Do you need to be so addictive Diamond?
Diamond Tiara had always known what to say to get me to go back to her...she was like my personal drug in a way. She always knew the “how” and “why”, the reason my life seemed to be so…utterly boring. And, knowing that, she did her very best to make sure I never had a dull moment, at least when hanging out with her. She gave me hope, after all, even if our love was a secret - Above all else not to be discovered. - It was still love. And I, for moments, had the chance to believe in eternal happiness, eternal, and internal.
It was hard to believe my heart could fill itself more and with love...yet that seemed to happen every time I glanced at her eyes. Those pupils which, relatively small as they might have been compared to the entirety of Sweet Apple Acres, compared to her mansion, heck, compared to the whole wild world of Equestria, seemed to encompass my entire universe.
Yes, she had always known what to say to get me to come back to her. Oh, we fought, we fought a ton of times. We each were stubborn, stubborn as a mule (no offense to any mules who may or not be reading). I had my views...and she, used to her life of luxury and extravagancy, found our usual hanging out spot. - The old crusaders treehouse - to be overly bare. And her attempts at pleasing me with the easy life - the small gifts and things she bought me, the offerings from Barnyard Bargains. - Well those were pleasing in a sense, but I had always felt that her attempts at rewarding me for the companionship, spoke more of her loneliness (which she refused to admit), than of my willingness to accept them. I did take them - Out of grace, and because you can’t look a gift apple for worms, and all that, but I felt unusually dirty, whenever she went and gave me something. Specially something I couldn’t fully repay her for. I felt like it made our relationship uneven. - Even moreso, when she had already given me so much, even if she insisted on keeping this, on keeping us, hidden in the shadows.
After all, she had hidden depths to her, things that nopony else knew, but me. And when she had approached me with the intent of sharing our life together. Something I thought was probably crazy - Until she assured me she was truly meaningful with her words. And it was no joke. Her pink cheeks puffing out as she blew the air out in frustration, due to me thinking it was a joke. In an adorable fashion.
Yes, it felt weird, our muzzles touching together for the first time, it felt even weirder she telling me how she had practiced with her best friend, just with me in mind. A roaring feeling I realised was jealousy. Though I tried to justify it with the fact a muzzle touch was something special, shared between special ponies, not to be practiced like it was just another thing. Studying if you must consider it something. Although I felt that way, there really was no reason other than the one I admit to now, I was jealous, envious of Silver Spoon for having stolen her first kiss. Not that it was her fault. - My lovely Diamond could be very persuasive, and I don’t know anyone who could refuse her muzzle, so how could I expect Silver Spoon to have resisted it?
Yes, Diamond Tiara was like a drug, one of those my cousin Bab told me existed in Manehattan. I would always come back for more. Her lips as delicious as an apple fritzel Or perhaps even more so.
I don’t know, I never felt the urge to try those things, or even touch the sugar cubes (which I mean, my sister always mentioned), but I imagined it to be the same exact feeling, trying to come to grips with your addiction, only in my case, my addiction was to the best mare, and pony, in the world.
Sometimes we fought...like we had done some days ago, something from which we still hadn’t recovered. Contact all but forgotten. But, what with her being what she was to me. I guess my decision wasn’t too surprising.
I approached her house. The majesty of it had once overwhelmed me, but Diamond Tiara’s several attempts at getting me to longe there, stay for a bit more, so that we wouldn’t have to visit that “Drab” thing I had once called “The Crusader’s headquarters”. Now the Crusaders were not much more than a memory, and the scale of the building, done in a Prench style, didn’t really do anything for me. It just felt empty. At least the Crusader’s treehouse, when I wasn’t bumping my head against the ceiling was cozy…
I shock my head, willing myself to get rid of those thoughts. It didn’t matter how many steps I had to climb up from, or how many empty (but impressively) decorated halls I would have to follow, for the biggest treasure, the one thing that would never make me feel empty was in here. We could have talked at school, but her “rule” about us being seen together was still stuck in my mind.
It was almost as if we shared one of those empathetic connections Sweetie Belle was always going on about, unicorn stuff, despite both of us being earth ponies. Because, just before I knocked, she opened the door.
My eyes glossed over all over her figure, ever since I had been granted hoof touch to her face, and other parts, I could barely keep myself from singing whenever I saw her, her coat was as smooth as it looked, exotically treated with the best products available. Not like mine, drenched in dirt from fark work.
Not that she cared for it, several times we (or rather I) had left dirt marks on her sheets. Sheets that Randolph cleared, a twinkle in his eyes. I somehow had a feeling he didn’t miss what was going on between me and his master. Whether he approved or not...well he at least didn’t object, but then, I don’t think Diamond Tiara would have allowed him to objetct either way.
She looked at me in that sort of “I’m a dummy, please forgive me”, way, that we both seemed to get after a fight. Because as much as we fought, we clearly loved one another. - And I couldn’t help but grin.
“We’ll go public, we’ll be the new Lyra and Bon Bon if you want, just…” - Her eyes were big and filled with what seemed to be glittering tears. - “Come back to me? Please, I missed you!”
She hung a hoof inviting me, ever so slightly, and I couldn’t help myself, I jumped into that door like I’d buckle an apple tree in need of a buck. And right then I didn’t give a single one.
