking, and inside of it there was thousands of people like the colt. One of them stopped, looked at her, and then shook his head.
“New kids and trying to get away with their avatars looking all alien,” he said as he walked past her.
“I’m not the alien you are!” she shouted.
“Yeah, yeah, tell it to someone who has to listen to you,” he said.
The field of vision died and she felt the goggles being removed.
“What was that?” she asked.
“That was my school. Good old Ludus 100695823, southern sector of planet Ludus contained within the outlying public school sector of the Innovated Technologies Department of the Government,” he replied.
“What?” she asked obviously confused.
A gentle smile crossed his lips before his stomach growled. He walked toward another cabinet and opened it. She saw him pull two cans out. He smiled at her.
“I don’t have a lot of choices, but I hope that you like SpaghettiOs,” he said as he pulled a cord on the side of the can.
It began steaming for a moment before he nodded, peeled the lid off, and handed her the can with a spoon. She sniffed it. She could feel her muzzle crinkling a little from the slight smell, but knowing that he was so willing to share what he had she took a bite.
Her sense of smell had lied to her. There wasn’t anything wrong with this! She took another bite and could taste cheese, tomato, and pasta. Another bite revealed some strange spice she didn’t know existed, and before long she finished off the warm can.
“I guess that you’re pretty hungry, would you like another one?” he asked.
She nodded, and he handed her his can. She began eating when she noticed that he was walking toward a seat with his gloves and goggles.
“Why aren’t you eating?” she asked.
“I didn’t get to do any grocery shopping. It’s fine, but I’ve got to check my email and see if any one needs me to do some scrub work on a website, or if there’s anyone needing a reconditioned Digital Assistant,” he said.
“Here,” she said offering the can.
“No, seriously it’s okay. It’s not the first first time that I’ve gone without for a while. I’m just glad that I had something offer,” he replied before he slipped on his goggles.
She walked over, her hooves making almost no noise on the worn carpet in the home. She took a set opposite from him, and had to adjust her tail so she could sit comfortably. As he continued to work she noticed that he was moving his hands in small patterns. Sometimes it was making little circle movements with his fingers, other times it was stretching and flexing part of his hand. It almost seemed random until she really followed what he was doing.
Each movement he made with his hands he would turn his head, almost as if he was looking at something. Finally he coughed a little.
“Mr. Furgerson, yes I’ve got the Soundwave Digital Assistant. No, unfortunately I’m not able to accept food vouchers. I understand that times are tough, but Mr. Furgerson there’s only two groceries in any major city that accepts the vouchers, and we both know that a mere fifty credit voucher won’t do much more than get someone in the door. Yes, fifty credits. Okay, I know, and I’m sorry that I can’t accept them. No, I promise if you have any trouble with him contact me and I’ll make sure to customize his administrator status. It should work as is, and you did say that you wanted him mainly untouched. Right, thanks for your purchase Mr. Furgerson,” he said.
He made a few hand movements in the air, and then he pulled off his goggles and gloves. She watched him press his thumb to the small flat box and that part glowed red for a moment.
“Credits received, Fredrick you now have two thousand, six hundred, and twenty-five credits in your account,” the box said aloud.
“Thanks GLaDOS,” he said.
“You are welcome Fredrick. We do what we must because we can,” she replied.
“GLaDOS, activate the view screen,” he said.
Diamond Tiara heard something buzz for a moment, and she turned to see a black looking screen that had been hidden away in a corner. When she looked at it the screen seemed to light up a little and then a strange looking thing appeared on it. It looked like nothing she had ever see before. There was a massive red eye in the center of a white head that had no mouth. The head moved back, then it appeared to move around on the screen for a little bit before appearing to look at him.
“Is she a new test subject?” the female sounding voice asked.
“GLaDOS this isn’t Aperture Laboratories,” he replied.
“Awwww, I wanted to have some fun with her. Maybe have her hunt for some cake,” GLaDOS said.
“GLaDOS the cake is a lie, and you know it,” he said shaking his head.
“What are you talking about, what is that?!” Diamond Tiara asked.
“That is my digital Assistant GLaDOS. I saved her from deletion… Ummmm.. I saved her life,” he said.
“My old owner never gave me free reign to speak and act, so I might have erased some of his emails,” she said.
“What?” Diamond Tiara asked.
“You don’t know what any of this is?” he asked.
“I know the words, but not what they are. It’s… weird,” she replied.
“That’s okay. Look, an email is like a letter. The emails GLaDOS got rid of were really important ones. Debt collection emails if I remember correctly, and her owner was taken into indentured servitude by the Glossman Corporation. They were going to delete her, but I managed to download her from his open site before they did it. When I realized what had happened I undid the locks he had on her,” he said.
“I’ve been very happy,” GLaDOS said, “Fredrick, do you want your friend to have administrative privileges?” GLaDOS asked.
“You don’t have any place to do do you?” he asked.
She shook her head. There was Ponyville, but this wasn’t it, and for some reason she had a feeling that it was actually gone. She closed her eyes trying to will the tears back.
“No,” she said.
“GLaDOS, she needs Administrative privileges. I also want her to learn how to operate the console. I’ve got just about enough to get a second console and still get the everyday stuff we need,” he said.
“Very well, I will mark this down as a Huge Success. Does my new Mistress have a name, or shall I call her Mistress?” GLaDOS asked.
“My name is Diamond Tiara,” Diamond Tiara said.
“Wait, are you serious right now? That is your name?” GLaDOS asked.
“Yes, what kind of name GL-aaaaa-DOOOSSSS,” Diamond Tiara shot back.
“She has an attitude. Are you sure you want to be around that?” GLaDOS asked.
She looked at Fredrick who shook his head.
“You were making fun of her name GLaDOS. I guess that we should go over sleeping arrangements. Mi casa es su casa, but bedding is a bit of an issue. There’s a twin bed just down there,” he pointed toward a short hallway, “I know it’s fine because it’s the one that I’ve been using.”
He placed his hand on the table they had been sitting at.
“This table is supposed to fold down into a three quarters bed, and up those stairs is a full sized bed. Now, the entire trailer is fine, but the bed up there isn’t that good. I haven’t been able to find a replacement mattress, because those things are far too large, and too expensive to try and carry back here,” he said.
“I can sleep here,” she said.
He shook his head.
“Go ahead and take that bed. I’ll set this one up, and make sure that it works. If it does then we might trade beds,” he said.
She nodded, walked back down the hall, and heard the sound of her hooves clearer when she stepped from the carpeted floor to a tiled one for a second. The sound of her hooves stopped when she stepped into the small bedroom. She looked at the door pulled it out of the wall. It slid slowly, and then the magnetic strip caught the opposite strip and it finished shutting.
She pulled off her dress, then her bra and panties. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. She was the daughter of Filthy Rich. She was supposed to be going to Manehattan this weekend. She was going to get to meet Saphire Shores, and she was going to get to hang out with Silver Spoon. Instead she was in the home of a colt she didn’t know, in a place that was strange to her, and none of it made sense. She pulled the blanket back on the bed, laid down, and pulled it up over her shoulder.
She stopped fighting after a minute and the tears began to stream down her face.
Author's Note
(And we have our first chapter of Diamond in the Rough. Somepony had to end up at the stacks, and I figured why not Diamond Tiara. Again, thanks for reading and commenting.
LF)
A Diamond in the Rough
Chapter 1 ‘Fitting In’
A Diamond Tiara in the Vogonverse story
Diamond woke up feeling the bitter cold from outside. She heard someone grunting just a short distance, and she crawled out of bed. Near her dress was a sweater, pair of jeans, close to her size - and apparently someone had made a hole for her tail, and a pair of white cotton panties in a clear plastic package. She tore open the package, lifted the pair of panties, studied them for a moment, and then carried them and the other clothes to her bed.
“The batteries are charged, so the waterheater should be working. We’ve got a fifty-gallon tank on this thing, so keep your shower short,” she heard Fredrick’s voice saying.
“Where?” she asked.
“There should be a sliding door opposite of the bed. Just pull it back. Inside you should see a shower stall and a small toilet. I wish that I could say this thing was made with newer technology, but I’m afraid that’s not so. This thing is pretty old. I think it’s owner’s manual said it was made in 1986, so, we’re dealing with some really outdated plumbing,” he replied.
She pushed open the sliding door, and the room looked clean. She could smell the mild scent of peppermint, and a little bit of lavender. She walked into the room, closed the door, and looked above her. There was a small current to separate the toilet from the shower. Sighing, she looked beside the toilet to see two old, faded towels, three hand cloths, and two bars of soap.
She grabbed the larger one and noticed how it smelled like Peppermint. She turned on the shower, feeling the blistering cold water hitting her before it turned delightfully warm. She began soaping her pelt down, enjoying every single moment of getting clean. The smell of peppermint covered her and then she felt the water growing cold again. She let out a shriek of surprise when it went completely cold. She finished washing off, turned off the shower, and stepped out on the worn shower mat.
“Hey, are you okay?” Fredrick asked from the other side of the door.
“The water got cold,” she said.
“The water… Oh man… That means that the tank’s empty. Oh well, it’ll refill and heat up in about an hour,” he said.
She dried off, tried to get her mane to behave, but it didn’t want to without being brushed the normal one hundred twenty-seven times she would brush it before school. She rolled her eyes, looks at the the meger accomdiations and finally seen what looked like a scrunchy. She picked it up, saw that it was one, and pulled her hair into a pony tail. She pulled on the clothes left for her, and enjoyed the feeling of the worn in clothes.
“They might look terrible, but at least they feel good,” she thought.
She opened the door to see Fredrick.
“Okay, it’s daytime, and right now everyone that has a job has caught the early transport, and those who aren’t working legal jobs are busy cooking their bathtub meth, so we’ve got a real chance to get over to the grocery and get a few things. How do you feel about helping out?” he asked.
“I…” she looked at him and closed her eyes, “Okay.”
She followed him out of the rectangular shaped home and he closed the door. Once again they came through the slightly slumped over metal tunnel, and finally they exited through the rear two doors. He locked it and then they moved through the large stack of burned out, and rusted out carriages.
He stopped before they were all of the way out.
“Okay, it looks clear,” he said.
They moved out into the dark courtyard, and finally out of the stacks as he called them.
“Fredrick, is that you?” a voice called down.
He stopped and looked up at a silver haired old woman.
“Mrs. Gladstone, how are you doing today?” he asked.
“Oh, I’m fine, just fine. I’ve got some soy bacon and powdered eggs. Maybe you’d like to have a little bit of breakfast with me?” she asked.
“I’m afraid that I can’t Mrs. Gladstone. I’ve got to get a little grocery shopping done,” he said.
“Oh, well raincheck then… Say, who’s that scamp with you?” she asked.
“This is Diamond Tiara,” he replied.
“You don’t say… I’d keep my eye on her,” she replied before she closed the door.
Diamond Tiara looked at her for a moment before looking at Fredrick.
“What did she mean?” Diamond asked.
“I’m not sure. Usually she’s the sweetest little old lady. Okay, we’ve got some ground to cover, so let’s get a move on,” he said.
The two of them walked hurriedly down the street. The sounds and sights of the decaying neighborhood around them made Diamond walk closer to him. When they turned a corner and the sound of a gunshot went off she grabbed his arm and buried her head in his shoulder.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. It sounded like that one was pretty far away. If I was to guess it was most likely about three or four blocks down that way. I wonder if it was the Union Station Stacks… I heard that they had a fire down there. I bet they’re really overcrowded right now,” he said.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Well, if a stack burns or falls down the survivors all get to move into the other stacks. It’s not like they have a whole lot of choices on where to go. Most of the folks are okay with it, because the more people they have in a trailer the less they have to pay,” he said.
She looked at him and tried to picture what it would be like to live with more than just her daddy, her mama, and her in their house. She couldn’t picture it at all. She couldn’t think about how full thier home could have been. Her musings were interrupted by the sound of door chime. She looked around to see that they were inside of a small room, with a glass front, and there was a line of machines standing up.
“Okay, let’s get a couple of bags,” he said.
She watched as he pressed one of his thumbs against a red indent on a machine. It beeped and released six bags for him. He lifted them up, checked the bottoms, and nodded. She watched as he walked toward the last machine and looked through it.
“Diamond, is there anything that you want in here?” he asked.
She walked down and saw several different cans of various things. One of the first things she noticed was the spaghetti things they ate last night. She pointed to them, and he nodded. He pushed two numbers, and then pressed the number five. The machine’s red indent glowed for a moment and he pressed his thumb against it. Once that was done she noticed a cork screw looking thing began moving and it dropped one can after another until it reached five. Once it finished there was a chime and he pulled the drawer open at the bottom. He handed her a bag, had her open it, and then placed the five cans inside of it.
They moved on to the next machine and he did something similar. She even smiled when he got two small carrot cakes for them, and then finally he came to the last machine. She noticed that he looked inside of it, and pressed two numbers that she realized was for the milk. He had asked her what kind of milk she liked, and she had said that she liked chocolate. She watched as a quart bottle of chocolate milk dropped into the drawer.
He looked at the time and then at her.
“Okay, we’ve got to move, and move fast. The workers are going to be getting home in around twenty minutes, and if we’re out there with food they will take it from us,” he said.
“I’d like to see them try,” she said holding a bag close to her.
Author's Note
(And we’re calling it good on that chapter. I know, it’s a short one, but I just wanted to help establish a couple of things. One, what grocery shopping is like for those living in the stacks. No fresh groceries. All of it is pre-packaged, and the stores are automated. If you’ve got credits it can be reasonable, but if you’re using vouchers then it gets expensive quick.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
LF)
Somepony to watch over him
A Diamond in the Rough
Chapter 2 ‘Somepony to watch over him’
A Diamond Tiara in the Vogonverse story
The sounds of coughing erupted in the small home Diamond shred with Fredrick. She looked up at the sound and followed it to where he was lying. He had surrendered most of the blankets earlier on, and he only had a small sheet on him. She touched his forehead and felt a burning hot fever.
“GLaDOS what’s wrong with him?” she asked quietly.
The viewscreen turned on and a moment later GLaDOS’ virtual representation appeared on the screen. Diamond heard the sound of the built in camera focusing on them for a moment.
“Fredrick appears to be ill. From the coughs present it could vary from a mere cold to phenomena. If it is phenomena then it could be fatal,” she said.
“What can I do?” Diamond asked.
“There is a Doctor ‘House-Call’ kit in the cabinet. Take it out, inside there is a swab, and an analyzer. The analyzer should be able to give an accurate diagnosis within a few moments time,” GLaDOS replied.
Diamond opened the cabinets and after a few moments she found a white looking box. She took it down, and touched the front. It opened open and a screen flickered.
“Welcome to the Doctor ‘House-Call’ kit model 2.0. This kit is used to give basic diagnosis for most simple illnesses. The Doctor ‘House-Call’ kit is not to be used in replacement of a healthcare professional. Warning, your Doctor ‘House-Call’ kit is running low on swabs. Please remember to replace them as soon as possible. To continue and receive a diagnosis please, swab inside of the mouth, place the moist end of the swab into the collector, and wait five minutes for a complete diagnosis,” the figure on the screen said.
She took one of the swabs, walked over to Fredrick, gently opened his mouth and swabbed the side of it. When she finished she returned, looked at the directions and placed the swab into the collector. A moment later the kit began to beep. She sat down, watching it, waiting for it to tell her what was wrong when finally the figure reappeared.
“You have bronchopneumonia. The treatment for this is antibiotics. Home treatment for this is amoxicillin five hundred milligrams, twice a day, for ten days. You need to also take it easy for the next three to four days. It is also advised that you drink at least three point seven liters unless you are suffering nausa and vomitting. If this is occuring then the suggested amount is five liters. It’s also suggested that you switch the intake from water to an electrolite formulated drink. Gatorade, Powerade, or one of the many sports drinks available should work fine. If left untreated bronchopneumonia will become fatal,” the figure said.
She looked at Fredrick and then back to GLaDOS.
“Where do I get the antibiotics?” she asked.
GLaDOS disappeared and suddenly a map replaced her image. There was a red dot that formed in a block and the words You are Here appeared. A line moved from that dot and shot out down the street moving around nine blocks away toward another area. This time the words Denton’s Family Apothecary appeared.
A whirling sound erupted from a corner and the map printed out in black and white. Once it did GLaDOS appeared again.
“Have the Doctor ‘House-Call’ print out what he needs. It will be an official script, and the Apothecary will let you fill it. I suggest that you go now,” GLaDOS said.
She nodded, moved back to the Doctor ‘House-Call’ and looked at it.
“Print please?” she asked.
“Would you like a script printed of the last treatment recommended?” it asked.
“Yes,” she said.
The whirling sound erupted again and this time a piece of paper formed with a signature with the number of amoxicillin pills and the direction for taking them. She gathered the papers, looked at Fredrick once more, and then moved toward the door and began moving out of the small home she shared with him.
She moved out of the pile of old carriages and out into the daylight. Fredrick had said that it was safer moving now, that most of the ponies who would want to hurt them would be gone for the day. She moved quietly and looked at the map. Turning left, she began to walk toward the street the Apothecary was on. She passed the edge of the stacks, moved down toward the street and noticed dozens of closed up buildings. Most of them looked like they had boarded up for years. The thought of why some of these ponies didn’t move into the buildings came to her. She could see a few of them open, but those seemed to be automated stores. It was vending machines, like the grocery they shopped at.
She moved until she saw another set of the Stacks. There was two large areas that looked blackened and scorched. She could see twisted remains of the scaffolds that had made up two Stacks, and she shuttered. The idea that these things could collapse and burn bothered her. There had to be hundreds, maybe even a thousand ponies in each one of those stacks, and to see that many lives lost at one time… It was horrible.
She turned the corner and saw a line of buildings that were all automated shops. She looked at them to notice that the signs of the buildings had long since faded into obscurity. She couldn’t ask for somepony to help her find the Apothecary. She wasn’t sure if there was any like Fredrick. They had met a few good ponies besides him, but there was so many that seemed so desperate and angry. She walked into a store and it was another grocery store. She almost walked out when she saw the sports drink that the Doctor ‘House-Call’ had mentioned. she walked over to the vending machine, and she touched the number pad, selected the number for the sports drink, and then she pressed her thumb to the indent.
There was a warm feeling on the bottom of her thumb for a moment before the sports drink fell into a collection area.
“Thank you for your purchase!” a voice cheerfully said.
She collected it, looked at the sacks for sale, selected one, and pressed her thumb into its indent. A sack spat out of the mouth of the box, and she pulled it on out. She placed the sports drink into it, and then she walked out of the store and into the one next to it. She did this for six stores before she finally came to the Apothecary.
“Welcome to Denton’s Family Apothecary! Please slide your prescription into the reader to begin!” another cheerful voice said.
She walked up toward a large black section of the wall, and pushed the paper with the signature and pill information into it. It disappeared inside of it for a moment before a virtual figure appeared on the glossy part of the wall.
“So, you’re needing Amoxicillin, five hundred milligrams, twice a day, for ten days eh? Please press your thumb into the scanner if that is correct,” the figure said.
She did and a moment later the figure smiled.
“Very good, your prescription is being prepared. The prescription is ready! Please, press your thumb back into the scanner to be charged,” the figure said.
She did and then the sound of something dropping into a collection bin could be heard. A drawer slid out and she looked at the small amber bottle lying in the drawer. She reached down, pulled it out, and placed it into the sack. She walked out and noticed the sky was darkening. She moved toward the direction she had came and then she heard the steps behind her.
“Well, well, look what we have here,” a voice said.
She began to move faster.
“No, no, don’t run sweetthing, I’m only gonna make you feel good,” the voice said.
Fredrick had said to keep moving, don’t respond, just keep moving and if you had to, run. The steps got closer and she took off running toward the stacks. The steps echoed behind her, and she moved between the rectangle homes of the strange Stacks with the two scorched areas. There was the sound of a thudding as the owner of the voice behind her slammed into one of the homes.
“We’ve got a bitch that just went to the Apothecary! She’s one of them helpmates, and ain’t no one gonna care what we do to her!” the voice screamed.
Her ears laid flat and she looked at the street. This was her chance. She ran forward and heard the sound of something making an exploding sound, rapidly, for several seconds. She ran past it, toward the street, and ran down it as fast as she could. She could hear the sounds again, and something flew past her nearly touching her. She kept moving trying not to stop when something jumped in front of her. She fell down dropping the bag, and watched as the sports drink exploded into a bluish mess on the ground. She gripped the amber bottle and pulled it next to her as she got up. There was something, something holding her. Diamond struggled against the hand that was wrapped around her hoof. She finally brought her other hoof down and was rewarded with the sound of something crunching.
"MY FUCKING HAND!!!! YOU BITCH YOU CRUSHED MY HAND!" the stallion screamed.
She ran, as hard as she could toward the dark. She could lose them, maybe get back to Fredrick. She sniffed back a tear as she skidded to a stop and bolted into a darken part of the Stacks. She could hear running, shouts, and finally she heard the voice of that one stallion that scared her. She'd never admit it, but he scared her so badly.
"I'm going to find you little girl, and after I'm done breaking you I'm going to turn your sweet little ass out on the street. You're mine! You hear me?! MINE! And if I catch that little pipsqueak you're hanging around with... I'm going to gut him," he said toward the darkness.
She looked at the bottle of medicine she had. Fredrick was sick, and GLaDOS said this would help him. It had been hard finding Antibiotics , but it was even harder getting them back here. Those stallions wanted them for themselves. But she had bought them, straight from that Apothecary, and she had even braved going out alone. When the sounds died down she worked her way back into the pile of carriages until she made it to the home she shared with Fredrick. She could see him barely breathing, his breath sounding so raspy.
"GLaDOS... What do I do?" she asked.
"He needs to take the antibiotics, make him eat, give him what it says on the directions, and make sure he keeps it down," GLaDOS said.
She nodded, grabbed a can of SpaghettiO's, opened it, put it into a bowl and warmed it up, and then took it to him.
"Fredrick, I need you to eat," she said.
"N... Not hungry," he barely got out.
"Please... I don't want to be alone. Please eat," she whispered.
He opened his mouth, and she gave him a spoonful. She watched as he managed to swallow the food she gave him. Slowly, she feed him the entire bowl and then she gave him a drink from a water bottle for the first pill. She touched his head and felt how hot it was.
“He’s got a fever… What do I do?” she asked.
“Wet a washcloth, drape it over his forehead. Search the medical kit and see if there is some aspirin. If so give that to him,” GLaDOS said.
She did, and there was a small bottle of aspirin. She dug one out, gave it to him, and made him swallow. Once it was down his throat she took a seat near him.
“Will he be okay?” she asked.
“Perhaps. The medication should heal him, but he needs food, rest, and fluids. He will need a nursemaid for several days,” GLaDOS said.
“I’ll do it. I owe him that much,” Diamond said.
Author's Note
(And Boom the next chapter is done! So, this is actually been fun. I plan on doing another update on Diamond in the rough before too long. Thanks for reading,
LF)
The B...Boogie P...Pony is R...Real!!!
Diamond in the Rough
The B...Boogie P...Pony is R...Realll!
A Diamond Tiara in the Vogonverse
Diamond sat up and breathed out a sigh as she took in the sight of the home she shared with Fredrick. He was safe, and he had recovered from the bronchopneumonia. She had been his nursemaid, and in that time she was becoming all too aware of something. She liked him. She maybe even liked, liked him. She pushed that thought away.
“No, remember what happened when you tried to like, like someone before. It turned out wrong. Besides, he treats me like somepony would treat their sister ,” she thought.
Seeing him doing better she got up, looked at the cabinets and realized that a grocery trip was in order. The closest grocery store was the one he had taken her to before. She touched his cheek and he opened his eyes.
“Hey,” he said.
“I’m going to go get something for us to eat,” she replied.
“It’s not dark right?” he asked.
“No, it’s about noon,” she said.
“Be careful. There’s still some danger, but most of the folks that would try something should either be gone or too busy to mess with you. If you want to give me a few minutes I can get dressed and come with you,” he said sitting up.
She could see how tired he was. He was healing up, over the illness, but it had weakened him.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll go, you stay and rest,” she said getting up.
She watched as he laid back down. There was an obvious bit of concern on his face, but they needed something to eat. She already knew the grocery store, grabbed a few of the bags they had saved, and started to leave.
“If it even sort of feels bad don’t hesitate, just come straight back,” he said.
“I will,” she replied.
The truth was that she was going to get them food first. They were almost completely out of everything, and she knew that the both of them would be needing more than what meger supplies they had. She took a breath, opened the door as far as it would open, and stepped out. She closed the door on the home she shared with Fredrick and moved through the collection of carriages until she finally came out of the pile.
The air was cold, but it was expected. GLaDOS had said this was October, and she knew that Nightmare Night was around the corner. It struck her funny for a moment that she was thinking about that foalish holiday. It was a night of free candy and trying to scare each other. For a moment she wondered if this place had a similar night, and then she quickly pushed that thought out of her head. She wouldn’t walk out here in the dark, and surely anypony with any sense at all wouldn’t let their foals walk out here after dark.
She made it past the two tall stacks of the mobile homes , Fredrick had told her that was what they were called, that made up the front of the Stacks, and headed out on the street. She walked toward the grocery store and once inside she began looking through what there was. The first obvious choice was SpagettiOs. She liked them, they didn’t taste too bad, and a can of it was surprisingly easy to fix. She walked toward the machine holding the canned pasta and selected six cans of original SpagettiOs. She pressed her thumb to the reader and a moment later it dropped the number of cans she wanted into the collector.
She took those cans, placed them in one of her sacks, and then moved on to the other things they needed. She got a loaf of bread, two jars of Peanut Butter, and then she looked at something they didn’t need. It was a package of cookies. Nabisco/McDonalds Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies, and they were only two credits. She started to select them, and then stopped herself.
There was a time that spending that amount of money wouldn’t have mattered to her, but things had changed. Two credits could mean the difference between eating a meal or starving. She breathed out, walked away from the vending machine, and looked at the breakfast foods. She selected the off brand, because of how much cheaper it was, and was rewarded with a bag of Super Sugar Rocks Fruity Stones Cereal!™ , and she wondered what it was that Fredrick saw in them.
She then looked at the milk. Like anything that wasn’t dry goods or canned goods perishables were the most expensive. A quart of milk, barely enough for four breakfasts, costed ten credits. A half gallon costed fifteen, and a full gallon had went up to thirty-one credits. Fresh meat was overly expensive, and she didn’t care since she didn’t eat it. She looked at the milk, knowing that she needed it, and selected one quart. She pressed her thumb against the reader, it dropped the container, and she slipped it into a bag along with some of the can goods. Feeling good about her purchases, and seeing that they had food for at least a week, she walked out of the grocery store and headed toward their home.
The day seemed to be fairly clear. There wasn’t any real danger, none of the stallions that had chased her before was here, and instead it was just a quiet walk back home. She weaved her way through the carriages, finding the back of the one carriage with double metal doors, opened it, stepped through, and then walked on to the small clearing before the door of their home. She stepped inside, put the groceries up, and looked at the bags. She checked again and finally it dawned on her. She had forgotten something.
She had forgotten to get a few packages of instant ramen noodles. It was something they would occasionally eat, and sometimes it was a last resort food. There had been a week when they had nothing except for ramen noodles, and its broth, to live off of. Seeing that Fredrick was sleeping she walked out, with a bag, and headed back to the grocery store. Once again she found herself inside of the building, once again she faced the machines, and once more she made her purchases.
She walked back toward the stacks and she heard a scream and a cry. Everything inside of her told her to run. Her ears rotated toward the sound. She looked toward it, knowing that it was a bad idea to want to even see what was happening, but at the same time she couldn’t just leave. She moved, quietly as she could, until she walked to an old building near the stacks. The crying was coming from inside of it. She leaned against it to hear a muffled scream.
“Please, please don’t hurt her,” a mare’s voice rasped.
“NOOOOOOOOO!” a different mare screamed.
Diamond stepped back. She didn’t know what was happening but this was terrible. She heard the sounds of something moving outside. She ducked around the side of the building and hid from the sound outside. She moved and found herself in an old room. The wall on this side of the building had long since fell in and what was left of the room had been exposed to the weather. She looked at wall in front of her and she could see something. The window showed the other room and she started to duck down, but noticed that the older bearded stallion looking in the window wasn’t looking at her. Instead he was scratching his nose before turning back to the dragoness tied in the corner. In front of her was another mare. The mare was tied down in such a way that her flank was sticking up in the air.
Diamond shook as she watched the older stallion walk toward her. Deep red lines were etched across her flank, and the stallion grabbed a candle, lit it with a lighter, and held a knife over it.
“You know, the human body can stand all kinds of pain. There’s a little function we have that sort of shuts that pain off. Kind of makes you not feel anything at all. Hell, it set interrogations back hours, or it did before I learned a little trick," he said taking the now reddened blade to the mare’s flank and drawing a line in it.
“PLEASE LEAVE HER ALONE! I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!” the dragoness pleaded.
He shook his head, kicked the mare in the stomach, heard her cry and then looked around in the room.
“Boys, want a little fun with a girl who had enough money to buy such an expensive toy?” he asked.
She saw the stallion that had chased her before. She watched him walk up to the mare, and then she closed her eyes. She dropped down and could hear the mare screaming, pleading for him to stop, and she could hear the sounds of flesh slapping.
“No, no, no, no,” she said quietly.
“NO! Mirah!” the dragoness screamed, “I’LL KILL YOU!”
The sounds lasted for a few more minutes until it stopped again.
“You know, the buyer interested is only interested in you. Your owner, lover, fuck buddy, whatever you want to call her doesn’t matter to me. He did have one requirement. You needed to be broken. So, when I’m done with you, little girl, you’ll be a polite and willing little slave,” the bearded stallion said.
“If you hurt her… If you do anything else to her I’ll kill you,” she said.
“Step away boys,” he said.
“Please, please no more, please, I swear I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t hurt me anymore,” the mare’s voice pleaded, “Money right? You want money? I can give you all the credits you want! My… my father is a corporate banker, and he’ll wire you whatever you want!”
Diamond finally got up, looked through the window and saw the bearded stallion walk toward the mare. He grabbed her by her hair and lifted her head.
“Please don’t hurt me!” she cried.
“I’m going to get loose and I’m…” the dragoness stopped when the blade of his knife trailed down her side.
“Please…” the dragoness said.
“You know what you need?” he asked as the knife found the tip of the mare’s pinkie, “a reminder.”
He pushed hard against it, the mare screamed, and a moment later he dumped some wax over the place where he cut. The dragoness fought against her bonds until he brought the finger over, flipped it on her.
“I’m going to carve her up, and there’s not a fuckin’ thing you can do about it. Do you know why?” he asked before he kicked her, “Because here I’m fuckin’ GOD!”
Diamond shook her head, backing out, leaving, and before she got outside she threw up. Her stomach emptying on the old floor. She heard something against the door leaning into the room, and she took off, heading out, back to the street, to the Stacks, to the safety of her and Fredric’s home.
She couldn’t believe there was any stallion like that, and that’s when a thought occurred to her. He wasn’t a stallion. He was the Boogie Pony. The Boogie Pony was real, and he lived here.
She made it to the pile, through the carriages, and finally to their home. Once inside she began to shake, and she felt two arms around her. She wrapped her arms around Fredrick and cried as she thought about what she had seen.
“What is it?” he asked.
She didn’t say a word, not for a while, but he stayed with her. Finally, after several hours she finally told him what she saw, and he looked at the wall.
“The Commodore is back,” he muttered.
Author's Note
(And that’s where we’re stopping. Yeah, a new character, and an darker one at that. The Commodore is going to be somewhat famous, or I should say Infamous in the Vogonverse.
Thanks for reading,
LF)
Moving, Rolling, and Freezing
Diamond in the Rough
Moving, Rolling, and Freezing
A Diamond Tiara in the Vogonverse
The cold air nipped at Diamond’s nose as she sat in the trailer. Frederick was working on another project, and she could see him stopping every few minutes to blow onto his hands. She got up and walked toward him, taking the blanket, sitting behind him, and wrapping it around herself and him. He stopped for a moment and scooted against her. She felt the intense cold rolling off of his back.
“Sorry,” he replied.
“Don’t be,” she replied as she shivered.
Near there was a homemade heater. She’d seen Frederick take a roll of toilet paper, remove the cardboard cylinder inside of it, and then fill the can with rubbing alcohol. They had it before and it heated the trailer for a couple of hours. Finally, she felt him moving.
“I know you’re freezing,” he said as he grabbed a lighter, “and I can barely do anything to finish up the programming on that digital assistant. We need some heat.”
A moment later she saw as a tall flame flickered out of the can and he sat it down near them. She could feel the heat coming off of it, and she looked toward the closet where the electric furnace was.
“How long do you think it will take until the solar panels are able to collect enough electricity?” she asked.
He looked ahead and slumped his shoulders forward.
“I don’t know. This is turning out to be a pretty bad winter. I’d use the pedal generator, but it won’t produce enough electricity to really charge up the batteries,” he replied.
When they went through half of what they used in the fall in little over two weeks, both of them agreed to turn the electric furnace off. It was the only way of keeping enough electricity to run everything else. Since that time, Diamond had learned the joys of sleeping in a set of jogging pants and a sweatshirt. She looked over his shoulder at the date and time. It’d been three months since she’d seen the boogie pony. She wasn’t sure if he was still around here. She hadn’t really liked the idea of leaving the trailer without Frederick, or she didn’t until she found something she liked to do.
During the week, she walked eight blocks down the road leading out of The Stacks until she came to a large, and old, building. It was there that she got to help out Father Andrews, and Mother Superior Ede. She didn’t realize that she would actually enjoy helping to feed and shelter those who couldn’t do it themselves. In return, Saint Thomas’ gave her about a hundred credits a week. Frederick helped her set up an account for herself. Despite him saying no, she added him to her account like he added her to his. It seemed fair, and she didn’t mind. She had planned on using her money for groceries, but instead he told her to hold on to it.
In that time she had managed to save up about a thousand credits. She stopped thinking about it as the room warmed up. She felt Frederick's back get warmer and she loosened the blanket out from around him. Her stomach began to growl and she looked toward the cabinets. Slowly she got up, opened them up and found a can of spaghettios, and two packages of shrimp flavored instant ramen noodles. She looked at the food and then at Frederick.
“I thought that you said we had enough food,” she said.
“We do… For you. I’m going to finish up this, send it to the buyer, and then we’ll take a couple hundred credits from that sale and buy some more groceries,” he replied.
Looking at him she shook her head and grabbed a pot. She pulled both packages of the Ramen out and began filled a pot with some distilled water. She brought it to a boil, feeling thankful for the single electric burner they had, and dumped the Ramen into it.
“I’m making enough for both of us,” she said.
“Di…” he started until he saw her narrowing her eyes.
“Okay, okay… Sure, that’s fine,” he said before he went back to work.
The smell of the discount Ramen begin to fill the little trailer. Not eating for the last couple of days was finally getting to Frederick. He felt his stomach growling, and he caught himself looking toward the pot every few seconds. Behind him he heard Diamond snicker lightly. He didn’t want to admit that he was hungry. It was a matter of pride more than anything else. Regardless, his stomach betrayed him and he knew it growled loud enough for her to hear.
“It’s almost done,” she said.
He looked toward her. She wasn’t the same as she had been. She was still confident, and he liked that, but she didn’t have a problem doing things for herself. When she first arrived, she did go shopping with him, and did a few things for her, but it was almost as if she was afraid of being thrown out if she didn’t. Once she figured out that he wasn’t going to toss her out she became a bit more opinionated. Well, perhaps she became more than just a bit, but she stuck by him. She had saved his life when she went to get the antibiotics he needed, and for a while she had brought back the food they needed to eat.
She had proven herself to be resilient and strong after having witnessed what she did. He had absolutely no doubt that she had seen the Commodore. He’d never seen him, and he didn’t want to, but he’d heard stories. Anyone that lived in The Stacks had heard of the Commodore. Everyone had heard of the vicious things he’d done, the disappearances, and the fact that he was smart enough to stay to the stacks.
Still she had witnessed one of the worst examples of humanity, and instead of locking herself away she was still willing to go out. That wasn’t to say that she wasn’t more careful. She was. He noticed that she tried to be completely safe about things. It was refreshing to see the change. It was because he could see her really coming into her own. He could also see her filling out, and instantly he stopped going down that road. He liked Diamond, quite a bit, but she had been treating him like a brother more than anything. She needed a friend, and while he knew he wasn’t the first guy to ever get friendzoned he was going to do something different.
He was going to be the best damned friend she ever had and not expect a damned thing back for it. The internet was full of stories about guys who had been friendzoned and hoped against hope that the girl that friendzoned them would eventually see them as worth dating. Did he like Diamond? Sure, he liked her, more than he’d really feel comfortable admitting, but regardless he didn’t want to be one of those guys.
“Here you go,” she said.
He had been so caught up in what he was thinking that he didn’t notice the bowl of hot ramen in front of him. He nodded, took it, and began eating. Between the coffee can heater, the food, and having the blanket around him that Diamond had over both of them it he was warming up. He watched her dip out a bowl for herself and she took a seat next to him. Inwardly he wished he’d had more experience in talking to girls. To be honest, most of his interaction with people had been Mrs Jefferson, the old lady in the third stack at the top.
When he needed a little extra food that was fairly hard to come by he would go up to her trailer, fix her consoles, her goggles, and her gloves for her. In return she’d give him a small collection of dried fruits, sometimes she would have some cookies fixed and would give him a dozen. Still, she was well into her sixties, if not her seventies. All of the talk with her had been what he assumed talking to a grandmother would have been like. He took another bite, and then looked at Diamond. She was looking at a piece of shrimp she had. That package had actually had a few freeze-dried pieces in it. He saw a few pieces in his own and offered them to her.
“Wait, you need…” she started before he shook his head. She took his bowl, and he heard the sound of a fork scraping the three or four pieces of shrimp out.
“Thanks,” she said.
Diamond looked at him. He had barely ate, and she knew that he could have used the shrimp in the noodles, but he wanted her to have it. He was a sweet colt, he really was; maybe if he’d come from a proper family, she’d even consider courting him. He was kind, understanding, and even tempered. In several ways, he reminded her of her own father. When he finished eating he leaned over and gave her a hug. She didn’t refuse the hug… Doing so would be… rude. Instead, she returned it.
Once that was done he was back to work, and then after another hour he was practically jumping up and down in excitement.
“He bought it!” he shouted.
“Was there any doubt that he would?” she asked.
“Well, a little. What he wanted was a specialty digital assistant. It’s one that you have to win through a tournament, and they only hold those once a year. I’m damned lucky that someone put it up on Black Diamond L33t,” he said with a smile, “I was able to get it since it’s such a speciality item that it takes a specific computer to use it.”
“So… What did you have to do?” she asked.
“I had to make its program capable of working with a generic console. It sucked, but it’s done, and it netted us enough cash to get some groceries…” he stopped when they heard a sound from outside.
It wasn’t the wind blowing. Both of them had gotten used to the sound of the wind howling through the mound of old carriages above them. What there was now was the sound of something banging away at some steel on the wrong side of the trailer.
“GLaDOS, can you access the external cameras?” he asked.
“Success! It appears that some test subjects are attempting to gain entrance into the control room,” she said.
“Crap… Is there anything being picked up in the main entrance hall?” he asked.
The fact he had spent a few hundred credits getting a basic motion sensor rigged up into the old van was now proving to be credits well spent.
“No, there is no activity in the main hall,” she said.
“GLaDOS, I’m going to take my laptop, my goggles, and my gloves. Diamond and I are going to leave. When we do, I want you to activate test zero-zero-one,” he said.
GLaDOS’ face appeared on a screen and her eye was a dark red.
“Ah, finally, I get to make some science. Test zero-zero-one will commence when the director and co-director leave the control room,” she said.
He grabbed Diamond’s wrist, and she looked at him, unknowing what was going on. They got out the front door, through the van, and outside.
“What, huf, huf, are we doing?” Diamond said as she tried to catch her breath in the extreme cold.
He kept pulling her, never looking back.
After a few moments the door to the trailer opened violently. Three men stepped inside.
“Rickman, where the fuck is that pony thing?! You said we were going to make it in good with the Commodore, and get that thing broke for him!” one of the men shouted.
The door closed, and they heard it lock. A flat screen came on and GLaDOS appeared.
“Welcome to Aperture Science. We do what we must, because we can. Today we are testing your puzzle solving abilities. This trailer has been filled with propane, and there is an ignitor inside of it. You have three seconds to find the ignitor and disable it,” she said.
“OH FUCK!!!!” one of them screamed as he beat on the door.
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The sound of a massive explosion rocked the mound in the courtyard of the stacks. Sharpnel spewed out from it, and Diamond found herself huddling down. She looked at Frederick and saw that he had a few cuts and bruises. She walked toward him and felt something pinching her leg.
“You’re hurt,” she said.
“I’m… Oh Damn… Diamond, you’re going to be okay,” he said.
She started to ask him what he meant, but suddenly she found herself holding the laptop, goggles, and gloves, and he was carrying her away from where they were. She realized where they were after a few minutes. It was the automated apothecary she had came to before. She felt a little tired, but it was warm in here.
“Welcome to…” the automated voice began.
“Save it! I need a first aid kit, with sutures, rubbing alcohol, and antibiotic ointment. Something to numb the pain would be good too!” Frederick shouted.
“Very well, would you also like the kit to include the most updated version of Dr. House-Call?” the digital voice asked.
Frederick closed his eyes and cursed lightly.
“Yeah, do it,” he said.
“That will be one thousand two hundred forty-three credits. Please press the payment button,” the voice said.
He did and a moment later loud thump was heard and then the drawer kicked open.
“Thank you for shopping with Denton’s Family Apothecary,” the voice said once more before it shut off. She felt herself getting sat on the floor and then she saw Frederick opening the new first aid kit.
“Welcome to Dr. House-Call 4.1. As a new feature I am capable of examining wounds via my removable camera. Simply take it off of the mount, show the area of the wound, and hold it still for two seconds,” the virtual doctor said.
Diamond felt her pants being loosened and she looked up at Frederick.
“What… what are you doing? We can’t… We’re not even dating,” she said tiredly.
He pulled them down a ways and then held the camera over the area.
After two seconds there was a ding, “It appears that the subject has been hit with a piece of shrapnel. Judging from the size and shape it more of a superficial wound than anything. However, in order to keep the wound from getting infected, and possibly losing the limb you must remove the the shrapnel. Take the forceps from the kit,” the virtual doctor said before showing a picture of a pair of plyers.
Frederick did and the virtual doctor appeared again, “Now, grab the shrapnel with the forceps, and pull. Once it is out you will need to get the following items. One emergency syringe, one vial of penicillin, one package of suture catgut thread, one suture needle, two alcohol wipes, and maintain a steady hand.”
Frederick did as he was told and then followed the directions of the virtual doctor. He quickly cleaned the area, checked to see if there any horrible out of control bleeding, and then applied something else the doctor suggested. It was a small topical numbing lotion, and he grabbed a plastic enclosed roll of gauze. He looked at Diamond and hated himself for what he was getting ready to do.
“Diamond, I need you to bite down on this. And I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
“It’s okay…” she whispered.
He’d seen dozens of old movies, and if Hollywood could be believed then she was trying to go into shock. He felt her bite down on the gauze and he rubbed the lotion onto the spot and began sewing. He felt her practically go ramrod straight, and she screamed into the gauze. He worked hard, fast, and knew that while this was working it wasn’t professional grade. When he finished he looked into her now hurt eyes.
“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry,” he whispered.
She looked at him and lightly hit him. It hurt, and he knew that even though he saved her life he deserved it. He was the reason she got hurt in the first place. He held her and felt her finally relax. She fell asleep and he held her through the night. Tomorrow they were going outside of this neighborhood. He’d been looking at some of the low rent apartments. Lego Bricks most folks called them, and he was going to put a down payment on one. They’d still need to get some things. A bed or two, a table, a new flatscreen, but it would be a home outside of the stacks, and it would be closer to the church Diamond worked at. He felt sleep trying to take him. He pulled her closer to him, and turned so that his back was facing the door. Nothing else was going to hurt her tonight. It would have to get through him, and for tonight, they could sleep here inside the store. They could sleep in the warmth, and tomorrow would bring a brand new day.
“Good night Diamond,” he whispered before he leaned forward, and despite his decision earlier… He kissed her.
Author's Note
(Sorry for the long hiatus. So, here’s the latest chapter. I hope that everyone enjoys it. Thanks for reading. RJP)
Diamond in the Rough
Home
A Diamond Tiara in the Vogonverse
Diamond looked at their new home. Frederick had called a Taxi for them, and they had ridden in warmth and comfort to where they were going. When they got out what she saw looked like blocks stacked on top of each other. They walked to the front and Frederick had talked with the manager of the complex. He explained that they wanted to rent an apartment, paid the deposit, and they were taken up the stairs to the second to the top block. She remembered how blue it was on the outside. She could see windows, and from the outside she could tell there was carpet on the floor.
Now, they were standing inside of one of the bedrooms. She looked at Frederick and she blushed lightly. She’d learned about the modesty of this world, of those around her, and she had adjusted. What she had read online seemed to point to the idea that the only ones to see you naked were your parents when you were little, or your lover or lovers. She wasn’t sure what she felt exactly. She did know that she felt close to Frederick. She liked him, exceptionally well, but he wasn’t what she would want to call suitor material.
She had been raised with class. She looked toward him and noticed that he was blushing lightly as he looked around the room.
“How does this one work for you?” he asked.
She nodded, loving the feeling of the carpet against her hooves. It was shag carpeting, and it felt like it was padded under it. It wasn’t like the trailer. The floor didn’t feel cold.
“We need to get some furniture,” he said, “this place has the basics, but we do need to get a couple of beds, a table, and a few things.”
She nodded, and the two of them walked out into the cold. She saw him pulling his sweater closer to him, and the fact they needed to get more clothes was there. They started walking and she noticed a store not too unlike the automated grocery store they had shopped at before. She touched his shoulder and he looked at it. He’d seen them before, but never really been inside of one. It was an automated clothing store. He looked at the sign, ‘The Right Fit’ it said. Looking at his own clothes and then at Diamond’s he realized that they really only had the clothes on their back.
“On the way back, we’ll stop and get a few extra suits of clothes,” he said.
Agreeing she followed him to a store that was about the size of her father’s old store back in Ponyville. She looked up at the sign and saw the black letters against the yellow backdrop.
“Ikea?” she asked.
“They’ve got furniture, and they’re not that expensive. With any luck we should be able to get everything we need here,” he replied.
They stepped inside of the store and she felt the warm air rushing over them. There was no denying that it was cold outside. When they went back to the clothing store she was going to look for a coat. Something warm, thick, and if possible pretty. She looked up and her eyes widened. Barnyard Bargains had a little of everything inside of it. Her father often stocked a little of everything so everypony could get what they needed. This place looked like a pony could find everything they needed to move into a place and be fine.
“Welcome to Ikea!” a cheerful voice said.
She turned to see a blond human mare. She was dressed nicely, she was approachable, and she was being far too friendly with Frederick. She watched as the human mare batted her eyelashes at Frederick, giggled at a response, and something inside of her was demanding that she stop this mare from trying to take her stallion. That’s when she stopped herself. Somewhere inside she was laying claim to Frederick. She calmed down, followed them into the store, still watching the blond human mare, and still not trusting her.
“This is the college experience section. We have bedding, cabinets, and pretty much everything else here that should work on a budget,” she said.
“Thanks,” Frederick replied.
“Would you like some suggestions, or help choosing anything?” she asked.
“No, thank you, but I think that we’ll be okay on our own,” he said.
She nodded, watched him for a moment, and then turned to walk off.
“That’s right, keep going tail lifter,” Diamond growled the insult she had heard her father say once a long time ago.
She looked at the frame and mattresses that Frederick was looking at. They seemed simple, sturdy enough to hold somepony up, and to be honest, not that different from the beds in their former home. Those beds weren’t bad, but they weren’t something she was absolutely sold on either. She looked at the area, and then something caught her eye. She walked toward the area and saw the warm colors. Yellows, reds, and soft greens adorned the blankets, sheets, and other bedding she saw in the area. She touched a mattress, and her eyes widened.
It was soft, so much softer than she expected it to be. She ran her hand up and down the mattress, taking in the texture.
“You know, the best way to test a mattress out is to stretch out on it,” a deeper voice said.
She turned toward the owner and saw a human stallion. He was taller than Frederick, his dark hair cut short. In truth it almost matched his skin tone.
“You never know if it’s what you really want until you try it out,” he said.
She stepped back, letting her legs touch the side of the bed. She sat down on it, and it cushioned her flank perfectly. The stallion smiled at her and knelt down to eye level.
“Now tell me that you don’t just love that,” he said.
Frederick looked at the mattresses, and turned to ask Diamond something when he saw one of the store’s associates talking to her. He could read the man’s body language, the way he looked, and he didn’t like it. He walked toward the two, getting closer and smiled at Diamond.
“Diamond, you find something?” he asked.
She looked up at him, grinned, and then stood up to give him a hug. He was a little confused, but returned the hug to her. She felt soft, and warm, which was both nice. She let go and the sales associate looked a little put out. He put on a fake smile and showed them the various beds. Frederick looked back toward the college area. The simple beds, the simple mattresses, those were fine with him, but the look in Diamond Tiara’s eyes as she looked at a Queen Anne full sized bed. He knew that it being Ikea it wouldn’t be overly expensive, and he found himself looking again at the design.
There was a canopy that connected to the four posts of the bed. The frame looked solid, for the most part, and the mattress looked comfortable. He could get himself the cheaper college bed, but she really wanted this, and he wasn’t going to stop her from getting it.
“We’ll take it,” Frederick said.
The sales associate nodded, wrote it down, and handed them a slip. Frederick smiled as he noticed that they’d be able to take advantage of the free delivery today. That would be fine. They walked back down to the college area, and Diamond saw the bedding that Frederick was looking at. None of it looked as nice as what they had gotten for her. She started feeling guilty before he put a hand on hers.
“It’s fine. That’s going to be your bed for a good long while. It should be something that you’re comfortable on,” he said as he looked at the full sized and twin sized beds.
Finally he found something. It was a plain wooden box standing on four posts. The bed was known as a three quarters bed, and it looked a little smaller than Diamond’s bed. She looked at it, touched the mattress and realized that it was comfortable, a bit more firm than the mattress she had chosen for her bed, but still comfortable. The same blond human mare came over and Frederick told her he wanted that bed.
They looked around for a while longer before they found a small table with four chairs. Lastly they looked in the entertainment area, and Frederick picked out another flat screen, basic console, and a cheap tablet. they headed to the front and Diamond listened as the price finally came out to fifteen hundred credits. He pressed his thumb to the scanner, paid, and informed them that he wanted to take advantage of their free delivery. Once he gave them their address they walked out and headed back down toward the automated clothing store.
When they walked inside the warm are replaced the coldness from outside. Diamond could see two booths. They looked similar to the dressing rooms, although it appeared that they were something else. She walked up and looked at the one meant for the mares. It had a curtain around it, it seemed to be none transparent, and then she read the sign.
“The Right Fit clothing company wishes to provide the best fitting clothing for its customers. For that reason scanning stations have been placed in all The Right Fit automated stores. Step into the scanning booth, strip, and announce that you are ready to be scanned. It will scan you, provide your correct measurements, and those measurements will be added to your profile. Simply choose the style of clothes you want, and the vending machines will provide the correct sizes. It’s only the Right Fit if it’s from The Right Fit,” she read.
She saw Frederick step into his scanning booth and she did the same. She closed the curtain, stripped off, and placed her clothes on the shelf beside her.
“I’m ready to be scanned,” she said.
A moment later there was a bright white light in front of her, then it moved to her side, behind her, and then to her other side. A few moments later there was a loud ding.
She quickly dressed again and stepped outside with Frederick. They walked toward the vending machines. She noticed a set of black jeans, and a simple dark purple top. Her clothes had always been dresses. It had been fashion instead of function, and while she liked pretty things, what filly didn’t, she knew that she needed something that would easy to move and work while wearing. The jeans hit both notes. They had a beautiful design on them, and she selected them, the shirt, several pairs of painties, and a few bras. She then selected a few pairs of plainer looking jeans and shirts. When she finished she grinned at what she had purchased. Frederick was holding a slightly smaller bag, and she knew he most likely just bought the basics again. They left and before they headed home he stopped her. She turned and looked at a large grocery store.
“We’ll need food,” he said.
They went inside and she found this was what Frederick was splurging on. He was buying more than their normal foods. There was still cans of Spaghettios, packages of instant Ramen making it into their basket, but he was getting some cans of fruit and vegetables, he got a few cans of something called seafood medley, and she grinned as she read it. It seemed to be a mixture of cooked Shrimp and a few different kinds of Crab. Finally before the walked to the front he grabbed a package of doughnuts. They walked out and Diamond felt Frederick’s hand touch her own.
She wanted to grab it. She wanted to hold it, and she wanted let him know that she cared for him. She wasn’t sure how she wanted to express this to him. She had gotten so… upset at that human mare that talked to him. She didn’t like the fact that somepony else had their eyes on him. She gently touched his hand back and together they walked toward their apartment. They arrived when the delivery truck for Ikea did, and they walked up stairs leading the delivery men to their apartment.
After about fifteen minutes everything they had purchased was waiting on them.
Things began to return something toward normal. Time rolled on, and winter left them for spring. Frederick had found a job coding security measures for a few companies, and he was using what he made to pay rent. Diamond stayed working at the church, but she was told that she should consider trying to go to work for FEMA. They suggested that she would be good at it since she was so organized.
The seasons changed, again, and slowly something began bubbling inside of Diamond. She had more or less been able to deal with it on her own before, but now… Now she was finding herself without Silver Spoon, without a means to deal with this, and was sitting huddled inside of her bedroom. Her clothes too warm, everything too warm. She heard knocking on the door and looked toward it. Part of her could smell the wonderful scent on the other side of the door, and she was trying to fight the desire to rip the door open.
Author's Note
What’s This? An update for Diamond in the Rough? Yep it is… Also… I’m going to be adjusting it to mature. Why? Because things are about to get interesting.
Realized Feelings and First Times
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.)
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)
Old Friends and Relationships
Diamond in the Rough
Old Friends and Relationships
A Diamond Tiara in the Vogonverse
Diamond hummed softly as she rocked her little filly. Ruby Broach had finally fallen asleep. Unlike her twin brother, Shiney Bit, Ruby seemed to be naturally fussy. It took rocking her, walking with her, singing to her, and even the occasional taxi ride to calm her down enough to sleep. Unless it was Fredrick holding her. She seemed to be perfectly behaved with her father. She couldn’t get upset. In many ways she was the same way with her father. She could remember, honestly remember, how she used to act. Nopony other than her father could ever get her to behave.
“I suppose that old mare’s tale about how we’d all pay for our foalhood was right, wasn’t it Ruby?” she asked as she gently snuggled her little girl.
After Ruby Broach had finally, finally went to sleep she took her into the bedroom where Shiney was already sleeping hard. She looked down at her two foals. Ruby was almost a complete copy of her when she was a foal. Her coloring was a little different. She seemed to be a lighter lavender color, and her mane seemed to be mainly white with small purple strips in it. There was the fact that she looked very much like a pony. Her brother, Shiney, was different because he truly did have some of his father in him. He looked like his father from the waist up, or at least close, although his mane, tail, and coat on his legs looked like hers. She gently kissed her little boy, watching him get comfortable turn over, and snuggle against his sister.
That was something that Ruby seemed to live for. The only other person she would be quiet for, besides her father, was Shiney. She hoped that the two of them would stay close. She’d heard that there was a half brother she had somewhere. Her father had apparently had a short fling with a young mare, and it hadn’t lasted very long. She never found out who her brother was, or even how old he was, but she did know that it had happened after her mother had died.
It was the talk at their house. The maids, Randolph, and the pool colt all talked about it. The secret mistress that her father had. Looking back on it she wished that she could have gotten to know her brother. Maybe they would have been close. Maybe he could have helped her become a better pony, but then again it seemed that things happened the way they happened for a reason. Her coming here, meeting Fredrick, learning what it was to live without the wealth her father had, all of it had made her a better pony.
She was a happier mare, a now married mare with two beautiful foals. Once they were asleep she walked over to the wall, detached a tablet from its hanging charging station, and opened up the FEMA employee login app. Once it was open she entered into the logistics area. Working at the Church had helped her realize how good she was at this. She had helped plan the distribution of the food the Church got through donations, the layout of the bedding area, and through those plans she had helped them help an additional ten percent. It might not sound like much, but she knew that it meant another twenty to twenty-five people got to eat, sleep, and be safe inside of the walls of the church.
At the moment she was helping FEMA work around the new housing solution to take the place of the stacks. Her first thought was the lego bricks. They weren’t overly expensive, from her own experience they were comfortable, and she noticed that the way they were stacked together was far more structurally sound than the stacks. Her suggestion was considered, approved, and then it was left up to her to find the contractors that would be willing to work for FEMA on the project.
And that was where she was at the moment. Thirty-two government contractors, and out of them six were willing to work on this project. It disappointed her that so many of them wanted the government to build apartments that looked more like prisons than apartment complexes. One of them had even laid down a design from the twentieth century for an apartment complex called the Cabrini Green.
It was downvoted, mainly because it wasn’t cost effective, and because it would be self serving for the contractors with various lumber, hardware, and building supply businesses. That contractor had decided to opt out of putting in a bid to build the apartment complex, and in a way Diamond was glad to see him go. He didn’t seem like a very honest stallion, and after learning what she had about the original Cabrini Green she didn’t want to see the same thing happen here. The original Cabrini Green had ended up being a place where crime, gun violence, gang violence, and other atrocities had happened. The articles had said it was because of the poverty stricken that lived there, but Diamond knew that wasn’t the only cause.
She had seen what happened in the stacks. How having so many people crammed into a small space had become a perfect breeding ground for crime. Her suggested answer to this was that each apartment would be for one family, or no more than four unmarried roommates. There was some arguments over it, but she went through to explain why she thought this was best. How it could cut down on crime, made the ponies that live there feel like this was their home, and not just someplace to sleep.
Once she explained it the other project directors agreed, and it was decided that the number of these complexes would be increased to keep the overcrowding to an absolute minimum.
“Dia?” Fredrick called from his office.
“Hmmm?” she asked as she sent the contact emails to the six contractors. Their bids had been acceptable, and having six of them working on the project would be easier than simply having one do it.
“I’ve got to head over to Richardson’s Transports. Mr. Jamerson asked that I come over personally and install their new Digital Assistant, and please make sure that everything worked perfectly fine for them before I left,” he said as he came into the room.
He hugged her, kissed her, and she felt him cup her cutie marks as they held each other.
“Okay, don’t take too long. I’m almost done with this, and I’m going to be getting lunch started in about fifteen minutes,” she said as she nuzzled his cheek.
“I shouldn’t be more than half an hour or so,” he replied.
He gave her another kiss, grinned at her, and then headed out. She watched him leave, looked back at the tablet and saw that all of the emails had been sent. She stood up, stretched her back, and looked toward the kitchen. They had a full pantry. It made her happier than she realized that it would. Those times of going without food had been life lessons she never intended to forget.
She opened the pantry to see their old standby of SpaghettiO’s lined up on the first shelf. Her first thought was a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches, a bowl of SpaghettiO's apiece, and that would be a good lunch. A moment later her eyes came across something a bit more daring. She had cheddar cheese, a stoneware pot, and she knew they had a loaf of garlic bread. The idea of fondue, garlic bread, and some tomato soup caught, and held, her attention.
It wouldn’t be that much harder to fix, and it would be nice to share a meal like this with Fredrick. After deciding to go for it she began getting everything ready. She took out the stoneware pot, the plate warmer for it, and she added a very thin layer of non-stick butter flavored spray to the pot itself. Once the pot was starting to warm she took out the wheel of Cheddar they had.
She carefully unwrapped the cheddar, giggling a little as she did, and thought about what the sales mare had said about it.
“Unwrapping cheese is so much fun because it’s like undressing a man. You know what to expect, but there’s that moment of uncertainty that makes it so exciting. That moment when you hope that you’re right, and it’s not until that cheese is unwrapped that you find out that you are.” the sales mare had said when they bought it.
She began cutting the small wheel into cubes, dropping them into the pot, and watching as the cheese began to slowly melt. Grinning, she walked toward the pantry again and found tomato sauce, diced tomatoes, and some jalapenos. Taking them out she found a small soup pot, poured the cans of sauce and diced tomatoes into it, she added in about a quarter of the jar of the jalapenos, and then she grabbed the seasonings. Some garlic, onion powder, and just a hint of cinnamon. She set the pot to heating up, and then, then she found the bread.
A nice long loaf of Prench, or French rather, bread. She took it cut it in half, and then slathered both sides with butter, took the garlic seasoning, and added it to the bread. She grabbed a cookie sheet, placed the two, cut lengthwise, halves on it, and put them into the oven. A mere five minutes and they would be done. She looked at the time, and almost fifteen minutes had passed since she started fixing lunch. Fredrick said he would be thirty, so lunch would, hopefully, still be warm when he got home.
She checked the soup, noticed that it was nearly done, and began simmering it. She then checked the fondue, and did a quick taste test. It was perfect. The cheddar tasted wonderful warm. That was when she heard the frantic knocking. She walked, quickly, toward the door, and expected to see Fredrick. Instead she saw somepony she hadn’t seen in so long. Her dress was one she had wore to Diamond’s cutesinera. It had been altered, obviously, but that wasn’t the only problem. The top had been ripped open, the front of her dress was ripped, and there was something dark and on the inner thighs of the mare standing in front of her.
Before she could get a word out the mare latched onto her, crying, bawling like a baby, and Diamond wrapped her arms around her old friend. Her friend that was upset. Her friend that was lost, and her friend that was waking her foals up. She brought her inside, and she felt the mare’s voice hitch several times.
“Silvy…” Diamond said softly.
“Di… I… I…” she managed to get out before she began crying again. Slowly she calmed her friend down.
She brought her to the kitchen, watched as Silver Spoon ate as if she was starving to death, and then at the point of eating twice what she would have thought possible Silver Spoon fished off the entire lunch she had fixed. Her friend was full, but still flighty. Something had happened to her. Something bad, and it bothered her.
“Silvy, want to talk about it?” she asked.
“I… He… I was lost… and he was there, and he saw me… He… I just wanted to ask a question,” she managed to get out.
The slow realization of what happened began to sink in, and she remembered what she had seen nearly a year ago. Those terrible stallions doing those horrible things to those two mares. It had been horrible, and she didn’t want to think about Silver Spoon facing those things alone. The door opened, Diamond looked up, and saw Fredrick. She noticed his confused expression, and motioned for him to come into the room with them.
“Silvy, you’re safe now. We’re not going to let anything happen to you,” Diamond said as Fredrick took a seat beside her.
Author's Note
(And we have a new character introduced. It's been coming for a while, and I'm sure that everypony that has been reading this realized that eventually Silver Spoon was going to be added to it. That said, I hope that everypony enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it
Thanks again
RJP)
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.
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…
Diamond in the Rough
Three’s Company
A Diamond Tiara in the Vogonverse Story
Silver Spoon wasn’t exactly sure how she felt about this. She was happy to start dating both Dia and Frederick, but this seemed a little wrong. The mare asking to join a herd was supposed to be the one paying for everything. That’s what her second mother had told her. She looked at Frederick, and she could see he was a little uncomfortable as well. From what she understood it was something of a taboo here for there to be more than just two people in a marriage.
That was something she didn’t understand. Sure, in Equestria there was several ponies that were monogamous, but it was still fairly common to see herds. In fact herds made far more sense. If something happened to one or two of the parents there would still be at least another mother, or two, that could continue to raise the foals. She gave them both a small smile, and slowly reached for their hands.
Both of them willingly took her hands, and she felt that in some small way that was at least a good sign. Looking around she studied the place they were at. The small restaurant wasn’t something she’d ever believe Diamond Tiara would go to. It was small, fairly plain, and it looked a little common for the daughter of Filthy Rich to be sitting inside of it. Instead, here she was obviously enjoying the atmosphere, and animatedly looking around at the lavish lacking room.
“Do you think that Father Andrews is having any trouble with Ruby and Shiny?” Diamond asked.
Frederick shook his head, “I wouldn’t think so. Ruby will be pretty good as long as she’s near her brother, and Father Andrews does love the two of them like they were his own children.”
Feeling satisfied with that answer Diamond Tiara looked at her best friend. Silver Spoon was looking a little put out, and she could only guess why. It had taken some convincing to get Frederick into the idea of trying herding. When he did finally agree to try, and learned that Silver Spoon would have to date both of them, he’d suggested their first real date be here. The little bistro was a place he had taken her to before, and she had quickly learned that judging it by how it looked was a mistake.
They served almost everything a pony could want, and their fried asparagus was as close to hayfries as she had found since being here. Their waitress, Cloe, was heading back toward their table with their drink order. She sat down a Coke for Frederick, a Mountain Dew for Silver Spoon, and finally she left a glass of lemonade for Diamond herself. Diamond sipped the sugary drink and smiled as she tasted the tartness of the real lemons that the bistro used. Nathanial’s, she reminded herself.
“So, what will y’all be having today?” Cloe asked.
“I’d like a plate of the fried asparagus, and if the cook doesn’t mind to fix one special, an oat burger,” Diamond said.
“That actually sounds really good,” Silver Spoon replied.
“The kitchen set-up for me, please,” Frederick said.
Cloe nodded, and then looked at the both of the mares, “Would you two like a dessert to go with your orders? Maybe the cherry dumplings, or we do have some of the best peach pie in Oklahoma.”
“Peach pie?” Silver Spoon asked.
“Uh huh, it’s handmade from fresh peaches, and the crust is made right here. We don’t used the frozen or rolled up kind,” she said.
Silver Spoon looked at both of her dates and they nodded, “I’d like a slice of peach pie to go with my order, please.”
Cloe nodded, wrote it down, and soon disappeared to the kitchen. Around them Silver Spoon could hear the chatter of other couples, the sing song voices of young foals talking and teasing one another. It was actually fairly relaxing, and Silver Spoon didn’t realize how much she had missed just hearing other ponies having a normal day. Being with Frederick and Diamond was wonderful, but she had missed being able to go out and listen to the other ponies.
She slid back in her chair and took a drink of the Mountain Dew. The Citrisy taste bit at her tongue as she swished it around for a moment before swallowing. She looked over at Frederick and watched as he nursed his Coke. He drank it slowly, and before he swallowed another drink he stopped and looked at Silver Spoon. She took a moment to look away, unsure of why she was breaking eye contact with him.
He wasn’t a terrible stallion. Instead Frederick was more than kind when dealing with her, Diamond, or his foals. She felt a little heat in her cheeks, and closed her eyes for a moment. She felt a little embarrassed that she had been staring at him. It seemed so silly that she would feel embarrassed about looking at him. It wasn’t as if she was silently taking in how he looked, considering what it would be like to lay with him.
Her eyes widened as she thought of that. She liked him, and through his actions that like had become more cemented. She felt attracted to him, and she was already attracted to Dia. Chancing a look back at him she saw the soft questioning look he was giving her. She swallowed down her nervousness and started to say something when their waitress came back. She watched as their food was placed in front of them, and the Oat Burger smelled fantastic. She took a moment to look at their waitress, and noticed that she was wearing a pair of blue jeans that looked almost threadbare. Her shirt was a tie-die nightmare with Nathanial’s printed across the front in white, but somehow the blond waitress with a ponytail pulled the look off.
“Okay, so two oat burgers, two orders of fried asparagus, and a kitchen set-up. When you’re ready I’ll bring out your dessert,” she said to Silver Spoon before she walked off.
Reaching out she picked up the piping hot oat burger, and she let out a soft moan of delight when she bit into it. It tasted like the same oat burgers from back home, but there was a slight difference. These had a crisper taste to them. The patties had the taste of oats, but it had something more. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but the difference was enough to make her realize how much she was truly enough this.
The oat burger was heavenly and certain put the burgers from the Oat Burger to shame. She picked up a fried piece of asparagus and bit into it. It was crispy, fresh, and tasted like a deep fried hayfry. She ate, trying to keep from making a mess, or get too involved with her food. Still, she felt like she could be looking a little like Princess Twilight when she was at the Hay Burger. She slowed down, looked up at Dia who was smiling a reassuring smile, and then over at Frederick and gave her a nod. Feeling a little better she finished her fried asparagus and waited for Cloe, their waitress, to come back over so she could get her piece of peach pie.
“I thought that you might like this place Silvy,” Diamond said.
“Y..yeah, it reminds a little of home,” she replied.
Diamond knew what she was talking about. The Hay Burger was fairly close to this place. She and Silvy had eaten there a dozen times before, but there was some nice differences between it and Nathanial’s. Nathanial’s didn’t feel like you were ordering fast food, and it didn’t really taste like it either. The food here tasted fresh, and she had to admit that Nathanial’s was a bit more clean than the Hay Burger usually was.
She saw Silvy looking for something, and realized that she must have wanted to catch their waitress. Peach Pie sounded good, but Frederick would be getting cherry dumplings with his order, and she knew that he’d want to share with her. A few moments passed and it seemed as if Cloe had forgotten about them. Diamond Tiara looked for her, waiting, and listening, to see if she was coming, but instead it was just the chatter around them. After a moment Frederick pushed back from the table.
“I’ll go and see what’s keeping her,” he said.
“Wait, she should be back soon,” Diamond said.
Almost as if she heard the conversation Cloe walked around the corner. The blond looked out of sorts, and instantly Diamond Tiara could see the telltale signs that she had been crying. A red hand print was cropping up on her cheek, and she almost didn’t stop at their table. She sniffed hard, and tried to put on a smile for them.
“What’s wrong?” Frederick asked.
“Oh… it’s not important,” she said.
Diamond stood up, grabbed a nearby empty chair, and moved it over to the table. She offered it to Cloe, who at their insisting finally took a seat. The young blond woman was fighting hard to keep from crying, that much was obvious. Diamond touched her shoulder gently.
“Please, what’s wrong?” she asked.
Cloe finally looked at her and the sobs started. It was a single tear followed by another, and soon it was small rivers moving down her face. She leaned forward and laid her head on the table.
“Maxie… the head cook here, we’ve been seeing each other for a while now, and I thought that he was divorced. God help me I swear that I thought that he was divorced, but he wasn’t. I wouldn’t help a man cheat on his wife. I ain’t like that at all, but that’s what I ended up doing. His wife, Shirley, she came in through the back, and she caught us kissing,” she sobbed harder, pulling her head down lower, “she caught us kissing, and then she tore into him. She called him everything under the sun, and I figure he deserved it, but then she slapped me so hard.”
She sniffed and looked up at Diamond Tiara, “She slapped and said it made her so upset that he was throwing their marriage away over a whore like me.”
She leaned back down, crying onto the table, and Silver Spoon looked at her in disbelief. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t heard of tail lifters in Equestria. Her mother's had almost chased a mare off because they thought that she wanted to bed her father and then go on. She didn’t know much about this girl, but she sounded sincere.
Slowly, the three of them got up, and Diamond reached a hand out to Cloe. She got up from her chair, walked with them, and they stopped briefly only to pay for the food before walking out of the bistro.
“Do you have a place to stay?” Diamond asked.
Cloe nodded, “I… I have an apartment in the Lego Blocks, but I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to keep it. Even with that job I was just scraping by. Without it I’m afraid that I’m going to be on the street before too long.”
Diamond looked at Frederick, and then at Silver Spoon. It was a silent question, and one that they all understood. They were being asked if they would object to her being invited into their home. Diamond knew that Frederick would side with her, there was no question there, but she wasn’t so sure about Silvy. Silvy was dating them, and by all rights she most likely was going to be protective of her perspective herd.
It was Silver Spoon who answered first, “Dia, what about Father Andrews?”
Diamond Tiara felt like kicking herself. She was about to ask if Cloe wanted to stay with them for a while, but the Church, Saint Thomas’, was in the need of some help, and Father Andrews most likely would ensure that Cloe had a place to sleep. The good Father was a kind man after all.
“Cloe, have you ever considered working for a church?” Diamond asked.
Cloe shook her head, “No.”
“Well, it just so happens that I know the priest of a local church, and I know that they’re needing to hire someone to oversee the relief efforts. It doesn’t pay very much, but it certainly is more than enough for the apartment. If you want, I can get you his contact information. Actually, I’ll be more than willing to make the introductions,” Diamond said.
The group made their way to the lego blocks and Cloe headed toward her apartment. Once she was out of sight they walked into their apartment. There was Father Andrews, sitting in a recliner, holding two foals. Diamond made her way to him, carefully picking up both of her foals, and ensuring that they were still asleep.
“Did they give you much trouble?” Diamond asked.
“No, they were sweet little lambs. Children are truly the greatest gift that God gives his children. My child, I fear that I must head back. I’ve been away from the church for a while now, and surely they are in need of my services,” he said.
“Thank you again. Oh, Father Andrews, I may have found you a replacement for the relief position. She’s a very sweet girl,” Diamond said.
“Well, I’d love to meet with her. Please, send her to the Church tomorrow, if she’s able to make it, and I’ll have a little interview with her,” he replied.
She watched him leave, and then she went to lay the foals down. Even with the evening having the slight bump things went well. Silvy was obviously attracted to Frederick, and in return Frederick seemed to be interested in her. She didn’t feel jealous, which is what she thought she would have felt, but instead she felt happy. She wasn’t going to invite Silvy into their bed, not yet, but it would be soon.
Author's Note
Yay! Another chapter update! Sorry for it being a little while since the last one. So, things are progressing, and that's good. Silver Spoon had her first official date with Diamond and Frederick, so here's hoping for few more.
Diamond in the Rough
An Awkward Night
A Diamond Tiara in the Vogonverse Story
Silver Spoon looked at the room before her. She wasn’t sure if this was really the right time or not. Dia and Freddy had taken her on a few more dates, and it seemed that the both of them had truly grown closer to her. That wasn’t the only part of it either. She was developing more than a crush on Frederick. He was… He was more than sweet, far more than patient, and he showed a kind of devotion to Diamond Tiara, their foals, and even to her than she had really ever expected.
She touched her belly, the bump there wasn’t something he had made her feel terrible about. Dia… her Diamond Tiara was just as supportive toward her. She looked at the door once more, and she felt that the decision was just out of her grasp. If she walked through she would be committing to the relationship on an entirely new level. She’d been so interested in Dia, she really had, and she had shown her all of the signs that they could be together back home, but now she had become so attracted to him. She wanted to feel him hold her at night, his hand on her cutie mark, his other hand cupping her breast, and his mouth telling her how much he loved her.
Her hand reached out, barely touching the cool handle to the door. She gently turned it, hearing the click of the mechanism inside of it working and allowing the door to be opened. Timidly she peered into the room. She saw two forms on the bed, both lying somewhat still, or she assumed they were. She pushed the door open, moved toward the bed, and caught the sight of one of the forms moving slightly.
“Mmmmm…” Diamond Tiara softly moaned.
Silver Spoon’s eyes widened as she looked at the situation. Dia was currently getting a good rutting from her husband, and she felt more out of place than she had a few seconds ago. She began to back up, to leave, when she bumped into a small book shelf. Something moved off center and fell off of the top of it. She tried to react quickly, but instead of catching it the tablet fell to the ground. It came on, the moment it hit the carpeted floor, and it flooded the room with what could be considered romantic music.
Both forms on the bed stopped and became very still. Slowly one of them sat up, and Silver Spoon stood there not sure what to do, say, or anything. Instead her mind completely locked up, she felt as if she was more than intruding upon something private, and that’s when she finally saw her friend’s face.
“Silvy, what are you doing in here?” Diamond Tiara asked.
“I… I just wanted,” she began not sure where to take this, “I wanted to come in here…”
It began to dawn on Diamond Tiara what was going on. Silver Spoon was feeling things out to see if they were ready. She looked at Freddy and smiled at her husband. The game they had been playing was quite nice. Being quiet, moving slow, trying to make sure that their foals would remain asleep, and of course bringing each other well over the edge of pleasure. They were quiet because they needed to be. After all their foals needed their sleep, but right now, looking at Silver Spoon, something began to bubble in Diamond Tiara’s mind.
“Silvy, it’s okay,” Diamond said.
Frederick finally chanced a look at the mare at the end of the bed. She looked a little lonely, and of course she seemed to look them both over. He felt Diamond move away from him, slightly, and at that moment he felt the warmth and promise of Diamond’s soft body move completely away. He would have lost composure, been upset, but that wouldn’t have done a bit of good. No, They wanted to make this work. He still wasn’t sure about the herding thing. The way Diamond, and Silver, explained it made sense, but it seemed, wrong.
There was just a part of him that told him that this was the kind of thing that just wasn’t accepted. Still, he was willing to see if they could make it work, but if it started to strain his and Diamond’s relationship he would stop it. Silver Spoon might be a sweet girl, and becoming a good friend, but Diamond Tiara was his wife, and they had experienced so much together already. There was two small bundles over in a crib that was a testament to how much they had experienced.
“Frederick, I want you to come with us for a moment,” Diamond said.
He nodded, got up, grabbed a pair of sweatpants, and painfully tried to hide his erection which still had some of Dia’s moisture on it. The three of them walked out of the room, Frederick absolutely aware of his wife’s sensual and naked from carving it's way to the kitchen. They left the door open of the bedroom so they could hear the foals. Frederick pulled out a couple of chairs at the table for the mares and himself, then they all three took a seat.
“Silver Spoon, you come from a herd family, so why don’t you tell us how your parents had everything set up?” Diamond asked.
“Well, my herd mothers and my father would all sleep together. Ummm… Usually they didn’t have a set schedule, for things, and it just happened. They tried their best to make sure that nopony got upset and that everypony had as much time as the others,” she replied, “I… I know that there was sometimes still arguments that my father was spending too much time with one of the wives, but those arguments didn’t last that long.”
Diamond considered what she said for a moment before looking at Frederick. In truth she knew that this was still something he was getting used to. Sure, she had come from a monogamous family, so she wasn’t exactly a pillar of experience in herd relationships, but Frederick came from a culture that viewed polygamous relationships as twisted and deviant. The fact that he was willing to entertain it spoke volumes of his love for her. It wasn’t the same back home. Sure, there was a movement to get rid of herds, but for the most part it had been the Canterlot Nobility that was determined to get rid of the herds.
Her father had once told her that there was nothing wrong with herding, but at times there were ponies that just felt more comfortable with just one partner. That was all they needed. She thought of her mother, of Spoiled Rich, and wondered if another mare could have even really put with her. She’d once heard Ms. Cheerilee say that if she had been in a herd with her mother that she would had laid down the law a long time ago.
In many ways she was so thankful she wasn’t the Pony her mother wanted her to be. She was happy, married, with foals of her own, and entering into a relationship with her best friend. She was so far away from the goals her mother wanted for her that she was certain if her mother hadn’t passed away because she refused to let a backwards, rube, uneducated, small town, and ugly doctor touch her. It had hurt her daddy to see her mother pass away from a simple case of the Pony Pox.
She shook her head getting her mind off of her mother. She needed to be here, now, and helping to make the decision that would without a doubt change their lives, “Okay, if everypony, and I mean everypony, is ready we’ll give this a try. I’m not sure if I like the idea of not scheduling everything, but I’m willing to try it. However, I do like the idea of the three of us sleeping, just sleeping, in the same bed together, so let’s start there.”
Together the three of them walked toward the bedroom, toward the bed, which now seemed as if it might be a tad small for three adults. Frederick started to crawl to one side, but soon found that Diamond was softly coaxing him to the middle of the bed. Understanding what she wanted he went to the middle, and soon found two bodies on either side. He felt Diamond’s hand on the hem of his sweatpants and soon they were down and off.
Diamond’s hand found his stomach, reached down, and he felt her grasping his erection.
“I thought you said just sleep,” he said.
“Mmmm, I did, but I hate to waste this,” she purred as she gently stroked him, “And besides, I don’t want you to think that I don’t want you.”
He felt her hand working, gently, touching him in ways that just couldn’t be explained. His left hand found her slick opening, a finger found its way into her, and she let out a soft moan. He felt his right hand being moved. Like his left it felt a slick opening, one that the hand guiding his own had him touch. Understanding what was wanted he pressed a finger into it, feeling the velvety texture inside. She was slick, just as slick as Diamond Tiara, but she felt different. Her muscles contracted harder, milking his finger for all it was worth. He felt her hips bucking slightly, and the movement caused Diamond to stop what she was doing. He continued, making his wife squirm, but she looked over to see Silver Spoon, curled beside Frederick, rocking her hips back and forth, and she realized what was happening. Her best fillyhood friend was currently getting finger bucked by her husband.
Despite what she had said earlier she couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. Slowly, quietly, she moved until she was positioned just right, and her mouth found his shaft. She took it into her maw, feeling the texture of it, the slight taste of her that lingered on it, and she began to bob her head back and forth. She could feel his tongue moving inside of her, feel Silver Spoon against her leg, how it was being pressed up against her breasts. and she began to moan against his ever hardening erection.
With her mouth wrapped around Fredericks shaft, her lover’s tongue buried in her snatch, and Silver Spoon panting like a bitch in heat to her stallion’s ministrations, Diamond doubled down on the fellatio, working her tongue along the veined surface of Freddy’s turgid length. As she reaches the top, she would suck in air through her mouth around his head, caused the stallion to gasp, then she would drop down again, her tongue dancing on skin. This motion continued for several minutes as her own orgasm built, and his following alongside, and Silvy moaned in passionate ecstasy.
In short order, Diamond’s climax erupted within her, causing her to suck heartily on Frederick’s member, which in turn began to throb as he moaned (which sent Diamond even further over the edge) just as his thick seed splashed forcefully into the back of her throat. Between the lover’s simultaneous climaxes, Silver Spoon reached her own, gasping repeatedly as her own pleasure crashed over, again and again and again. Diamond slowly moved, trying to be quiet still, but she realized that the three of them had more than made enough noise to wake the foals. The foals were too young to be in a room by themselves, she just felt that they were far too young for that, but at the same time it didn’t feel right to be so active with them a mere few feet away.
Her fears were realized when she heard the waking cries of Ruby.
“I got her,” Frederick said.
He got up, and Diamond took that moment to look at her fillyhood friend. There was a dark blush on Silver Spoon’s face. Her friend was embarrassed, and she could only guess why. She had just been taken care of by Frederick while her best friend had went down on him and him go down on her. She knew, without a doubt, at some point she was going to have to let Frederick actually see to all of Silvy’s needs. She wanted to be a good mare about this, a decent mare, and she didn’t want to let that small feeling of jealousy ruin this.
Author's Note
AN: Wow, so a chapter update, and the first experience of Silver Spoon, Diamond Tiara, and Frederick as a Herd. Here’s hoping that it will work out for them.
Diamond in the Rough
Healing
A Diamond Tiara in theVogonverse Story
Ruby was crying again, and Diamond was feeling so guilty that Frederick was the one who was having to get her back to sleep. She looked at their bed, now a bed for three ponies. Silver Spoon still hadn’t gotten beyond the finger stage with Frederick, and Diamond found herself oddly just fine with that. There was a part of her older self, before the Crusaders helped her, that wanted to keep some things just hers. She wanted to try to help Silver, to try a herd marriage, but at the same time she wasn’t sure she it was going to be as easy as she had hoped.
When she thought about Frederick being with Silvy, taking care of her, being intimate with her, and truly showing her what being loved by a good stallion was like, it almost hurt. Frederick was the first stallion she had ever been with, and sure, she had battled her estrus with Silvy, but that had been friends helping each other out. Plus, a cooler was no replacement for a real and true phallus, and Frederick’s was perfect.
She looked over at her husband, holding their daughter, talking to her, getting her to quiet down, and then she looked again at Silver Spoon. The silver mare was sleeping fitfully, lightly moaning and tossing about in the bed. Her belly had further distended; if anypony had not known what happened to her, the might say she had eaten too much. And while Dia had much sympathy for her friend, some part of her resented Silvy for co-opting her stallion. It was a piteous side to her, that stark, instinctual aspect of her species that saw all over members of the same sex as competition. And if the competition could not be corralled or turned back, it would be beaten back and killed, if need be.
Diamond stopped that train of thought right there. Silver Spoon was her foalhood friend. A foalhood friend she had when nopony else could deal with her. And at the moment, her friend was still in a great deal of trouble. A recent visit to the gynecologist (Wow, what a handle for a mare doctor!) had told Silvy her foal was coming right along. There were some- abnormalities even she, Dr. Sylvia, hadn’t thought to think about, such as claws, and fangs and hooves and- other things. Silvy’s first foal would be a real freak-
No . Diamond through, Silver’s first foal will not be a- not that. She’ll be a healthy, happy foal, full of light and life and she will love her and I will love her and Frederick will treat her as his own… Oh, Faust, Frederick! His face when he was told- He didn’t back down, though. He resolved himself to be a father to Silvy’s foal, just as he was a father to our foals. Faust, how did I ever get so damn lucky?
Still, unbidden to her now reformed mind, she found herself jealous, really jealous, for the first time in ages. She wondered if Applebloom would chide her for her rather petty attitude. Then a fresh wave a homesickness struck her; she didn’t even know if Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, or Scootaloo were even here. So much about her former friends and classmates from Ponyville was unknown to her. That sobering thought brush aside the jealousy that threatened her friendship and marriage. She resolved herself to find her friends, even if she had scour the Earth to locate them. After such a searing soul search, Diamond remembered her husband and daughter were in the room…
“How’s Ruby?” She asked.
Fred was rocking the filly to and fro, murmuring gently to his daughter in a profoundly sweet way, “She’s fine, just a little nightmare, I think.”
She watched as Ruby yawned, her little muzzle scrunched up less and less, until finally she was once again asleep. Frederick gently laid her down, and walked toward them. She moved, giving him room, and soon he was between herself and Silvy. She felt his side, the warmth flowing off of him, and she snuggled against him. His arm reached around her, and she felt secure being held by him. There was still a few hours before they had to get up. Frederick would have to go into his office, have GLaDOS open up the contracts he had, and get to work for the companies and individuals that had hired him. She’d have to be up and working with F.E.M.A., and she knew that before long she was going to have to go to a regional meeting.
While F.E.M.A. was a national program, the regional directors made the decisions on how to best utilize the allotments given to them for the region itself. Of course that meant splitting it between three states, figuring out which states were in a true crisis, and working to end it. Unfortunately, due to the economic crash, and housing shortage, basically every state was in a state of crisis. Oklahoma was in a horrible pit, but no worse than Alabama, Georgia, or parts of Texas. The state was lucky enough to be allotted the money to build new housing for low income families. The idea was to take away the need for the stacks.
Her mind began letting go of those thoughts, she found herself starting to drift off, and then she felt the bed move. It was subtle, a very slight movement, and her eyes opened to see Silver Spoon stretching a leg over Frederick’s. It was innocent enough, she supposed, and then she watched as Silvy moved her hand. She wasn’t going to let herself stay jealous. Silvy was her oldest fillyhood friend, a friend that needed to heal.
She looked at Silvy and could see that her eyes were closed, she looked peaceful, and from all signs it looked like she was sleeping peacefully. Slowly her eyes opened, and Diamond could see Silvy looking not at her, but at Frederick. There was a look in her eyes that she knew far too well. It was a look she often had, one of lust, of need, and of love.
It looked like she was getting ready to crawl on him, but she stopped, her eyes closed, and Diamond could hear the soft sobs, “Silvy, what’s wrong?”
“I… I want to, I want to more than I’ve ever wanted to, but I’m scared.”
She touched her friend’s hand, feeling Silvy grasp her own, “I’m so scared it’s going to hurt, that he’s going to hurt me, and… I… I don’t want to hurt.”
“I wouldn’t do that.”
Both of them looked at Frederick was lying between them, “Silver Spoon, I wouldn’t hurt you. I promise you that I will never hurt you, but I’m not going to force you into doing something either. It’s obvious that you’re needing release,” he said as he slowly got up, and motioned for them to do the same. The three of them walked out of the room, leaving the two sleeping foals alone, “but you’ve got to be the one to decide when you’re ready to take the next step.”
She could see Silvy fidgeting, one of her more endearing eccentricities. She knew she was nervous, and given how she was biting at her braid, another endearing trait, and the blush forming on her muzzle, She knew she was considering things. In all the time she'd known her, Silver Spoon has never taken the lead on anything. She follows. It’s written in her persona to make decisions without direction, but Frederick offering her the expedience of a choice like this was something she didn’t think Silvy has ever had before. She once joked, when we were fillies, she often gets acted upon or acted over.
There was that one time, however, when she could no longer put up with her attitude and she did take a stand for something. She always admired her for that, even if she never put in words before. Her willingness to stand against her, even for something as trivial and silly as a class president position? She was a much stronger mare than she have ever been, even if she can’t see it for herself. She's still not completely sold on the idea of her bucking my stallion… but she’s herfriend, she needs her now more than ever, and Freddy is willing to try this for them.
“Silvy,” she said, “you know Frederick won’t harm you. You’ve seen it when he and I are- amorous. I have higher personal standards and a lower threshold for pain. You remember, right?”
Silver nods, “You screamed yourself hoarse when you caught that sliver in your frog. And Sweetie Belle removed with her magic…”
“And I cried for two days straight. But you-”
“I yanked it out with my teeth,” Spoony finishes, “didn’t hurt at all. But what if-?”
“We’ll go slow,” Freddy assures, “any time you want to stop, just say so. I promise you, we won’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
She nodded, some of the fear seemed to have disappeared from her face, and she reached out for both Diamond’s and Frederick’s hands. Diamond could tell her friend was still far away from nervous, still far away from being okay, but there was a certain determination on Silvy’s face that she had seen once before. When she stood up to her, when she was so proud of her friend. Together the three of them walked into the guest room, away from the foals, and closed the door. It was time to bring Silver Spoon fully into their herd, and it was time to start healing.
Silver Spoon was dressed in a pair of panties and an old t-shirt. The apartment wasn’t that warm (in fact, it always seemed a little cool for her) but Spoony’s face was flushed with heat. Even pregnant and carrying extra weight from both the foal and her current eating habits, Silvy looked so cute. The panties were a pair bought from the vending machine store most of Freddy’s and her clothes came from. Frilly, delicate little things, something only Spoony would ever really appreciate. She seemed to swallow hard before her hands found the waistband of her panties and lowered them.
She could smell it, her arousal, stronger than ever. Silvy hadn’t been lying. She was needing it, badly; and she wasn’t sure if sheI was truly going to be okay with this, but this is what she signed up for when she suggested they herd together. What was most interesting was Freddy’s reaction to Spoony getting nude. she’d seen Freddy get aroused before. It;s not a new phenomenon that his breathing gets shallow, his pupils dilate, and his member gets hard. (He does that when she would walk out of the shower. Air drying is so much better than towel drying.)
Still, seeing him react like that is rather disconcerting. She wanted to attribute it to Silvy’s arousal; humans can’t smell the pheromones all Equestrians put out when we’re in the mood, but they are definitely affected by them. The speed at which Freddy reacts is- The green eyed monster in her was making a roaring comeback. A part of her wondered why he is so fast to get hard. Another part of her wondered what about Silvy made her Frederick so damn quick to get like he does around her when we’re alone. Then reason takes over and she recognized three facts: 1.) Silver Spoon is in state of high arousal, 2.) Freddy acted like that around her when she was pregnant, too, and 3.) sharing her stallion is the polite thing to do. They may not be in Ponyville, or in Equestria for that matter, but they’re in a herd and damn it all if she can’t get let this happen.
Freddy is out of his bedclothes and walking to Spoony with purpose. She can see his stallionhood standing proud. In a matter of moments, Spoony and Freddy are on the guest bed, Silver spooned by Freddy; his hands are rubbing her swollen abdomen gingerly. He did that when Ruby and her brother were waiting to be born. Silvy moans into the contact; she’s so aroused that even the slightest touch can send to ecstasy. Diamond decided to take a ringside seat and see how things go down…
When she saw Silver Spoon make a small nod, her best hopes and worst fears start to happen all at once. Freddy pulls her tail up, lines himself up to her sopping entrance (she kept forgetting the Spoony was a gusher) and then he slid himself in, very slowly, with just the head of his erection. The contact makes Silvy gush out even more and she moans lewdly.
“So far, so good?” Freddy panted.
Silvy nodded, “Just- right.”
Freddy smiled, then he slipped back out of Silver Spoon. Once more, his pride dipped into Silvy’s marehood, making the burdened mare heave in excitement. He then inched his way deeper, taking her cues (hissing when too much, sighing when just enough) to further penetrate. When he is hilted, he releases a small sigh which is overpowered by Silver’s pleasurable gasp.
“You okay?” Freddy asked.
“Mmhmm,” Spoony moaned, “so good…”
Freddy inquired further, “Do you want to go on?”
Silver responded by grabbing at Freddy’s backside and groaning, “Yes!”
Freddy’s pace started slow, to make sure Silver got accustomed to his girth. After a few minutes of this, Spoony squeezed his buttocks, hard, and hissed, “Faster!” In turn, Freddy began to thrust into Spoony with gusto. The movement of their love making made the old camp bed squeak terribly, but with three walls separating the master bedroom from the guestroom, there was no chance the foals would awaken from the noise.
The angle in which Diamond Tiara watched this was fascinating. She could see her stallion penetrating her best friend and watch as the mare in question oozed her juices onto the sheets. Even in the limited light, Diamond could see her friend’s puffy lower lips and how they contracted around her stallion’s mast, gripping wringing on it like a lifeline. She could see Spoony panting, her face flushed with exertion and arousal, see the sweat formed on Freddy’s back as he worked the silver mare into a frenzy.
In little time, Silver seized up, a clear indication of her impending orgasm. She gasped once, twice, thrice, then uttered a low groan while eyes closed as she rode the euphoria down. Freddy wasn’t far behind her and as she witnessed, Diamond saw the exact moment Freddy spilled his seed into her best friend. The sight of her stallion’s scrotum contracting as he shot glob after glob of his precious fluid into the pregnant mare tore at her heart but also set fire to her lions. If her heat wasn’t several weeks away, she would rip Silver Spoon of her husband and mount him as he still spurted, catching all that wonderful semen for herself.
The two of them seemed to lay there, in post couitis bliss, and Diamond walked over to her husband. She laid down beside them, closing them in close on the smaller bed, and she rubbed against his leg. Frederick looked at her and realized that he in for a long night.
Author's Note
AN: It's been a while, but the story isn't dead, and neither am I. I've just been incredibly busy moving into my new home, at work, and with life in general. That said, I'm seriously trying to get caught up on the stories I'm writing, the ones I'm helping on, and my original fiction.
I want to take a moment and thank L0rd0f7hund3r for his help today. He added quite a bit to the chapter, and did the entire sex scene between Frederick and Silver Spoon. If you have a chance, please, go read his stories, favorite them, and if you don't mind give him a follow.
Well, that's it for right now, peace, love, and tolerance.
RJP)
Diamond in the Rough
New Life
A Diamond Tiara in theVogonverse Story
“FINE!” Silver Spoon shouted as she slammed the door of the guest room.
Diamond stared down the hall, sighed, and went to pick up Ruby who was now fully awake. Well fully awake and crying. It was stupid, they were fighting almost every single day now, and it was over the silliest things. She knew that part of it was the hormones, Celestia knew she understood about that, but it wasn’t just the hormones. It was other things. Silver thought that maybe she deserved more time with Frederick, more time to cuddle, to be a bride, to be told that she was loved, and that everything would be fine.
Diamond had nearly reached her wits end with sharing her husband. Everytime she had a chance to be with him, to feel him against her fur, to be held like she was the only pony in the world, was wrenched away from her by her best friend. Silver wasn’t being needy, Silver was being down right greedy! She calmed herself down. Gently she held Ruby who was looking up at her with those pale blue eyes of hers.
Diamond understood that she was a poor substitute for her Frederick to Ruby. There was another pony that wanted time with her husband. She couldn’t be mad, not at her own little filly, but Ruby wasn’t bonding with her like she had hoped she would. Oh, she seemed to like her, and she was certainly ready to feed when she was hungry, but if her Daddy walked in the room she instantly wanted to go to him. It wasn’t fair. It was like her entire world was willing to step in and take her husband from her.
Slowly Ruby quieted down, and then she smiled. Diamond looked at the cute little smile. Her daughter stared up at her, studying her, and slowly her mouth opened. She halfway expected that her daughter was ready for her to open her shirt, stick out her breast, and let her suckle. Instead there was a little sweet sound, and then it happened.
“M...Mama.”
The voice was so sweet, so precious, and she nearly cried as she heard it, “Say it again please, say Mama again,” she begged.
“MmmMama,” Ruby said.
Her daughter was talking, actually forming a word, she heard her first word! She had to tell somepony, Silver Spoon… She stopped there. Silver wasn’t in the mood to talk to her. She was still in her room, upset that she called her out on being a greedy little tail lifter. By Luna’s night why did she even call her that. She knew that Silver wasn’t somepony that went around lifting her tail for any stallion.
Her best friend was loyal to her husband, well their husband. She sighed, this needed to be fixed. Their entire relationship needed to be fixed, and there was only a couple of ways that it could be. She was going to have to be the bigger mare here and talk to Silver Spoon. She’d need to apologize, and then after they’d have to lay down some ground rules. Just shagging whenever was one of the problems. She loved Frederick, and it was obvious that Silver Spoon loved him too. It was easy to see why. Frederick was a good stallion.
He was kind, generous, supportive, and driven. To be honest, he was quite a bit like her own father. She could remember one of the servants they had in their employ was trying to get her psychology degree, and she had said that all fillies eventually tried to marry their father. There was very few exceptions to that rule. At first she had been disgusted. Who wanted to marry their Daddy? But slowly, it began to make sense.
That mare hadn’t been talking about fillies directly marrying their fathers, but instead she meant that they would seek out stallions that acted like them. Frederick acted like Filthy. He really did where it mattered. He was kind, sweet, good natured, and good with money. He knew how to put it back, to ensure that they got what they needed, and put more back for the business he was growing. Her mother, Spoiled, had tried very hard to spend everything her father made. Daddy loved her though. He loved her mother so much that he was desperate when she got sick.
He didn’t leave her side, he didn’t care when she confessed about her affairs, he wanted his special somepony to make it. It was the first time she’d ever seen her father cry, and it was the first time she had seen her mother look at him in a loving way. Still, her mother’s own foolish pride wouldn’t let her be treated at Ponyville general hospital. No, she was far too good for that, and far too good to take some backwoods potion made up by Zecora.
“You expect me to drink this?! I’ll either be seen in a Canterlot hospital or not at all Filthy!” her mother had declared.
Even with all of his wealth her daddy couldn’t get her into a hospital in Canterlot. There was only two there, and one of them was just for nobles. The other, well, it was a teaching hospital, and her mother refused to be seen by a student pretending to be a doctor. In the end she finally consented to being seen by Doctor Stable at Ponyville general. Wow, was he mean. He called her mom out on everything. Saying she was a pampered spoiled little brat that needed a good paddling.
He worked hard, really hard, to try and save her, and it looked like her mom was getting better, right up until that last night they were in the hospital. She wasn’t supposed to have heard, she knew it, but she still overheard Dr. Stable talking with her mom and dad.
“I’m not going to lie to either of you. If you would have gotten that flank of yours in gear and gotten here, or if you would have grown a pair of balls and dragged her in, then your chances of this surgery working would be far better. As it sits… You’ve got about a fifteen percent chance that it will work and you can live a normal life. The cancer is contained, thanks to the magic and the potions we’ve made you drink, but it has spread before we were able to contain it. Just cutting you open is a risk, and there’s a very big chance you will die on that table.”
She stayed with her Daddy, waiting, praying, hoping, and wishing for a happy ending. What ended up happening was Dr. Stable came out, walked up to her Daddy, and hugged him. This was the meanest sounding Doctor she’d ever met, and he hugged her Daddy, “Sorry, she didn’t make it. When we opened her up there was complications with her lungs, and shortly after… We couldn’t keep her breathing.”
She decided on that day to take what her mother did to heart. Her mother had been stupid, she had been foolish to refuse help, and she was determined to ensure that it never, ever happened to her. Although right now, right now she was going to do the one thing her mother did show her, did teach her, that was right. She was going to settle this, and she was going to make sure that Silver Spoon understood that while they were sister wives, certain rules had to be followed. She’d be fair, but they needed to do this so that it could work. She wanted it to work.
She smiled down at Ruby, unsure if she should bring her daughter along or not. She certainly didn’t want her daughter to be in the middle of an argument. That wasn’t how she wanted to raise Ruby, but at the same time she knew that providing an example of what a strong mare should, and could do, would be a valuable lesson. She’d be able to witness it first hoof, see how she could….
“No, no Diamond Tiara, no,” she breathed out, “That’s mom talking, that her bringing me along to see her bawl out the help so that she could show me how to act. I’m not her, and I don’t want to expose Ruby to that.”
She took her daughter back toward the bedroom, but Ruby didn’t want to be laid down. This talk had to happen. She needed to express some things to Silver, and just incase it got loud she didn’t want Ruby to be in the middle of it. She looked toward the small room that made up Frederick’s office, knocked, and walked in. Frederick was behind the desk, working with his gloves and goggles, and she could see him deep in his work. She cleared her throat, and he didn’t seem to hear her. She turned toward a monitor, and it slowly came to life. When it did GLaDOS was there.
“Would you let Frederick know that I need to talk to him?”
“Of course,” GLaDOS responded.
Less than two seconds later Frederick slipped his gloves and goggles off.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
Before she could respond Ruby was stretching out toward him. “Mamamama!”
He looked at his daughter, slowly getting up, and smiling at her, “Daddy? Can you say Daddy?”
“Mamamama!” she squealed happily.
He grinned as he took her. She wrapped her chubby little arms around his neck and nuzzled against his face.
“She’s talking, that’s wonderful, and I missed her first word,” he said.
“Actually, all test subjects and administrators are recorded at all times. The tiny administrator's first word was recorded, and can be viewed whenever you wish,” GLaDOS replied.
“Good, I’ll watch afterwhile. Dia, was that it or was there something else?”
“I need you to watch her for a bit. I’ve got to talk to Silver Spoon, and then we’ve got to set some rules up for our marriage. I want this to work, but we can’t just go rutting like we’re all in heat. We need things on a schedule so that it’s fair,” she said.
He nodded, watched as she left, and then held his daughter. He smiled as she cooed at him, and took a seat back behind the desk. Outside walking down the hall Diamond began to think about how she was going to do this. Silver Spoon had suffered, more than she’d really ever know, but if this was going to work then there had to be a leader, there had to be an alpha, and it had to be settled. She didn’t knock, she opened Silver Spoon’s door and saw her friend curled up on the bed.
There was dark trails carved into her fur from the tears she’d be shedding. Oh Diamond certainly didn’t miss the hormones and the way played with your emotions.
“What do you want?” Silver asked.
“Silvy, I’m sorry, I am, and I want this to work,” she said.
“Why? I’m a tail lifter remember? I’ll just go in there, lift my tail, and tell Frederick to rut me right in the tail hole, to do it long and hard, and just use me like… like a doll!”
It hurt, having those words thrown back at her, and she knew it hurt Silver Spoon for her to have said them.
“I didn’t mean that. I know you’re not a tail lifter. I know how bad the horniness can get when you’re pregnant, but I also know that we can’t go on just doing whatever whenever. We need a schedule, time set aside for Frederick to be a husband to both of us, and I want to make sure that it happens. I want you as a sister wife, I want you here, but I want you to understand that this is going to change so that we can all three be together,” Diamond said.
Silver Spoon didn’t face her, not at first, but slowly she turned toward her, “I don’t want to leave. I… Dia, I love you, and I love him. Faust above I love him. I love the way he makes me feel, and I love it when he takes his time to make me happy. I.. I honestly never thought that I’d feel that way about a colt,” she looked down at the bed, “I remember there being a lot of fights between a couple of the mares in my father’s herd. I… I think they would have been happier if they would have scheduled things.”
Diamond neared her, and touched the roundness of the side of her belly. “Okay, so, we do this together. We move forward together, and we build a schedule. I’ll sit down and work it out…” Diamond began when Silver made a face, and then she groaned and pulled her knees up to her very pregnant belly.
“Oh! It hurts… It feels like really bad cramps!”
“How long apart?” Diamond asked.
“Ummm.. Less than a minute… It was every few minutes, but it’s getting worse!”
“GLaDOS!” Diamond shouted.
“Yes?” GLaDOS asked.
“Tell Frederick that Silver Spoon is having the baby! Call a cab, right now, use the Yellow Cab people. Inform them that we need a cab here in the next few minutes, and we need to go directly to the hospital,” she said.
A few seconds later GLaDOS informed her that she had done what was requested. She helped Silver Spoon up, getting her moving, and they headed out. Frederick had the Foals, and she hoped that this Yellow Cab had the built in car seats. They could see it waiting, the cab looked older, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Silvy was about to be a mom.
Author's Note
(AN: It's been a while! There's a lot that's happening in this chapter, and that's not going to stop. Diamond and Silver Spoon still have some issues they need to hammer out, but at least things are heading in the right direction.)
The Waiting is the Hardest Part
Diamond In the Rough
The Waiting is the Hardest Part
Frederick paced in the waiting room of the hospital. Saint Vincent’s had been a restoration project by the Catholic Church in an attempt to provide low cost medical care to those in need. Even though he, Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon (thanks to the both of them) had medical insurance they still would be hard pressed to go to a Glossman operated hospital. Instead they were here, and he was told that because of the potential for surgery he would have to wait out in the waiting room.
“Frederick, it’s going to be okay,” Diamond said as she held Shiny.
Ruby had finally fell asleep, next to her mother, on the old couch that sat in the waiting room. The waiting room itself had chairs and couches that didn’t have any connection ports or USB ports, or even an audio jack for headsets. They were simply designed for setting, a tale tale sign that they were older, but at least well cared for. Frederick thought about that, trying to calm down, and finally he took a seat across from Diamond Tiara.
“Surgery, you didn’t have to have surgery,” he replied.
She nodded, gently rocking Shiny, “I know. I’m worried too, but we’re in a hospital, they are trained for this, and they should be letting us know what’s happening.”
The truth was she was maybe even more worried than he was. Memories of her mother in the hospital came to mind, but she pushed them back. Silver Spoon wasn’t her mother. She didn’t refuse to be seen until it was beyond the point of hope. No, she had let them know right away, and both her and Frederick had done everything possible to get her to the hospital. Still, Diamond knew that one didn’t just simply get past feeling anxiety toward a place without facing the cause of that anxiety.
She held her son, happy that he was being a good colt, glad that he seemed to have his father’s temperament, and more than happy that she wasn’t having to plicate Ruby right now. The last thing she needed, or wanted, was to have to settle her daughter down. Still, as she sat there she felt her nerves trying to get the better of her. Shiny, her wonderful little colt, seemed to snuggle closer to her, his breathing slow and deep, his eyes closed, and finally, he was asleep. She laid him down beside his sister only to watch as Ruby hugged him.
The two didn’t have to be awake for one to reach out for the other. They seemed to know when one was close. She looked at Frederick who seemed to be lost in his own world. She understood all too well. She leaned over, touching his hand, getting his attention. She expected him to grab her hand, to hold it close, but instead he moved toward her. She felt a hand snake its way under her shirt. She didn’t say anything, not wanting to get the attention of the hospital staff, and she didn’t want Frederick to think that she didn’t want him to touch her. She longed for his touch, she longed to be taken, hard, by her stallion, but this simply wasn’t the place for it. She looked at him, and her words failed her. He was lost. She could see how lost he was, how in need of comfort he was. Gently, she moved his hand, seeing his eyes moving toward her own, and she kissed him.
“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered.
He hugged her, latching onto her, and she understood completely. He loved her. His love for her had never changed, he didn’t have less for her than when they first admitted what they felt, but Silvy was in his heart too now. She was a part of him, and she realized that was exactly the way it needed to be. Silvy needed to be in his heart, she needed to be a part of him, and the reason was because she was a part of her.
Their talk, before this happened, had brought them closer, or at least she hoped that it did. She silently hoped that everything between them had been worked out. She needed it to be worked out. A sound caught her attention, her ears moving toward its direction even before her head did. She looked to see the doctor that had went back with Silvy. The doctor looked relaxed, and slowly she moved toward them.
“Madam and Sir, she’s doing well, the baby, or foal, is also in good health,” she looked at the two of them, “She’s going to be groggy when you see her. That’s normal. She, and the baby, should be ready to leave and head home by tomorrow. Now, before I go, I’m sure that you have some questions.”
“Is… Is this going to cause any problems? We knew that her baby was different,” Frederick said.
“No, she is going to be fine. She should be completely back to herself in a day or so, and she should be ready for anything else, including intercourse, within a few weeks.”
“I… I really wasn’t meaning that,” Frederick stammered.
“It’s quite alright, and besides I told you for her sake as much as for yours. She, and your other fine young bride, are not the first Equestrians we’ve served in this hospital. We’ve had another one in here a while back. She gave birth to a set of twins. At any rate she was wanting to know quite a bit of information, and I figured that the best thing to do is to give you the information now, and that way you could give it to her without having us tied up for an hour.”
With that the doctor stretched, smiled and looked at us, “The nurse will take you to the recovery room. Just know that right now she’s going to be out of it.”
The two of them headed toward the nurses’ station, got the attention of a nurse, and headed back to see the other part of their herd. The door opened and they saw Silver Spoon on her side, the large belly she had carried because of the foal was gone now. She wasn’t slim, not by a long shot, but she didn’t look like she pregnant either. Frederick touched her shoulder, her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at him.
“Hi,” she mumbled.
Diamond could smell the sterileness of the room. It wasn’t a bad smell, but it certainly made it smell like a hospital. She looked toward her friend that was once again sleeping, and she gently touched her hooves. A moment later a nurse stopped by with a small bassinet that obviously was one of the hospital’s. Diamond prepared herself. She had accepted that this foal was going to be different, that she wasn’t going to look like a pony, but what she saw wasn’t some freak or monster. She was a soft silver with a light red mane, her muzzle was a little sharper than a normal pony’s but not much, her nose was small, but more delicate. What offset her the most was where her hooves should have been. Ruby had hooves, Shiny had hooves, but she didn’t. Her feet were a mixture of hooves and almost human like feet. She seemed to have a single toe that was covered by a hoof, but behind it was an elongated foot.
Her tail was something different as well. It was bushy, unruly, almost fox like in its appearance, but regardless, she was a beautiful little foal.
“Silver, she’s beautiful,” Diamond whispered.
“Tea Cup, my little Tea Cup,” Silver Spoon mummered.
Diamond held the newborn foal, seeing so much of her best friend in Silver’s daughter. She looked at Frederick who offered his hands. She passed the foal to him, and she noticed how much more relaxed Tea Cup got while being held by the stallion that was going to be her father. It made sense, in several ways it made all kinds of sense. Ruby was similar in that she preferred to be held by her father, or as Ruby called him, her Mamamama.
Tea Cup was peaceful, she didn’t wail, she didn’t seem upset, but instead she was content to be held. Diamond watched her husband hold the herd’s newest foal, and she wondered how many more would they have? There was no doubt that between her work with F.E.M.A. and Frederick’s own work that the two of them had more than enough to bring up a large family. Her eyes drifted over to Silver Spoon, and while she saw potential in her best friend, she knew that more than likely Silver Spoon was going to end up being a stay a home mother.
There was nothing wrong with that. There was several mares in Ponyville that had been stay a home mothers that didn’t have another job besides that. Love Tap, Button Mash’s mother came to mind. But, before she laid that responsibility down at Silvy’s hooves she wanted to make sure that she would be okay with it.
Author's Note
(AN: Wow, it's been a while! So, to answer a question that's been going around, no, the Vogonverse is not dead. We're coming back, like a runaway train, and we're going to be updating several of the stories in the Vogonverse. Look for As Ye Sew, A Love as Steady as Stone, A Dance with the Moon, Real Magic, and Love and Muffins to be updated this and next week. Again, thanks for sticking around, reading, and keeping us going.)
Reunions, Positions, and Purposes
A Diamond in the Rough
Reunions, Positions, and Purposes
Silver Spoon sighed as she finally took a seat. There was questions, thoughts, and decisions to be made, and since she was the one that handled most of the day to day occurrences it was at her hooves to make some of the decisions. She looked at Tea Cup who was napping peacefully. Both Ruby and Shiny were happily attending their virtual school, and for the moment she truly had a moment of peace.
“Glados, would you mind to give me a list of what we’re needing for the house, an updated list of groceries, and maybe a list of educational toys?”
A moment passed before a flatscreen monitor lit up and on it a single glowing eye appeared.
“You realize that these mundane tasks are beneath me. I could easily do tasks and problems that would confuse the limited mortal mind.”
“Uh huh, I know, beneath you, test subjects, all of it, a million encryptions processed in a nanosecond. Trust me, I’ve heard it all, but I’ve got to make sure that we’re fully stocked.”
“Very well.”
A few moments later Silver Spoon was greeted with a chime indicating that the lists had been updated and transferred to her tablet. She lifted it and noticed that they were running low on Spaghettio's, milk, mac and cheese, and oats. That meant a trip to the grocery. They were also low on laundry detergent, and… Her eyes widened. It wasn’t something that was that important, well not to everyone, but it was important to the foals. Granted, she usually did something different with them each day, but she had promised them that they would make those Rice Crispy treat things today.
She didn’t have the cereal, the marshmallow cream, or anything else for them. There wouldn’t be waiting until after dinner to get the groceries. She would have to go and do it now. She danced around on her hooves for a moment as she considered her options. There was an automated grocery nearby, but that meant leaving the foals alone. Dia was at a physical meeting, Frederick was at the physical storefront he started, and that just left her with the foals.
Normally, this wouldn’t be an issue, but she didn’t want to pull Ruby, or Shiny, out of their virtual classes just to take a trip, then come back, and hope they didn’t miss much. She breathed out, calmed down and looked at the monitor again.
“Glados, is there anypony in the area that can deliver what we’re needing?”
For a moment there was just a blank screen, and then a grocery popped up. She looked at it, Richard’s grocery, and noticed that everything they needed, including the ingredients for the Rice Crispy treats, was available. She did notice that it was a little higher than going to the automated grocery, but since they delivered she was willing to pay the difference. With no hesitation she had GLaDOS order everything they needed.
With that done she looked at their house. It was clean, something she didn’t mind to do in the slightest, and for the most part it looked fairly organized. She carried the tablet over to her favorite chair, took a seat, and began searching through the ebooks that Frederick had introduced her to. At the moment she was in the mood for something sweet, but fun. Her eyes landed New Frontier by Andy Williams. She’d started it before, but she hadn’t gotten very far in it before she had to stop. She looked at the spot where she had stopped at.
She looked out over the collection of long dead ships. The entire planet was exactly that. A place where ships came to die, and a place where misery was born. The fact that her beloved had the will to leave the planet only spoke of the kind of person he was. It was for this reason, if no other, that she understood his reluctance of coming back to this oversized graveyard full of the stripped bones of countless other ships and dreams.
She felt a hand, his hand, on her shoulder. She leaned against him as he stood behind her.
“Not sure how I feel about it. We could have kept pushing, maybe made it to a different colony.”
She shook her head. It was her voice, her decision that brought them back here, “Perhaps, but if we didn’t make it, or we ran low on water, we would be floating at the mercy of any who passed by. This was the best, and you know it.”
She felt his lips against her feline ear, “I know, doesn’t mean I like it any better. Nothing here except for death and those waiting for it.”
She was ready to start the next chapter when she heard GLaDOS informing her that the delivery was here. She went to the door, opened it, and her jaw practically fell to the floor as she looked at a stallion she wasn’t sure she would ever see again. He looked exactly the same as she remembered, and she could see how he recognized her as well.
“Silver Spoon?! Is Diamond Tiara here?!”
He was beyond excited, his eyes gleaming with hope, and she was glad that she was able to give him something that would make that hope well founded.
“She’s out right now, but she should be home in a little bit! She’s going to be so excited to see you!”
She hugged him, more than pleased to see Diamond’s father. Hours passed and Diamond Tiara felt like her hooves were going to fall off. She’d spent the entire day going over the progress of the Lego Bricks, and then she spent the last six hours of the day going to one of the sites and pointing out a few glaring problems that hadn’t been addressed because the contractor was attempting to skip a few of the requirements in order to get a bigger paycheck.
Of course she had to explain how important it was for each Lego Brick to have its own bath. It did absolutely no good to have a single bath for two different homes. Especially since they were having at least four individuals per home. They were trying to get away from what the Stacks had been like, and having a single bath to share between two different homes was a step backwards. Finally, good sense won out and the council agreed that it would make sense to include an economical bath into each home.
She breathed out as she opened the door.
“Where are my foals?!”
“Mama! We got a Grandpa!”
Unsure of what they were talking about she walked into the living room and saw her father. Filthy Rich was sitting between his grandfoals, smiling brightly, and listening to them talk about their day with him. She stood, surprised, excited, unsure, and finally she couldn’t stand it any longer. She ran forward and wrapped her arms around her Father.
“DADDY!”
Diamond Tiara listened to her father has he told everypony there about what had happened. Apparently he had arrived much in the same way she had. She was happy that he didn’t end up near the stacks, but instead he seemed to be near a better neighborhood. From there he met an odd mare named Miriam. She was living in a building her son owned, and apparently he had met and married that baker Pinkie Pie.
Her father filled her in on how Miriam let him have a place to sleep, and then introduced him to a local grocery store. Thompson’s Grocery, owned by an elderly stallion according to Filthy Rich, had no problem hiring him. Of course he had to start as a delivery colt, but he worked his way up to manager. From there he saved every spare credit he could get. She learned that over the course of his time here he’d saved enough to open his own store. One that he offered Mr. Thompson a share of.
Of course the elderly stallion had accepted, helped back him as much as possible, and now Barnyard Bargains was opening up here. Apparently he was carrying goods that weren’t produced in the Corporate farms, offering to match the prices of the automated shops like ‘The Right Fit’, and offering a living wage to those who were working there. The entire time he worked he wondered what happened to her, and as luck would have it he met a retired Police Detective that offered to see what happened to her, and Silver Spoon.
As he talked she caught sight of Frederick. Her husband looked a little worried, and it was understandable. After all he had foals with the daughter of the stallion now in his living room. On top of that he’d rutted her in every possible way, on practically every surface, in every room of their home. And he’d done the same to Silver Spoon. She wasn’t sure, but it seemed reasonable that Frederick might have wanted to get them pregnant again. She wouldn’t mind having another foal.
“Frederick, this is my father, Filthy Rich, Daddy, this is my husband, Frederick.”
Filthy turned to look at the colt that married his daughter. Like Miriam he wasn’t exactly a pony, but he seemed respectful. He offered his hand, which Filthy wrapped him into a hug and then released him. To his credit he didn’t fall, and that certainly spoke volumes about him. Silver Spoon explained that they were herding, and Filthy didn’t say a word. He didn’t look upset, not in the slightest.
He’d known Iron Works and Silver Tray for years. Like himself both of them came from fairly well to do families. Iron Works father had run the mining company, and foundry, that supplied most of Equestria with the refined iron, and steel, that was used in construction, and Silver Tray came from a family that specialized in supplying speciality teas. He of course had ordered from them fairly often, and when he found out that Iron and Silver were part of a much larger herd he didn’t say a word about it.
They remained the proper business ponies he’d always known, and they were the same good natured ponies that he worked with, had cookouts with, and enjoyed get togethers with. They were, without a doubt, decent and good ponies. Knowing that his daughter was in a similar kind of family didn’t bother him. It didn’t because Frederick seemed to be of the good sort, and from what he was learning the colt had a decent head for business.
He stole a look at Silver Spoon, and he gave her a fatherly smile. She seemed happy, the fact that they seemed cared for, had several foals, and looked as though they were completely satisfied with their life made him happy. That was all a parent could ever hope for. To know that their child was happy, that they had somepony important in their lives, and they didn’t break. He knew that Diamond Tiara was strong. She was as strong as a Diamond, and he knew that she would stand the tests that life threw at her.
Talking to them gave him a great deal of hope. Slowly the time ticked by, and he knew that he’d need to leave. Miriam was waiting for him, their new little daughter was also waiting, and he had nothing but good news. He hugged his son-in-law, his daughter, and now officially his other daughter, and he told them his address, explained that they needed to come by, see him, and that he’d back out again. He walked outside, closed his eyes, and smiled. In his mind he could see a mare that he loved, one that he adored when he was younger, and one that he was certainly would have complained, but her heart would have been warmed by the sight of grand foals.
“We did it Spoiled. She’s a mare now, with a family, and I’m so proud of her,” he opened his eyes, and looked up toward the heavens, “Grandpa Stinking once said that everypony goes somewhere at the end of it, and that he believed they can see their family from there,” he grinned, “I hope that you can see Spoiled. I hope that you see how well she’s done.”
A soft wind kissed his cheek, and Filthy began the walk back home.
Author's Note
(AN: Wow, been a hot second huh? I know it's a little bit of a short update, but there will be more coming.)
A Diamond in the Rough
Double Dating
A Diamond Tiara in the Vogonverse Story
Confusion and uncertainty tended to be the hallmarks of a double date. It was doubly so when that double date included an individual’s parent. So it was understandable that Diamond Tiara was quickly searching through the various restaurants that would be appropriate for the date between herself, Silver Spoon, Frederick, Miriam, and her father. She wanted the place to be perfect, to have a sense of home. Of course the idea of Katfish Kitchen came to mind, but she wasn’t sure how her father would respond to the fairly low key restaurant.
She slowed her thoughts a bit. Her father wasn’t the stuck up pony that her mother had been. Spoiled Rich tended to be exceptionally suck up, and she often seemed to want to have only the best. The fact that she died before came here was a testament to her views of inferiority. She could have easily been seen, and treated, at Ponyville’s hospital, but she had believed that only the finest hospital in all of Canterlot would be worthy of her patronage. In the end her decision to relent had come too late, and she ended up dying on a hospital bed of something that could have been treated far earlier.
She knew that her father wasn’t like that. Her father was fine with simpler things, and in truth she believed that he would might would like the simpler restaurant. With that decision made she walked toward the monitor, “Glados, would you call Katfish Kitchen for me, and make a reservation for five tonight, say seven pm?”
A single yellow circle formed in the monitor for a moment before the rest of Glados’ face formed behind it. She watched as the digital assistant formed completely, and then looked toward her.
“Ah, administrator Tiara, so good to see you,” Glados said, “A reservation for five at Katfish Kitchen, will you be performing any experiments at this establishment?”
Diamond Tiara shook her head, “No Glados, we’re just going to have dinner with my father and Miriam. I think that it would be a great chance for me to really get to know her.”
For a moment there seemed to be no reaction, and then afterward Glados seemed to make a hmmming sound. The sound continued for a moment before Diamond finally broke the seemingly construction that Glados was doing a fair impersonation of.
“Glados, what are you thinking?” she asked.
Glados’ eye moved toward her, “Only that in such a place you could test social behaviors for the limits, and at the same time you could experiment on the prepared actions of the kitchen staff.”
Diamond Tiara shook her head, “No, we’re going to be experimenting on anypony, or human, there. I just want a peaceful dinner with my father, and woman he has met, and give us all chance to get to know each other better.”
There was a moment of silence before Glados finally replied, “It would be far more amusing to watch the kitchen staff running for their lives after discovering that something had turned on a gas valve while they were cooking.”
Diamond Tiara shook her head, “No, peaceful dinner, no experimentation, and that is final,” she sighed, “I know that Frederick said that you are designed to want to experiment, and that it’s part of your core programming, but there are times that it is appropriate and times that it isn’t.”
“Would an appropriate time be similar to that when those individuals were breaking into the old facility?”
Diamond Tiara nodded, “Yes, that would be an appropriate time, although we want to keep that from happening now if we can.”
She watched as Glados disappeared and then then walked toward the nursery. Looking in she saw Ruby and Gleaming Bit down for their nap, and near them was Tea Cup. The younger foal was special, and she was so proud that Frederick accepted her as his own. It made her happy to see how much he played with and treated Tea Cup just the same as either Shiny or Ruby. There was some evidence that Tea Cup wasn’t a normal foal. The way her muzzle seemed to be more pointed, the way her teeth coming in seemed to be more formed for a predator, but regardless it didn’t seem to matter to Frederick.
Diamond had taken his actions toward Tea Cup to heart, and she had treated the younger filly just as she would her own. And in truth she was just like her own. She watched as the foals slept, and the next part of what needed to happen came to her mind. She had to find someone to take care of their foals. She considered Father Andrews as the person to call, and in truth she knew that foals would be fine in his care. With that she asked Glados to connect to Father Andrews, and a few moments later her old employer answered.
“Diamond Tiara, how are things going?” he asked.
She smiled, “Well, or at least as well as can expected. Are you doing anything tonight, and if not could I possibly ask you for a favor?”
There was a light chuckle, “Ah, you would like me to watch over your darling children, right?” he asked.
She smiled, “That’s exactly right.”
She watched as the monitor lit up showing her the face of the man that had taken a chance and hired her. The same man that now stood near the former waitress Cloe that had lost her job at Katfish Kitchen, and then ended up working at the Church for Father Andrews. Cloe had a soft smile on her face, and she waved to Diamond Tiara.
“Normally I would have absolutely no problem with watching them, but unfortunately tonight I have promised my staff to have a staff appreciation night. I wouldn’t be able to watch your darling children and do this at the same time. I am truly sorry.”
She smiled and nodded, “I understand, and thank you regardless. I hope that you have a fantastic night.”
So that was it then. She needed someone else to watch the foals. She didn’t want to take them with them to this double date. It wasn’t that she thought that they wouldn’t fit in, but rather she knew that her darling little foals would get tired and fussy. There was absolutely no getting around that. So, she had to find a foalsitter. She knew that Miriam lived in the same building as Pinkie Pie. She knew Pinkie because of the parties she threw, but she had heard that she did watch over the Cake twins. It would be worth a shot to ask her. There was little doubt in her mind that Pinkie could, and would, do a fantastic job with her foals. The problem was that she wasn’t sure if Pinkie would be busy. She was about to turn to GLaDOS when suddenly there was a video call. She accepted and on the other end was the very Pony she wanted to talk to.
“Hello?” Diamond Tiara asked in a confused voice.
“Yeah, I don’t mind to watch your foals. I had Igor send GLaDOS the directions to our place. I know that you’re seeing your dad and Andy’s mom tonight, so I thought that you might want to swing by and let them see your foals before you go off to dinner.”
Diamond Tiara stood there completely confused for a moment before she nodded, “Ummm, yeah, that’s exactly right.”
“So you’ll bring them by about five pm right? That should give you plenty of time to get her and let your new step mom see her grandfoals before you leave for the restaurant. See you at five!”
With that Pinkie hung up, and Diamond Tiara stood there dumbstruck. She shook it off realizing that the pink mare was always a little odd, and often seemed to know things that she really shouldn’t. She looked at the time and saw that it was one pm. So they had a little bit before they needed to leave. She walked toward the bedroom, and she heard the panting inside. She opened the door to see Silver Spoon on all fours, her muzzle buried in a pillow, and Frederick behind her. Her husband had Silver Spoon’s tail in his right hand, his left hand was currently spreading her flank apart, and she could see that he was buried deep in her rectum. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that she was seeing Silver Spoon getting a masterful dicking, and she wanted, and needed, to be next.
She stepped into the room, took off her clothes, and walked up behind Frederick. She kissed his neck as she leaned against him, her breasts pressing against his back. He let out a soft moan as he continued to thrust into Silver Spoon.
“Oh sweet Celestia rut me Frederick!” Silver cried out, “Please rut my tailhole hard!”
His hips thrust forward, causing a small ripple effect to happen on the cheeks of her ass. She moaned deeply as she felt him thrust into once more and then she felt him fill her bowels with his seed. She fell forward, and she turned over to watch Diamond Tiara take her place. Her sister wife leaned Frederick back, and she watched as Diamond began to clean his cock with her mouth. She’d never known her to do that before, but here she was, doing something so lewd with their husband.
Once it was clean, and obviously hard again, Diamond climbed on top of him. She watched as his cock disappeared into her wanting snatch. Diamond let out a moan, and she watched as their husband reached up and played with her breasts. She could remember from their foalhood how sensitive Diamond Tiara’s breasts and nipples were. She could easily get off by getting either played with, and here she was riding Frederick with him playing with her sensitive breasts.
“Oh Freddy… Fill me up, your Queen wants your royal foal batter inside of her womb.”
The two of them went at it for well over fifteen minutes before either of them finally stopped. For Diamond Tiara’s part she had climaxed about four times before the last one which had been amazingly huge. She collapsed beside her husband, enjoying his presence, and loving the way he felt. The two of them looked at each other for a few moments. There was the presence of love, a deep and true love between the three of them. She kissed him, feeling the physical exhaustion that was holding her.
“We’ve got a date tonight with Daddy and Miriam at seven, and we need to be over at their place by five,” she said with a smile.
He grinned at her, “Well, I’m sure that we can take a taxi over that can hold us. Is Father Andrews going to watch the children?”
She shook her head, “No, Pinkie Pie is going to watch them, and that’s why we’re going over at five. It’ll give Daddy and Miriam a chance to see the foals before we leave them with Pinkie.”
He nodded, “So you trust Pinkie?”
She grinned, “I do,” she kissed him, “I know we have to get around and call a cab, but for a moment can we just cuddle?”
Her answer was him wrapping his arms around her, and then Silver Spoon crawled up in front of her. She held her best friend and sister wife and the three of them simply enjoyed the moment of being held. They held each other until Diamond Tiara looked up at the monitor in the room and saw that it was already three forty-five pm. She sighed, slowly moved, and informed the both of them that they needed to get their showers out of the way, get dressed, and call a taxi.
Frederick smiled at her, “Dia, go take a shower, I’ll call the taxi. I’m sure that Silver can go next, and I’ll hit a quick one last. My suit is pretty clean, so I’ll just get dressed in it before we leave.”
She smiled, kissed him, and then ran nude to the bathroom. She stepped into it, and found the shower waiting for her. She turned it on, and let the wonderfully hot water splash on her. She stepped into the shower, closed the curtain, and then began to bath with the peppermint body wash she had come to love. Normally she would shower for quite some time, but she knew that there was a need to rush. She kept her shower down to a modest eight minutes, and then stepped out. She grabbed a couple of towels, dried some, and then wrapped her mane and body. She looked out at the hall and motioned for Silver Spoon. She stepped out of the way and let her friend take over next.
She walked up toward the bedroom and saw Frederick on the tablet ordering taxi to pick them up at four forty-five. She figured that he had it pretty well in hand, finished drying off, and then looked into the closet for something sensible to wear. The answer came in a suit of clothes that she had bought when her and Frederick had last went shopping. It was a pair of blue jeans, a plumb colored top with a small smattering of false jewels pressed into the fabric at the shoulders, and of course she found a comfortable bra and a thong to wear. She considered a different pair of panties, but she wanted to wear something that made her feel a little sexy.
She began to get dressed when she saw Silver Spoon joining her. Her friend chose a similar suit of clothes, although her top was a simple white with what looked like tiny rubies pressed into it. She also noted that Silver Spoon had opted for no panties. She assumed that her herdmate had every intention of getting intimate with their husband again tonight, and she wanted to make it as easy as possible for him.
When they finished Frederick saw how they were dressed, smiled, and chose something different than the suit he normally wore for work. He dressed in a new pair of blue jeans, a soft black shirt, his boots, socks, and a pair of boxers that Diamond liked because she could easily reach into the front of them if she wanted. With that they began to wake up their foals, who were all a little fussy, and then soon the sound of the taxi arrived. They walked down with their foals to see that the taxi had indeed included three child seats, and they quickly got their foals into them.
Diamond gave the address that Pinkie had sent them, and within seconds they were heading toward the home their father had made for himself. They arrived and they saw the pink mare outside with three foals of her own. All three of them looked well behaved, and from what they could see she seemed to be as energetic as always.
“Hiya Diamond Tiara,” she said, “Oooo, what cute little foals!”
She watched as the foals began to open up to the energetic mare, and before long her father and Miriam walked down as well. She watched as Miriam looked at the foals, and then she knelt down to them, “Hello, I’m your grandmother,” she said.
That was answered with hugs all around. All of the potential worry that had been building in her head suddenly seemed to disappear. The foals would be fine, and she was going to get along with her new step mother.
