Prologue: Love is a Messy Affair
Warning! This chapter includes the following kinks, some may find some weirder/more extreme than others:
Older Diamond Tiara, Older Silver Spoon, F/F, Domination, Romance/Intimacy, Cuddling, Teasing, Bondage (Kinda), Maid Outfits (Kinda), Non-Lethal Drowning (Consensual), Wet & Messy Fetishism, and most importantly Quicksand Fetishism
You have been warned!
Fired Glaze was an earth pony that lived in Ponyville at a local pottery shop. Some earth ponies knew how to till the soil, other earth ponies had a way with animals, and Fired Glaze just so happened to have his special talent in shaping the earth to his own accord. His dirt brown coat and brilliantly red yet frazzled mane were always caked in some odd splotch of dried potter's clay.
Vases, mugs, plates, whatever sort of pottery vessel you need he could have the order sculpted, fired, glazed, and painted all within the same day and ready for next day pickup or delivery. Fired Glaze was one of the fastest potters around Ponyville and many were just amazed at the speed and quality of his work.
One of the biggest secrets Fired Glaze has held is the key to his success: He doesn't outsource his pottery clay from a supplier. If he did that like every other pottery business in town, he'd have to wait two to three business days for his shipment of clay to come. And even then most average suppliers of pottery clay would have inconsistent quality issues! That would just not due for a pony like himself that prided his high-quality work, attributed in large part due to sourcing the clay himself and not relying on others.
Glaze's pottery shop operated on regular business hours, Monday to Friday with the weekend off to relax, although truthfully these he still considered part of his workday as they were the only times he could go out to gather more supplies without interrupting the flow of his work at the shop.
To keep his trade secret a secret, he would sneak out of town in the late evening just when the sun dips below the horizon. Hitching a wagon with a shovel, a lantern, and lamp oil Fired Glaze set off on a quick trot towards White Tail Woods.
By the time Fired Glaze reached his destination, the sun was already completely gone and all he had to work with was the moonlight and the flickering glow of a lonely lantern. Deep in the forests of White Tail Woods was the Cervine River, a rather calm but wide body of water that snaked peacefully between the trees. It was quite a shallow river too, shallow enough that somepony could walk across without even getting their knees wet. The river was a popular place for the citizens of Ponyville to hang out if they wanted to get away from it all thanks to the peaceful and tranquil nature of the White Tail Woods. And unlike the Everfree Forest, the ponies had complete control over the region, meaning there weren't any dangerous critters hanging about.
However, Fired Glaze's destination was not the Cervine River, but instead, a stream that fed into the river itself. It is easy to overlook since the stream was a little more than a trickle and was mostly covered with low, thick brush. Glaze found the source of the stream a while back whilst exploring for a potential supply and he found the source of all his high-quality clay.
Deep in the unmarked areas of the woods was an open clearing in the trees, small enough to not notice from the air but large enough from the ground to be apparent. A small natural spring bubbled up through the earth with small pools of water seeping in several places. The soil was soaked and saturated with water, creating a very swampy or boggish atmosphere around the clearing.
The ground was littered with moss and grass with bare patches here and there showing nothing but the darkened beige ground underneath. To the unassuming eye, they'd just see a simple clearing and move on.
To Fired Glaze on the other hoof, his eyes looked upon the vast number of beautiful flowers ranging from light violet to a brilliant yellow sticking up between the tall grasses: Iris and goldenrod plants. The iris and goldenrods are types of flower that grows well in extremely clay-saturated soil whereas many other plants would not.
Their abundance in this open clearing was like his own trade-secret "X-Marks-The-Spot"
Whilst he didn't pursue his family's wishes in running the long-standing family-owned flower shop, those boring lessons in botany when he was a foal certainly came in handy this time around. He thought about sending a lovely white-painted vase with a few iris flowers in it to his mom just as a good gesture.
"Fallow Swamp", as he so affectionately named the boggy clearing. He never saw this place marked on the map, in fact on any map it just looked like your average treetop canopy. His very own secluded clay resource that only he knew about, all for his taking!
Fired Glaze got to quick work as he usually did, hanging his lantern on a nearby tree branch as he picked a randomly exposed hole in between all of the grass and moss and began to dig in. Breaking ground on the surface, which seemed dark but still solid enough to walk on, gave way to a silty oozing sludge underneath that behaved a lot like thick, wet cake batter.
Actually, one could describe the entirety of Fallow Swamp to be like an underbaked brownie. The outside looked hard and crispy, but with a slight amount of pressure in the right places your hoof would break through the thin, crispy, and cracked exterior before being plunged into a thick and gooey uncooked brownie batter center. And right now, Glaze was digging right into the thinnest parts of the brownie shell.
He shoveled that stuff right into his wagon in a flurry, not taking a break once to even have a small snack. The timing was everything if he were to keep his secret all to himself, sneaking back into Ponyville at the crack of dawn before even the mail pony could do his rounds around town.
The tan water-logged clay sloshed back and forth inside of his wagon, the dark and slimy texture coating every inch of the clean wooden panels inside. Digging his shovel deeper into the hole, it began to collapse around his shovel as the water-saturated soil did not have much structural integrity to itself. At one point the head of Glaze's shove got completely encased, and it took a substantial amount of pulling to pry it out of the suctioning slop. He had to be careful, however, because that's how he lost a shovel one time and had to call it quits once it got buried underneath the sucking surface and was nigh impossible to pull out.
He worked all through the night and several hours before dawn would break, he looked back to his cart with a pleased but weary smile breaking out.
Fired Glaze's cart had been filled to the brim with sloppy, wet, dark silted clay. His forehooves, face, and mane were caked in the cold slop but in a way helped keep him cool as he worked hard in the night. He packed up his things and hitched his cart onto his muddied back. The wagon had a considerable amount of weight added to it now and left deep tracks in the soft soil as he pulled away.
Glaze would make a quick pit stop down by the river just to wash up his coat and shovel before heading back to his shop. Even for somepony whose profession was quite dirty, he wasn't one to be tracking mud and filth all over the inside of his store if he didn't have to. Do you know how hard it is to clean fine, dark silt out of your fur? Let alone the grooves of a wood floor or the fabric of a carpet or sofa? He made that mistake once and he was not going to make that same mistake again!
And with the sun rising soon, he would not want to be caught out in the open with his prized material...
...Just as the cart pulled out of the clearing, a bubble came up and popped through the soft mud and the surface rippled and waved gently. If it wasn't for Fired Glaze's poor vision with the lack of a brighter light source, he would have noticed on the far end of the boggy clearing, a hole was punched into the soft surface and had been churned into a very fine, sloppy mixture. It looked a lot like the back of Glaze's cart where the muddy clay was broken up and quite sloshy like a thick smoothie.
That area of the bog ebbed and swayed about like something was lurking underneath and the number of muddy bubbles popping at the surface increased tenfold. Nearby was a coil of extremely thick rope tied securely around a dead tree stump, and yet the other end of the rope was nowhere in sight. It was underneath the surface of the churning mud puddle, pulled tight and taught as something was tugging hard on the other end.
Bubbles continued to froth even more violently to the surface as a large bulbous mound began to rise in the center of the oozing slurry. The thickness of the silty clay kept the tension together as the dark-toned mass continued to elevate to the top.
The lump of earth continued to rise to the surface until the tension of the mud could hold no more. Globs of the thick, sticky silt mixture started to break apart and dribble downward in big chunks, rolling down and losing its shape to reveal the vague outline of a pony underneath…no wait...two ponies!
Shapes of two ponies broke the surface, gasping for air like a whale would breach the ocean, thrashing about madly in the muck and mire. Their heads and hooves whipped around as they clawed their way out of the thick slop, throwing around huge globs of mud all around them.
The khaki-yellow mud of the bog was so thick and sticky, one couldn’t make out any distinctive features on either of the ponies. Earth pony, unicorn, pegasus, who knew? There were just thick, large splotches of muddy clay plastered all over their bodies. You couldn’t make out the color of their coat it was that chunky, and it was so heavy too whatever shape their mane took beforehand it was now just a matted and messed up jumble of hair.
“Ptooey!” “Phbleplh!” Both mystery ponies spat out in unison, and pair of rather long, mud-covered breathing reeds were flung off into random corners of the swamp never to be seen again.
They would at least explain how they stayed under the surface for so long without surfacing and grabbing the attention of Fired Glaze as he worked on the other end of the bog.
The duo of unnamed ponies began to spit mud out of their mouth and off of their lips as well. They began using their muddy hooves to try and clear out as much gunk from their eyelids as possible although it was not an easy task what with how sticky and thick the mud lay on their fur, sticking to them almost like a paste or glue. The weight of their bodies in addition to the weight of mud cemented to them was slowly sinking the duo back into the mire, forcing them to constantly fight against the pull of gravity.
Even with the difficulties of how sticky the muck and how sucky the bog was, both of the unknown ponies managed to get enough mud off of their eyelids to finally open them and see into the world. They fluttered their eyelids rapidly just to clear them up some more, and at last, there was finally something not-muddy to be seen on them!
The two ponies just sat there in the dark beige clay, their chests heaving up and down in a steady but heavy manner. It was a lot of work to get up to the surface and clean one’s self, much less to be under the muddy surface for several hours on end breathing only through a small reed.
But still, the two unknown ponies sat in front of each other’s mud-covered selves. They were sitting upright in the mud right up to their flanks with their ruined tails just barely sticking out of the top. The only thing moving was their chests to breath in the fresh, cold air through open maws as well as the slow sinking descent back to the depths below the longer they sat there…just staring right into each other’s violet and blue colored eyes.
In a sudden flurry, the two ponies lunged towards each other with a flash of fire in their eyes as they wrapped their mud-encased hooves around each other’s backs, their lips embracing in a long and sensual kiss. The creamy mud that had been churned up by the two’s flailing frothed and gurgled as a few bubbles around them surfaced to pop, spraying tiny speckles of dirt everywhere. But the mud was already caked on so thickly that neither of them noticed.
That and they were in such a sensual whirlwind of emotions that either didn’t notice they were slowly sinking back down into the mire. Or maybe they were noticing, because with each loud pop of a bubble “Blue” eyes would moan right into the “Violet” eye’s muddy mouth, pressing their whole body forward and further pushing the other one deeper, which only made more bubbles rise to the surface to pop. It was a sensual game of cat and mouse going on between the two.
Violet had been pushed deeper into the mud had been sunk down far enough that their hindquarters disappeared under the liquefied surface, pulling their ruined tail down with it. She didn’t seem to mind…In fact, she seemed to be digging it too.
With every pop came a moan, and with every moan came a push, and with every push, Violet would take their knee, which had been resting under the surface, and push it between the other pony’s legs which were submerged. The rubbing and grinding down there just escalated the fervor between the two random ponies.
Pop, moan, push, rub, pop, moan, push, rub, the cycle kept feeding back into itself with the only thing changing being the increasing intensity of each action following the cycle.
It would soon come to a point where they were now laying on top of each other instead of nestling one another in an upright position. Blue eyes was on top and became now chest-deep again, straddling themselves atop Violet eyes who had now sunk back down to Violet's neck and part of their face, forcing them to look up towards the sky in order to breath.
Blue and Violet Eye’s slow and sensual kisses of affection were entirely replaced by aggressive tongue-ings of the other’s mouth interlaced with full-blown screaming their passionate cries out. And Violet’s usage of the knee was now interchanged with vigorously rubbing a hoof down at Blue’s crotch region. No words were exchanged except for a stuttered expletive or enough moans, groans, yelps, and screams of enjoyment to fill an entire onomatopoeia dictionary.
Violet was embraced once more in a long-standing kiss with Blue on top jamming their entire snout onto the other. Violet’s head was being pushed down into the frothing, slushy mire as they could feel the cold line of mud rise up to encase their head. They had to even close their eyes as well for the mud line had gotten up to that point where their large saucer eyes were starting to be obstructed.
The mouth was stuffed full of playful tongues, eyes closed plunging sight into darkness, body suspended in a thick soup of dark mud that was a struggle to move around in, and finally hearing was muffled too as the encapsulated pony could feel their ears sink down below, their ears becoming clogged with mud and water. The only tether to the outside world was the muzzle, which had remained afloat due in part to the other not wanting to let go with the smooching.
All things would soon come to an end as Blue would reel back, basking with a very large and genuine smile as they looked down to see only a single muzzle, wide and agape, gasping for breath and moaning to the clouds in pleasure almost asking for a final kiss. Instead of a kiss though, what they received was the feeling of Blue’s hoof plunging under the surface to gingerly push Violet down by the chest at a steady yet slightly faster rate than before.
Most would be screaming for help or to stop, but not this pony. It just seemed like the acceleration of their eventual drowning turned them on even more with their maw being extremely wide trying to catch their breath. Even Blue could feel the other’s hoof leave their own crotch, but didn’t mind since Blue could feel the vibrations of Violet rubbing it out hard down there.
“Ah….AH!...AH!!!~…AAAHHHppmmmhpfm~”
The surface of the muddy hole undulated and swayed as the pony underneath was thrashing about from a violent orgasm that shook their entire body, and they were so preoccupied from the overwhelming pleasure of the situation they didn’t realize they had sunk so deep that their mouth filled with mud…although Blue could hear the very faint sounds of gurgling, muffled moaning down under as their hoof continued to push Violet down deeper and deeper.
A flurry of bubbles came to the surface rather quickly, a sign that the other had finally run out of breath with their mouth-filling with silty mud. The surface continued to heave and wobble about as Violet thrashed about, their orgasm not stopping even with no breath left.
Blue giggled as they could feel the rippling surface finally come to a standstill and Blue’s pony friend underneath came to a subdued suspension in the thick mud, continuing to slip further down underneath without the aid of Blue's pushing hoof. Blue reached down and cupped a hoof around the other’s back and pulled them back up to the surface, their head breaking through the surface tension and their mouth coming into the open air. Violet flopped up onto Blue’s shoulder, coughing up and spitting a flurry of mud and water out of their mouth and lungs. Most ponies would be furious or crying even at being brought so close to death like that. Most ponies that is.
“Oh my fucking Celestia!” she exclaimed aloud, tightly hugging Blue eyes in a passionate embrace, “DT, you’re the absolute fucking best!~” She nuzzled into Diamond Tiara’s neck, audibly purring and showing off her love and affection for the other.
“Heh…and you were pretty awesome yourself, Spoon~” Diamond responded back, gently nuzzling Silver Spoon’s muddy mane as the other mare continued to hack her lungs up to clean them out.
Spoon was still coughing and even shaking a little bit from the excitement that being on the edge provided but was obviously too weak to do anything. Diamond Tiara didn’t mind at all for she had become rather used to this whole shtick at this point. Diamond, wrapping the nearby rope around her hoof several times for proper traction, began to pull the two of them out of the soft hole that had been agitated into a thick slurry.
She pulled and pulled, the further away they got from the center of their slimy pit the more solid the ground became. It was still soft enough that they would break through the surface as both of their pony bodies were dragged along, but those areas were still relatively fresh and unbroken compared to the ruined pit they came from.
With enough tugging and pulling, both Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon reached a nearby grassy knoll that lay between them and the dead tree stump that held the rope. They collapsed onto the cold, dewy grass and stared up at the open sky through the tree clearing. It was that amazing time of morning where it was both dark enough to see the brightest glowing stars, but also light enough that the sky was awash in a canvas of morning colors.
Fiery reds and wistful blues intermixed with adventurous yellows, daring oranges, sultry purples, and a few blotches of the cold, lonely darkness of night remaining at the very fringes of the canvas. The colors of the sky mixed and blended together as streaks of intense pigmentations danced across the clouds into the boundless Celestial heavens. The hot flashes of day and the cold destitutions of night clashing together. It was almost poetic to the two of them, really, being the perfect visualization of the whirlwind of emotions that rocked through their bodies.
Neither Diamond Tiara nor Silver Spoon opted to clean the cold mud off their coats, despite both of them shivering badly from the lack of heat from being submerged in a chillingly cold bog fed by a very cold spring deep below them.
They opted instead to huddle close and cuddle for warmth, their messy hooves pressed together in a loving embrace.
Spoon nuzzled her frazzled head onto Diamond’s bare chest, opting to snuggle up into Diamond’s front legs, her own eyelids half closed as she looked off into the bounding sky. She was exhausted and wanted to take a nap, but the moment was too tender to sleep through so she endured. And the duo lay together in blissful silence, covered head to toe in thick, silty beige mud.
They just settled into the grass and watched as the sky’s colder hues gave way to warmer tones as night gave way to the day. Around them, the sounds of wildlife began to spring up with the sounds of lively bird songs overtaking those solemn chirps of lonely crickets. They were just lying down to enjoy the moment and not ruin it. Sometimes there was the occasional leg nudge or a stray hoof caressing the back of the other’s head. The audible pops of muddy bubbles off in the distance, what was once a catalyst for intense lovemaking, now provided a relaxing and calming reverb to the calm stillness around them.
“Hey DT?”
“Yeah Spoon?”
“…you know I love you, right?”
“Always will, Spoon. Always will…”
A couple of cute giggles could be heard through the trees before returning to the calm stillness of nature.
By the time morning had broken in and the sky was awash in a bright blue sky, the two ponies were nowhere to be seen anymore, although they sure did leave quite an impression on the landscape. There was still the large, bubbling puddle of churned up clay in the middle of the bog surrounded by the untouched surfaces that were somewhat hardened and baked in the sun, undisturbed (Save for the equally messy spot where Fired Glaze was digging of course). There were two very noticeable marks of dragged masses leading to a dead tree stump that lay on the edge of the swamp, as well as many muddy hoof prints leading in the same direction as the sunken-in cart tracks too. Aside from those disturbances, anypony who would come across the swamp now would just find a random mess with no discernible connection between anything, and just leave puzzled more than anything else.
Down the Cervine River was a long light cloud of silty clay flowing with the river, and going right into Ponyville if somepony was vigilant enough they would be seeing the trail of two wet bodies that had moved through town, opting to take back alleys and obtuse, longways around the main streets to get to wherever they needed to be. However, with the bright, hot sun basking down on the little town, the trail soon ran dry as the water evaporated into thin air. And to the early morning ponies that were out on their jogs or setting up shop or doing their morning rounds around town, it just seemed like any other average day where nothing interesting would ever happen.
Down in the higher-end district of the small, provincial town on the Rich & Rich Mansion Estate, deep within the walls if you followed the trail of the soggy carpet it would lead you directly to the master bedroom whose doors were locked and bolted tight at the moment. Inside the lavishly over-decorated room resting atop an extremely soft and fluffy looking king-sized bed slept Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, hugging beneath the plush covers and huge smiles stretched right across their sleepy faces. Their furry coats were soft and plush and very fuzzy as if they stepped right out of the baths and were blow-dried straight away. Right underneath the covers, Diamond had her knee lodged between Spoon’s legs with a very noticeable dark and wet stain that soaked through the duvet and down into the mattress.
Nothing a maid or just buying a new bed can’t fix of course.
Of on a far wall of the master bedroom, the archway leading to the master bathroom was the unmistakable signs of a deep cleaning going on. The nearby porcelain bathtub, which was honestly big enough to house four or five fully grown ponies comfortable, was filled to the brim with murky yellow water with bits of leaves and twigs and some larger clumps of sand and silt floating on top. Along the bottom of the lavishly large tub, a thick layer of sediment had accumulated and clogged the plumbing outright.
Nothing more bits and a plumber couldn’t fix either.
Hanging near an open window directly facing the sun suspended by clothes hangers were a pair of two soaking wet black and white lacy maid costumes. They were sopping wet and absolutely crinkled with much of the white lace on the maid costumes appearing to be dyed or stained a pale yellow that was spotty in many parts of the costume, discoloring both the black cloth and white lace. Right underneath the hanging maid outfits, a puddle of beige-colored water had formed as small droplets continued to periodically tumble down from the soaked cloth. The intense wrinkling could probably be solved with enough finesse around an ironing board, but the discoloration was definitively something else entirely that couldn’t be fixed easily.
Nothing even more bits couldn’t fix too. Besides, Rarity always enjoyed the business of well-to-do ponies and their orders whilst she was away from Canterlot. And if she was lucky she might run into Sweetie Belle again visiting her older sister and further their catchups over tea or someth…
GASP!
…Sweetie Belle!
Diamond Tiara’s eyes sprung wide awake, her mind racing with thoughts. She was mindful not to jump out of bed in delight though and startle Silver Spoon as she slept. Spoon he was too cute in her cuddly, sleepy state to wake up right now after such an exhaustive night.
But no, Diamond Tiara’s thoughts rested upon Sweetie Belle. Many lavishly lewd thoughts that ebbed and morphed as she sat there, stewing in her kinky mind. Thoughts of Sweetie Belle morphed to Scootaloo and then to Apple Bloom, and that’s when she also remembered both Babs and Gabby as well, of course! The entire old troupe of the Cutie Mark Crusaders! It was perfect! Too perfect, really.
Diamond’s heart fluttered at the ideas and possibilities that were gracing her head, and her pupils flashed a wild flame of passion; the same kind of flame Silver Spoon saw before finding herself being drowned in the mud under DT’s kisses and hoof pushing.
Diamond Tiara couldn’t help but wait to tell Spoon the amazing idea that graced her head that morning, she was sure she would love it. She could tell her right now too!-
No…no…she must let her rest. She went through so much already; to wake her right now would be too inconsiderate…
…okay, maybe just a little bit…
Diamond Tiara started to rub her juice-soaked knee around in circles slowly, the joint rubbing up against and around Spoon’s wet labia. Silver Spoon stirred a little, biting her lip and moaning quietly in her sleep.
DT just chuckled in turn, pulling her close friend in even closer so she could stroke her soft, silvery mane and nibble affectionately at her ear.
She wasn’t being too inconsiderate now, was she?
Author's Note
Hey, I just wanted to give a very sincere thank you for reading all the way to the end of my first chapter. I haven't written an erotic fanfiction, or just any fanfiction in general, since 2012. Since that year most of my writing creativity had been taken up by Erotic Roleplaying online. If you don't mind reading the long ramblings, it's fully detailed in my very recent blogpost. Also if you made it this far, I know this may be a very weird read to those who are not into the fetish, so let me explain.
Firstly you might be wondering "What the hell did I just read?" This is honestly a very fair question to be asking, given that the main fetishes featured are relatively unknown or people never considered them to be fetishes. The two main fetishes of this story are as follows: Wet & Messy Fetishish, and Quicksand Fetishism.
- What is Wet & Messy Fetishism? The fetish, usually abbreviated as "WAM", is a fetish that is derided from any acts that involve becoming wet or messy. These include things such as slime, pies, cakes, chocolate syrup, honey, shaving cream, mud, clay, peat, tar, water, etc. Being doused in it, dunked in them, rolling around in it, using it against others, etc. WAM does not include bodily fluids however, such as sweat, pee, or cum as those would fall under their own respective fetishes. In fact, just saying those substances fall under the WAM umbrella would definitively offend some people and their association with those fetishes haha. But in general, so long as it isn't a bodily fluid but is wet or messy, it's part of the Wet & Messy Fetishism. In short, the easiest way to describe things is if you took the Nickelodeon game show Double Dare and gave it an XXX-rated twist to it for adults.
- And what is Quicksand Fetishism? The quicksand fetish is actually a subcategory of the WAM fetish. Where WAM is more of a fun fetish that is grounded somewhat in reality, quicksand is more of a fantasy. Real-life quicksand doesn't truly suck you under like it is alive, but in the quicksand fetish, it sure does! And don't let the name deceive you as quicksand doesn't always involve sand that has been waterlogged. In fact, in the QS community, the more popular options for a "pit" as we call it are usually of mud, clay, peat, or a non-Newtonian fluid mixture. Rarely is actual watered-down sand used! The main appeals of the quicksand fetish partially stem from the messy aspects of WAM, but it is also mixed in with ideas and kinks of bondage and restriction, master and slave/pet play, voyeurism, danger, peril, "Damsel-In-Distress" scenarios, and sometimes even death. It may be hard to understand why such extreme kinks like that may interest somebody, but if you are a part of the Vore Fetish Community then the points of peril and bondage would make sense to you.
This brings me to my main and final point which I stated twice in the description if you read that. I originally planned to have this story take a dark turn of events, where Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, so pepped up on the high of being brought on the brink of death by drowning, want to experience that feeling in a way...but can't because they obviously have only one life. Well DT had the brilliant idea of using the old CMC troupe as subjects to use for their own nefarious deeds to the detriment of the other's lives. There was going to be a lot of non-consensuality, a lot of dark themes such as coercion, blackmail, pleasure at the sight of other's deaths, and even murder. All of this would, of course, be bloodless, the only deaths to occur would be drowning underneath the muddy surface, but it was supposed to be very negative-emotion driven to play in heavily with those theme of quicksand that I love so much: danger, peril, death, etc.
However, after finishing the prologue I overlooked what I wrote and started to think things over. I knew from the start I wanted to have Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon in their aged up late teenage/young adult selves be very close and lovey-dovey with each other, even when doing very evil and nefarious things in the pursuit of getting their rocks off. Think of the Netflix show Santa Clarita Diet if you've ever watched it where the odd couple stays together despite the very dastardly stuff they have to endure. That was my original plan, but after seeing how damn cute Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were I have to ask the question...
Would you, as a reader should you continue to read the future chapters, rather have:
A) The clopfiction continue down the dark path as planned with blackmail, crying, death, etc.
OR
B) The clopfiction takes a lighter tone and the heavy tones of non-consensuality are instead swapped out for consensuality and dub-consensuality at worst. (No death but definitively on the brink of drowning and playing with breath-play like what DT did with Spoon)
And just for future reference's sake, originally I was going to finish my darker tale of fiction and then create a whole new story that does the lighter twist so everyone had something that catered to their likings. That plan is still happening, but the order of whether the lighter or darker story comes first is up to you.
I honestly don't know what the demographics of FiMFiction is since I last posted on here in 2012 so I don't know how frequent viewers and commentators are compared to the past. All I know is that the active user base has decreased as the years have gone by so...I don't know how long to wait before writing a new chapter. Several days? A week? A whole month? lol...part of me wishes I wrote this back in 2012 just to get a more definite answer sooner haha.
Anyways, thanks for reading and I will take pleasure in reading the comments that are left. It was fun to stretch the mind creatively again for a non-roleplay adventure. Cheers!
