In which Diamond commits a murder
He stared. By Lauren above, how he stared. He found himself helplessly hypnotized by the rolling contours of the softly curved hills and the deep, dark divide betwixt them. The plump, perfect spheres of Diamond Tiara’s gorgeous bottom was clad in soft, purple, clinging fabric and was easily enough to steer anypony’s attention and hold it. Right now, like always, she had Snails wrapped snugly around her finger and today she had chosen to be particularly cruel. She was hoping to impress Rumble with her most recent lingerie purchases so calling him just wouldn’t do. No no no, she needed another opinion and it needed to be a male’s. Sadly there was no one she trusted more than Snails and that’s who she called. There was a party at Silver Spoons tonight, and she had to look just right. The perfect chance to go out and buy a new skirt- which she did, but now she was presented with another problem; what was she going to tease Rumble with?
"Alright Snails it's time to make yourself useful! What do you think?" She asked boldly without turning around, taking the moment to admire herself in the full length mirror in the corner. Snails began to babble something incoherent and Diamond rolled her eyes. Unbeknownst to her, Snails had a crush on her since the first grade and now? Well, now he started to drool.
She didn’t pay any attention to the moistened carpet below as he stood there at the door of her room staring with wide eyes. She knew him well enough that he wouldn’t brag (as if anypony would believe him) and trusted him enough that he wouldn’t try anything. If anything she had begun to suspect he played for the ‘other’ team with his little friend Snips and this would just prove it one way or another. She smiled softly, tucking her thumbs into the material of her skirt and slide it down with a sway of her hips, exposing the warm purple panties that helplessly tried to cling to her rump. They had slid down a bit with her skirt, revealing more than a bit of the inviting, dusky canyon of Diamond’s backside to the boy behind her. She gave them a gentle tug, fixing them into place and turned to glance herself over.
She purred quietly, admiring her figure in the mirror as with a delicate, gentle sway of her hips. She liked the way she looked, there was no doubt about that. Her form was perfectly hour glassed shape, with a set of round, supple hips, and a plump, soft spank-able rear end that had just the slightest jostle when she walked. Currently, that perfect behind was gripped in the lucky fabric of a pair of soft purple panties, preciously hugging her form and molding to her every curve. She twisted around and crossed her arms. Around front, the material clung desperately to the junction between her thighs, creating a gentle slope that was the prize of ponies everywhere. She struck one pose, then another, and then a third, before she gave a sharp huff and bent over wiggling her hips from side to side as she slid the underwear down, and kicked them away. For a moment, she let her fingers caress the well rounded arc of her buttocks. The pink furred slopes were muscular and toned, with an amount of bounce and wobble that hinted at perfect blend of muscle and fat. She giggled quietly, clapping her hoof across her own rear end with an echoing smack and trembled at the warming sting that flooded her hips.
With her bare rump dancing in the air, she proceeded to fetch another pair from the bottom of her dresser drawer, these bright white with blue trim. She pondered them for a moment, before she gripped them under her fingertips and stepped into them, tugging them up and around her thighs.
She gave an intense roll of her hips, feeling that soft, slippery fabric race across the delicate tunnels and hidden passageways it protected. Her voice trembled gently, whispering past her lips in a shuddering gasp. Even if it was innocent in nature, she was getting a particular thrill to showing off to another male other then Rumble. Her body gave another passionate roll forward, feeling the forceful stroke of those slick, silky panties trembling across her rump in a slow tap dance of sensation.
With another rounded twist of her hips, she then reached down to touch her toes. She shuddered, as the soft, silky fabric caressed the delicate cleft of her rump. It disappeared into the sensitive valley tickling softly at her most intimate parts and leaving Diamond with both a delicate blush across her cheeks and a maddening wedgie that offered her very little in the ways of modesty. She reached behind her, tugging the offending undergarments from her secret valley and bent over once more, sliding the soft satin fabric down her legs until it puddle at her feet. She wiggled her toes, standing there completely bare bottomed for the moment and blushed at the sensation of the cool air whispering past her thighs. She let her gaze play across the two pairs of her favorite panties- the silky soft blue ones, or the form clinging lavender ones, and found she had come to an impasse. She couldn’t decide. She bent down again, inspecting the panties that lay wrapped around her ankles, and twisted her head to glance back at Snails. Surely he would prove useful and answer her questions logically- which is what she needed at the moment.
“I can’t decide which panties to choose, what do you think Snails…Snails?” She asked when the colt gave no response. She stood up and turned about, furrowing her brow when she noticed Snails wasn’t moving. He was laying on the floor and grinning like a maniac. His heart had stopped cold in his chest and Diamond winced.
“…I am dead sexy.” She giggled and decided just to be naughty that she would forgo underwear all together and slid on her favorite skirt. Rumble was going to get a kick out of it.
“Thanks Snails!” She chuckled, skipping out of the room.
Author's Note
It's 12:06. Insomnia story.
