Author's Note

Here it is the Clop Chapter that never came to fruition due to its awkward positioning in the timeline I planned. As such, this is set in an Alt-Universe where the attack on the villa never happened.

This Chapter Contains:
-Age Play.
-Oral.
-Fingering.
-Diapers.

-Bonus Clop chapter-

Rarity’s fingers and toes could not stop twitching and spasming around at the mere idea of engaging in the lewd activity Lemon Turner had suggested first and invited her to later. Her steps were rapid and long, while the bag full of material she was carrying on her right shoulder as if it was empty and the soft bulk between her legs not hindering her movements in the slightest. Her lower body pulsed lightly with desire, a mighty need she was going to satisfy in a way that had never occurred to her up until then…

Even if it meant to somewhat forgo her usual stance about the matter of copulation to instead enjoy a more occasional partner, one such as Lemon Turner.

“Come you fair girl, come with me,” he said as he swung his bedroom’s door open, revealing a dimly-lit room, the silhouette of a small-double bed, a window with its shutters half-down and a finely carved wall wardrobe being the only objects visible. “The night is young still and we are going to need its all-encompassing mantle to properly enjoy this.”

A light giggle escaped Rarity’s mouth as she rushed inside his bedroom and threw the bag off her shoulder and at to the bed’s free end, before she rapidly unbuttoned her light blue shirt and threw it away in a corner -- thusly revealing her somewhat generous breasts, who energetically bounced and wobbled onto her chest -- before pulling the purple skirt down to then fold it and place it inside one of the bag’s large pockets, thusly making the purple and white striped cloth diaper she was wearing visible.

“Where did you get such a lovely diaper, young and desirable Rarity?” Lemon Turner asked with a hint of quivering desire in his tone, gently poking Rarity’s padded rear end and making it faintly crinkle, causing her to blush slightly. “And what dresses are you going to show to your dearest daddy?”

While Lemon Turner went on to turn on the faux petroleum lamp on his bedside table, Rarity, still twitching, pulled out the folded-up and shrink-wrapped dress from the bag. She then took up the wrap and ripped it apart with her bare hands, for then grasp onto the soft linen and raise to let it unfold in front of Lemon Turner.

It was a pink dress, white frills on the neck and at the hems of its inflated elbow-length sleeves, a pair of pinned-up cloth violets on the chest where her breast’s hardened nipples were going to be, black-and-white buttons on the dress’ neck and on the front of the upper part, while the lower part was little more than a very short light purple skirt that was clearly insufficient in covering up any kind of undergarment, much less a diaper like the one Rarity was wearing. Behind, hidden to Lemon Turner, there was a zipper camouflaged only by its colour.

Without further ado, Rarity unzipped it from top to bottom and rapidly set it onto herself, then placing her hands behind her to skillfully zip the zipper up, thusly fully encasing her into the soft attire she had chosen for the occasion, just before kneeling down slowly. Lemon Turner smirked as he passed his large hand through her hair.̴̴̴

“You are a rather lovely little girl, you know that? But you know what would make you a good girl?” he winked, a chuckle escaping him and echoing a little in the room. “I would like to check upon your diaper… thoughtly.”

Rarity looked up at him, blushing slightly as she felt a surge of her desire spread from her lower parts to her entire body. She crawled towards his bed, climbing up onto it and curling up her arms and legs a bit.

“I-I’m ready…” she said, looking away from his face towards the lit up bedside lamp, as Lemon Turner slowly lifted Rarity’s skirt up, revealing her diaper once more. He started to poke it around her firm buttcheeks, causing a crinkle to comee off from the diaper, before he slowly moved up and started to lightly rub the front of Rarity’s diaper. She squeaked lightly as she felt a pulse of satisfaction spread all inside her and never quite stopping so as long he was busy on rubbing.

“Your diaper feels… clean,” he said with a hiss as he slowly but surely slithered his right hand towards the diaper’s straps. “But perhaps… perhaps I could take a look inside. You never know∼”

Rarity shuddered and giggled lightly while weakly kicking the air, as Lemon Turner slowly undid the straps and lowered her padded undergarment, prompting a cool breeze to blow on Rarity’s meaty labia and causing her to moan and making her cheeks as red as pepper. Soon enough, her entire face took that hue, as Lemon Turner slowly moved his right index inside her humid clam from top to bottom, which in turn prompted Rarity to try to open it up even further by separating her legs.

“You are clean, my little darling,” he said, pulling his finger away as he stared deeply in Rarity’s eyes while he re-did the straps, grinning widely as his trousers’ crotch bulged out. “Now that I checked your diaper, could you be a good enough girl to sit down to have some of daddy’s special milk?”

Warm and pin pricking surges from both her chest and her vagina exploded and soon expanded in her entire body, making her fingers and toes twitch and her teeth bite her lower lip. She slowly nodded, crawling down her bed onto the floor and sitting firmly on her knees to then look up, as Lemon Turner carefully and painstakingly got off his own bed and stood before Rarity, using his left hand to unzip his trousers while the right hand petted and ruffled Rarity’s hair.

“There’s a good little girl…” he said in a mellow voice as he then lowered his trousers -- and with them his bulging black boxers -- revealing his penis at full mast in all its glory to Rarity, who promptly stared at it with a small dazed grin, in turn causing Lemon Turner to slowly push her head closer to his erect dick.

“D-do I have to…” she blushed deeply as she muttered, using her tongue to whip and rub her tongue against his cock’s helmet, which prompted Lemon Turner to grunt lightly in appreciation.

“Come on, little girl,” he muttered. “Open up your fair little mouth and drink daddy’s juice, so that you may grow up big and strong!”

Finally opening her mouth, Rarity let her incisives brush against his member, before finally giving a single blow, prompting Lemon Turner to hiss and moan, as he slowly pulled out, only to pull in a few seconds later once again and starting anew. Rarity shivered and blushed even further, as she felt his ruffle her hair once more, feeling a sense of itching arousal that blended well with the humiliation and sense of helplessness the whole situation gave, to the point she almost felt she was a decade or so younger than she actually was… as young as the boys that had populated her fantasies and just as powerless.

She rolled her eyes and let her mouth be filled with his endowment, letting one of her hands fondle his full balls blindly while the other one slowly crawled past the skirt and inside her diaper to massage herself. She moaned lightly, squirmed under the sensation brought by the act, blushed even deeper for the actions and the half-slurred schmaltzy words Lemon Turner was pronouncing.

Soon enough Rarity started to feel herself leak and drip in her padding, moaning and taking quick breaths as she savored the shivering sensation going up her spinal column and then turning itself into a pinpricking heat, serving as counterpoint to Lemon turner’s moans and grunts. All of the sudden, he started to tremble and shiver visibly, while his length started to throb.

Without the need of him to utter any word by a stuttered “Coming,”Rarity prepared herself to receive his fertile liquid of life directly through her throat and into her stomach, as it did a few seconds later, making Rarity gag a little as tiny drops of salt-tasting tacky warm liquid fell onto her tongue, while most of it traveled very quickly down her esophagus. There was a long, sustained wild howl of release and enjoyment at the act.

She backed her head away and he pulled his cock out, leaving them both panting and silently staring at each other, until he rapidly kneeled and kissed her on her forehead.

“T-that was… intoxicating.” He said, still panting, as he lightly scratched her chin. “Would you like to bring you the same… feeling to you, little one? Do you think you can handle some more?”

Rarity grinned and nodded, immediately hopping onto his bed, spreading her legs out and resting her arms bent onto themselves, letting Lemon Turner undo her diaper’s straps and baring her humid privates to him. The cold air caused Rarity to shiver and lightly kick the air just as Lemon’s fingers nimbly brushing against her labia and her clitoris did, feeling the previously barely-felt itch to increase in its intensity.

“Aaaww, are you cold?” he said while he fully removed his lower clothing and crawled up onto her, setting his chest against her belly and his right onto her generous breasts, while the other one attempted to keep on flickering Rarity’s sweet spot. “Let me heat you up then!”

She squirmed a little,her fingers twitching as the warmth brought by her lust grew, reaching boiling point and causing her thoughts to be obfuscated by her desire. Each touch on her genitalia brought a small shower of her liquid arousal, every movement of her clitoris brought a lip bite and a fastened heartbeat and desirable itching, each playful pinch on her nipples resulted in a lustful moan and a finger twitch. Her arms spasmed as they tried to get a firm grip on him and every hair on her body straightened itself at the chilling humid breath he was expelling.

“You like that? Eh, eh?” Lemon Turner muttered insistently, as his hands kept on stimulating her. “Yes you do, you little powerless girl!”

After minutes that felt like seconds to Rarity, her vision blurred in a mash of dancing stars, her ears hissed like a steam train, her smell captured smells never smelt before, her itching in her lower parts melted and spread by her veins all over her body, her arms dropped limp on the bed and her body loosened quickly, while her mind went blank, overtaken by the bliss. At this point, Rarity could only holler to express her very brief yet totalizing satisfaction.

She then dropped down, patting even harder, but with still lingering passing burning inside her, prompting her to get up and wrap herself around Lemon turner, passionately kissing him on his lips, much to his surprise, as he flailed his arms and struggled for breath for a couple of seconds, before dropping down onto the mattress and reciprocating the passionate kiss with an equally-strong one.

She disengaged him, lightly pushing him away and laying on her back, staring at the ceiling as she felt tiredness filling her.

“T-this… was very much worth it.” she muttered, as Lemon Turner fell down and laid by her side, hugging her sideways. “S-surely we can try again… another time.”

“Do you want to sleep here or do you wish to go home now?” Lemon Turner asked, leaving behind a somewhat tense silence, as the their pants slowed down considerably and their limbs went back to their original consistency.

“Give me a few minutes and I will go back home.” She said a few minutes later, still somewhat panting as she crawled down his bed. “But, still, thanks for the new experience, Lemon Turner. I shall consider iti n the future… well, that, and remember it for when it will not be possible.”