Ingress: Dirty Diamond

Josh grunted faintly, hefting his sport’s bag a little bit higher on his shoulder, walking down the long drive towards the mansion at the edge of Ponyville.

Already, he could see Sterling Silver standing in the doorway, with his wife, and the object of Josh’s interest: Silver Spoon, standing beside him.

“I’m here,” Josh said by way of greeting, dropping his sport’s bag off his shoulder and leaning against a hedge.

“Ah, very good. But you’re late,” Sterling Silver said bluntly.

“I got caught up in quarantine,” Josh said with a shrug. “Not my fault.”

“Very well,” Sterling Silver said, motioning with his head towards the mansion to the right. “Filthy Rich wishes to speak to you.”

“Excuse me?” Josh asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Filthy Rich. Wishes to see you,” Sterling Silver said imperiously, waving a hoof. “I trust that you won’t refuse.”

“I’m not here to talk to some fancy ponies. I’m here to babysit. That’s what you pay me for, correct?” Josh said, carefully not looking at Silver Spoon.

“Yes, you are here to foalsit, but not Silver Spoon,” Sterling Silver said.

“What?” Josh asked blankly.

“Filthy Rich has need of a foalsitter, not I,” Sterling Silver explained. “We are all going on a holiday and his foal has decided she does not wish to go.”

“I’m out,” Josh said, picking up his bag and turning on his heel, grinding his teeth together slightly. He had already planned out the entire weekend, and he was a little bit peeved that his ‘plans’ were now in the trash.

“Two thousand bits a night,” A voice said from the other side of a hedge.

Josh paused, grinding his teeth slightly. “Two… thousand?” he asked, his voice strained.

“Two thousand,” the voice said, and a haughty-looking pony came around the hedge, looking Josh up and down.

“Filthy Rich?”

“Filthy Rich.”

“All alone in a mansion with your stuck-up kid?”

“All alone.”

“Two thousand bits a night?”

“Two thousand.”

“I can eat your food and mess with your furniture?”

“If you don’t wreck anything.”

“I’ll be expected to cook?”

“Of course.”

“One weekend?”

“One weekend.”

“Can I yell at your kid if he or she misbehaves?”

“She will be on her best behavior.”

“That’s a yes.”

Filthy Rich pursed his lips. “You were good with Silver Spoon. I trust you will not harm my daughter.”

“‘Harm’ is kind of subjective,” Josh said with a wry smile.

Filthy Richs’ eyes narrowed slowly, and he snorted softly. “My daughter will come to no harm or I will have you whipped.”

“Fine, whatever,” Josh said with a shrug. “She stays out of my way, I stay out of hers, everyone gets along fine.”

“I am beginning to rethink my choice,” Filthy Rich said flatly. “You do not seem as though you would be a good match for my daughter…”

“Hey, I’m supposed to be babysitting her, not dating her,” Josh said flatly.

Filthy Rich glowered at him for several long moments. “Very well. I don’t have time to find another sitter. You’re it.”

“Hey, talk like you didn’t come looking for me,” Josh said flippantly. “You’re lucky I need to escape from my family for the weekend or I’d just piss off.”

“Very well. If my daughter comes to harm, you will not be paid,” Filthy Rich said bluntly.

“Fine, fine whatever,” Josh said, waving a hand. “Just show me where to go.”

“This building,” Filthy Rich said, waving towards the mansion with a smug smile. “You will find it satisfactory.”

Josh eyed the building, before snorting once. “I guess. See ya around.”

Without another word, Josh turned on his heel, heading for the mansion on the hillside.

“Josh?” the butler asked.

Josh nodded, hefting his bag awkwardly. “That’s me.”

“I was told to expect you. Follow.” Without another word, the butler turned on his hooves, heading into the mansion.

“Of course you were told to expect me,” Josh grumbled, grinding his teeth in annoyance.

“Tarry not,” the butler said, waving a hoof.

Josh sighed, hefting his bag and stepping into the foyer. It was exactly what he expected from fancy ponies. Big, open, with lots of random shit on the walls that were nice to look up but had zero importance beyond bragging rights for the owner.

Josh followed the butler through the foyer and towards the east wing of the mansion. The butler led him to a small guest room. There was a single bed with a heavy quilt and blankets on it, a grate in the wall near the roof that Josh assumed was for ventilation, as there was no windows anywhere in the room. Another door on the far side of the room lead somewhere else.

“There is a personal bathroom there,” the butler said, following his gaze. “Leave your bag here. This is your room for the duration of your stay.”

“Are you staying here, too?” Josh asked, dropping his bag unceremoniously at the foot of the bed.

The butler sniffed once. “No. I am taking a well-deserved vacation.”

“Figures,” Josh grumbled, turning around and sitting on the edge of the bed, arching his back,, various ligaments popping as he did so. “So, where is the little hellspawn I’m supposed to be looking after?”

“Most likely in her room,” the butler said calmly, turning on his hooves. “But my job here is done and I am taking my break now. There are instructions in the top drawer and a map of the building. Have a fun stay.”

Josh frowned deeply at the condescending tone. But the butler was already leaving.

Chewing on the inside of his cheek for a moment, he sighed and then opened the drawer. A sheaf of neatly-stapled papers were sitting in the drawer. On the cover was a list of things he would have to do.

Simple things, like cook dinner, water the plants, feed the wolves.

Wolves?

Josh blinked at the page slowly, before frowning and turning the page over. A menu was on the second and third page, with details on how to cook each of the meals. The fourth page was a floor-map of the first floor of the building. There were numerous rooms that were unlabeled, but the important ones were pointed out: A recreation area, the kitchen, doors to the outside where the wolves were penned up, and the room he was currently in.

A knock at the door disturbed him, and he blinked once, setting the papers aside and rising to his feet.

Opening the door, Josh found a little pink filly staring up at him, with a white towel around her shoulders.

A shiny blue tiara rested in her perfect two-tone purple-and-white mane. Her fuzzy pink body, though relatively slim and light, looked very soft and plush.

“Hello,” she said bluntly.

“You must be Diamond Tiara,” Josh said awkwardly.

“That’s me. You’re my new foalsitter?” Diamond Tiara asked.

Josh nodded once. “Yeah, you’re stuck with me for the weekend.”

“Oh good, stay out of my way,” Diamond Tiara said with an air of firmness, nudging past him on the way to the other side of the room.

“Excuse me?” Josh asked blankly.

“You heard me,” Diamond Tiara stated, opening the door on the opposite side of the room and slipping inside.

Josh followed after her, pushing the door open. He stared for a moment, and then swallowed thickly.

Diamond Tiara had thrown her towel over a towel rack, and was leaning over a spacious circular tub, reaching for a tap to turn on the shower head. It seemed to be a dual shower/bath combination, and she was going to use it.

But the thing that caught Josh’s immediate attention was the soft pink filly rump lifted over the edge of the tub with the smooth, silky tail laying between the plump rumpcheeks.

Already, Josh could imagine what lay behind the veil of her two-tone tail. It was not helped at all by his previous experiences with Silver Spoon.

Thankfully, Diamond Tiara’s tail was in the way, twitching back and forth just a little.

Diamond Tiara gave a huff, turning slightly and looking back over her shoulder, eyes narrowing. “Do you mind?”

Josh wrenched his eyes away from her. The turn of her body had revealed her to him in her entirety. For a heart-stopping moment, he had a full view of her soft tail turned aside just far enough to reveal the soft outer lips of her perfect little filly pussy. Even with just a momentary glance, it looked soft, tight, and utterly inviting.

Josh squeaked an apology, and snapped the door closed, taking a few steps back and then dropping onto the bed. He took a few moments to try and control the rapid beating of his heart, taking a few deep breaths in and out. The mares in Ponyville always seemed to have this preternatural ability to know where all eyes were at all times, and keep their tails just in line with their bodies so as not to reveal anything. But fillies didn’t seem to have developed that ability just yet.

Taking a few more deep breaths, Josh picked up the sheaf of papers of chores he was to do, and began to memorize them in an attempt to clear his mind of the image of Diamond Tiara’s tempting little perfect pink pussy.

Josh peered down the list, spying the wolves chore, and then tossed the pages onto his pillow, heading for the door as he heard the spray of water start up in the tub.

Josh paused at the entrance to the kennels, giving an apprehensive look up at the imposing stone arch. Wide double-doors had once sat on the arch, but had apparently been wrenched clean off the archway, if the broken hinges and cracked stone were any indication.

Giving an apprehensive sigh, he stepped through the archway. Inside the walled-off compound was a large barn, strewn with hay and what appeared to be compost. The central barn door was closed, and closed with a huge iron bar the size of a railroad sleeper. A side door, however, sat slightly ajar.

Josh pulled the door open, stepping into what appeared to be an armored hallway within the barn itself, leading to a flight of stairs that headed up to the top level of the barn. Slightly apprehensively, he climbed up the flight of stairs, coming out into the hayloft. There was no ladder or stairs to get up or down from anywhere other than the armored hallway, and whatever was down in the barn itself was cloaked in darkness. A large food trough was set up overlooking the drop, sitting above a second food trough. The top trough was segmented into seven compartments, each with a lever. The troughs for ‘Saturday’ and ‘Sunday’ were both full, ready to be emptied.

With an inward shrug, Josh pulled the lever over ‘Saturday’, and a hatch under the trough opened, dropping the contents of that compartment down the chute and into the trough below. Immediately, heavy paws thudded out of the darkness and the sound of vigorous eating echoed from below.

Josh leaned over the trough, very dimly making out a massive pair of shapes eating noisily at the lower trough. They were larger than horses. It was like elephants and wolves had babies. Oddly, the creaking of trees in a high wind was also audible from below.

Josh leaned a little closer, head tilting to try and catch the sound better.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” Diamond Tiara said haughtily from somewhere nearby.

Josh jerked in surprised and almost fell. The eating below paused for a few seconds, before resuming with gusto. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Josh growled, turning to face the little filly standing at the top of the stairs.

Fresh from the shower, Diamond Tiara’s mane and tail were sleek and straight, shining with wetness. A bright lollipop with in her muzzle, and she pulled it out to speak.

“It’s not my fault you’re nearly deaf,” Diamond Tiara said smugly, making a motion with the hoof holding the lollipop. “I have decided what I want for tea. And you had better get cooking. I’m not allowed to sleep immediately after a meal.”

“No sweets before dinner,” Josh said, making a swipe at the lollipop.

Diamond Tiara snatched the lollipop back before he could grab it, glowering at him. “I will have whatever I want,” she said flatly, staring him down, daring him to take another swipe at her lollipop. “Now hurry up, human.”

Josh’s eyes narrowed at her, and he arched an eyebrow. “And if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll make sure you never babysit another foal ever again,” Diamond Tiara threatened. “I’ll say you beat me.”

“As though anyone would ever believe that,” Josh scoffed.

Diamond Tiara jerked backwards as though she were struck. Her bottom lip started to quiver, and tears started to well up in her eyes. “D-daddy!” she sniffed, her ears pinning heavily, taking a single limping step forwards. “D-do you know what he d-d-did?!” she wailed, her voice breaking. “H-he he hit m-meeee!” The filly dissolved into wracking sobs, covering her face with the forehoof holding the lollipop.

Josh stared at her woodenly. “You made your point.”

“Good,” Diamond Tiara said, dropping her act immediately and rising to her hooves again, stuffing the lollipop back in her mouth. “Kitchen. Five minutes.”

“Can I at least get changed?” Josh asked plaintively.

Diamond Tiara gave him a contemptuous snort. “Very well. Ten minutes. I suggest you gallop.”

Josh walked into the kitchen fifteen minutes later, wearing more comfortable clothes for around the house. Just a pair of baggy shorts and a t-shirt emblazoned with a jurassic park logo and a raptor looking through a jagged claw mark.

“Nice shirt,” Diamond Tiara said sarcastically. “And you’re late.”

“I quite like this shirt,” Josh said with a shrug. “And I don’t particularly care.”

“Whatever,” Diamond Tiara said with a soft snort. “I want the Jackfruit Au Vin on rice and the Potato Dauphinoise.”

“The… what?” Josh asked blankly.

“Look in the recipe book,” Diamond Tiara almost growled. “Are you incompetent?”

“Jesus Christ I can’t even pronounce that,” Josh said, pulling the cooking instructions from his back pocket where he kept them, neatly folded.

“You don’t need to be able to say it to cook it, you idiot,” Diamond Tiara said with the air of someone telling a less-intelligent person an easy equation.

Josh narrowed his eyes at her. “If you don’t want it burned, black, and basically carbon by the time I’m done with it, then you had best change your tone.”

“No, you are the foalsitter, and are paid to look after me. If you burn my dinner, I will make doubly sure that you never foalsit another filly ever again,” Diamond Tiara threatened, anger and malice burning in her pretty blue pink eyes.

Josh ground his teeth, but turned to the stove, flicking it on with a growl under his breath.

“Good human,” Diamond Tiara said condescendingly.

Josh resisted the urge to turn the stove up to its highest setting to burn the food entirely, even as he stepped over to the cupboard to begin digging out ingredients.

Half an hour later Josh sighed and took a step back from the stove, slipping the pan off the element and then turning the stove off entirely. Finally, everything was done, and all that remained was waiting for it to cool. He was quite sure he had screwed up parts of the two recipes, but he really didn’t care overly much.

For the first time since he had started cooking, he cast his gaze over at Diamond Tiara.

The pink filly was seemingly absorbed in a book of some kind, staring down at the book cradled in one hoof, her other hoof rotating the lollipop in her mouth, laying on her side all the while, silky pink-and-white tail twitching back and forth.

Sensing that he was watching her, she looked up, eyes narrowing at him. Slowly, the lollipop in her mouth was drawn free, connected to her soft little tongue by a small trail of saliva. She paused that, lipping at the edge of the lollipop and then slowly dragging her tongue around and around the smooth red surface of the sweet.

Josh watched this, swallowing thickly, before looking away, testing the heat of the pan. He immediately burned his finger, and winced, turning to the sink and beginning to run cold water over the reddened area of his right index finger. His eyes wandered back to Diamond Tiara.

The little filly was now focused on her book again, reading it, apparently. But Josh found it hard to believe, considering the foal was holding her lollipop between both hooves so it was standing up straight in front of her, and was feathering the smooth candy surface with repeated licks of her soft little tongue.

Josh swallowed thickly again, unable to help but picture the little foal doing depraved things.

She looked up at him for just a moment, seeming to smirk, before she closed her eyes and shifted her head to let her lips sink over the lollipop, her tongue visibly swirling over and over around it in her cute little mouth.

Josh made a strangled sound and turned away, staring down at his reddened finger, which was throbbing to the same beat as a far less painful throbbing starting somewhere else on his body.

Feeling his headbeat rushing through his eardrums, he resisted staring back at the little filly for all of ten seconds, glancing at her again. He paused then, frowning to himself.

Something was incredibly off about the visage of the little filly.

Diamond Tiara had shifted slightly, and her tail had swished out of the way, giving the perfect view of the underage crotch, the smooth pink fur leading up to supple, plump curves, and what had drawn Josh’s attention and seemed so wrong: Her sudden lack of genitals.

And then the realisation hit him.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

It was pink.

The amazingly soft, tender young lips of Diamond Tiara’s supple cunt were being spread apart by the base of a thick dildo, stretching her plump pussy with its intrusion. A faint sheen of slick, fleshy pink was visible around the very edge of the toy, which was the same colour as her fur. And it was buried in her. However large it was, the base of it was almost completely flush with her soft little outer lips, spreading them lewdly around the toy.

Josh realised that he was staring, and that Diamond Tiara was staring at him staring at her and he wrenched his eyes away, feeling heat rising in his neck and cheeks. “U-uh y-your dinner is done!” he stammered, swallowing with difficulty. “I uh… I need to go… I need to go tend to my finger. I burned it!”

Without waiting for a reply, he bolted, slipping out of the kitchen and fast-walking down the hallway back to his room.

It took all of ten seconds for Josh to find a washcloth in the bathroom, and even less time for him to drop onto the bed and jerk off his rock-hard cock to an almost violent orgasm. He held the washcloth against himself as he came, to contain the mess, biting his tongue to stifle any sounds, toes digging into the blankets.

And then, it was over, and he could think again. He sighed heavily, staring at the ceiling in hazy euphoria.

Outside, Diamond Tiara watched through the keyhole, one hoof buried between her hindlegs, rubbing firmly at her clenching, spasming young pink cunt. The toy that had been buried in her just moments before was laying on the ground within easy reach, ready for her to snatch up and bolt if Josh looked like coming to the door.

Diamond Tiara bit her bottom lip, arching in a silent orgasm, a small slick of her moisture drooling down over her hoof. She held her breath for ten long seconds, before releasing it quietly.

She continued to peek through the keyhole at Josh as he stared at the ceiling, before she smiled smugly and turned, picking up her toy. She sauntered back down the hallway towards the kitchen, already planning the next encounter.