Author's Note

I am so... SO sorry for the delay. I'm doing all I can to get my stories back on track, but my drive is still pretty slow these days, so I hope this makes up for my long, LONG hiatus, peeps. As always, thanks for your patience and support, stay tuned and keep on bronying on.

Diamonds and Crystals

Panic rang among the streets. People were getting out of their cars, pointing up at the bridge. A police chopper was on the scene as well. Their troops had their eyes set on the culprit in question, which was a mysterious suspect in a trenchcoat with 4 mechanical arms. Two of the arms were holding a person each, a man in one hand and a woman in the other. The figure was climbing straight up and reaching the top. The terrified couple stopped trying to break free for fear of falling straight to their deaths.

"You're making a big mistake! We owned you! We sheltered you, fed you, made you who are because of OUR influence and funds and THIS is how you repay us, you ungrateful little brat?!" the woman shouted venomously, only to get slammed against the hard surface of the bridge.

"Silence! You obviously have no right to call yourselves parents," Octavia hissed back. The vengeful, experimented daughter finally reached the top of the bridge and pinned them down. "I've endured your disgusting, hideous, abusive behaviors for so long, I've decided to give you a taste of your own medicines! Now you're gonna know what it's like... to be forced to live a life with strings!" As Octavia made this threat, her vacant mech tentacle made a horrific pinching gesture, which freaked out her parents.

"No! You... You can't! We own you!" her father scowled.

"You try anything on us, we will have your head!" her mother said venomously, only for both of them to be squeezed even tighter than before. Threatening their "puppet" only seemed to anger her further. Octavia walked over onto the edge of the bridge and dangled her parents over the ocean, freaking them out. The people below the bridge could barely see what was going on, but could make out two adults being dangled over the bridge and panicking over them about to be thrown off.

Just when the "cruel puppet masters" were let go, you swung into action over the bridge and caught the couple with your webs and yanked them over to your shoulders. "Hey, look what I caught, I oughta go fishing around here more often?" you quipped with a laugh.

With them safely in your hands, you swung back onto the bridge and set the two down on the sidewalk, but then almost got slapped by the woman, only for her hand to be blocked by you. "Hey, whoa, whoa, I saved your hide and this is how you thank me, lady?" you asked. But the woman just kept trying to slap, you, but you kept moving away before backflipping onto the bridge. "You're obviously suffering from PTSD, Post Traumatic Spidey Disorder, so I'll let this go and get back to my job." ...no comment on that quip.

Without wasting a beat, you climbed up the bridge quickly and even web-zipped upwards a couple of times, evening running up the thing before reaching the top.

Too bad you didn't react enough to get grabbed by a mechanical arm. "OOF!!! What the?!" you strained to say before you were thrown hard onto the roof of the bridge. "Now that's a throwdown." you grunted before being lifted up from the ground and met eye-to-eye with the assailant. Only, you couldn't see their eyes, due to the goggles they were wearing. But you can tell she's pissed.

"How... DARE you! Why would you let those vermin live?!" she asked, fuming.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but human beings aren't vermin, they're not even close to pesticides, even thought they can be greedy sometimes, but still... what exactly your beef with this couple!" you strained as you broke free of her grip and backflip kicked her away, sending her flying into the air. You land on your feet and spun a web from each of your hands, planting them on her and yanking the lady down. She grunted in pain before her mechanical arms picked her up and grabbed you tightly.

She pulled you towards her, restraining your arms, hanging them in the air while she punched you in the face left and right and then threw you off the bridge.

But you were far from done with her as you spun a long web and web-zipped back at her with a slingshot kick, knocking her back with tremendous force. She fell over the bridge, but grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you down alongside the lady. The two of you were brawling throughout the fall until she broke her fall using her arms and you web-zipped up right at the last minute. But the lady was far from done with you. One of her mechanized tentacles grabbed you by thr leg again and slammed you hard on the ground.

She slams you again and again and again and then throws you against a car. You're left beaten and battered, but still barely kicking strong. She approaches you and pins you against the car some more while she gets up in your face all pissed off.

"Follow me... and their blood is on your hands," she whispers in a deep, threatening tone. You don't respond due to how sore you were. Seeing as you got the message, the lady lets you go and takes the couple with her to a new location while they screamed for help. As their screams echoed the farther they went, you groaned as you struggled to get back up. Luckily, there were only sore spots and no broken bones, as far as you're concerned, so after licking your wounds, you decide to swing off.

"Ugh... my first supervillain... and I get my ass handed by a calamari chick," you groaned, resting up against a wall on a random rooftop. "Who the hell was she, anyways?" you asked.

"I have got to be on the lookout. Somehow I know, this won't be the last time we cross paths. Still, I wonder... why was she so hellbent on killing those people?" you asked again, then realized... "Huh... wow, never thought I'd be talking to myself so much in one day." you chuckled. "Okay, enough of this, time to..." your thoughts were interrupted when you heard your phone going off in your suit. You pull it out and find it's cracked and damaged from the fight with that girl. "Aww man." you say before answering.

"Yo, what's up?" you say, picking up.

"Hey man," Oak's voice said on the other end. "Look, I'm sorry for sounding so disrespectful about that Spider-Man guy, but I'm just stating my own facts and opinion about him. Anyways, are you still mad at me or did you manage to cool off?"

"I'm cool now and I understand." you reply.

"Okay, that's good news. Listen, you gotta get back home ASAP! Word on the news is some psycho with these mechanical arms was seen roaming around Canterlot City, kidnapping two people. Hurry up and get here or she'll make minced meat outta ya," Oak urged.

"Right... on my way. See ya, bud." you replied before you both hung up. "Too bad she already made minced meat outta me during our... fight." Psh, who're you trying to kid?

Now that the call has ended, you made your way back to the apartment complex and changed out of your Spidey outfit and into your regular clothes. You walked out into the open and were about to head inside when all of a sudden, you heard the sound of distant panicking. The ground beneath your feet rumbled. "Uh... maybe that's just a natural earthquake?" you asked yourself.

But sadly, you were wrong. From around the corner comes the same mechanized tentacled lady, holding the same couple from the bridge.

People were trying to run away from her, yet she paid them no mind. As she was coming down your street, she passed you and was about to leave, but you got all stupid and ran up to her, grabbing one of her mechanical arms, but the lady pulled you up in the air and wound up bringing you face-to-face with her. "You've got serious nerves trying to play hero, you lowlife little wretch!" she said in a deep, angry tone.

"Uh... hands in the air? All of 'em?" you asked with a sheepish tone. She got even more mad and threw you against the apartment complex, just barely missing the window and got slammed hard on the ground before she dragged you back to face her.

But before she could even threaten you, she gets a closer look at your face and recognizes you. 'A-Anon... is he out of his mind or something?' she thought. But she stole her nerves and tossed you onto the front porch before fleeing the scene just as the cops were closing. In the meantime, you were groaning on the concrete steps, licking your wounds, but not literally, while feeling confused.

"Can someone get me the license plate number of that freight train that hit me?" you groaned, picking yourself up as cops passed on by. You watched as the cops turn the corner.

You then limped towards the front door and opened it up before heading inside. You made your way up to the room you shared with your buddy, Oak and then unlocked the door. As you walk in, Oak gasped when he saw you and ran up towards you, swiftly catching you in his arms. "Whoa, you okay?" he asked. Not saying a word, you pulled out the cottage cheese and gave it to him. "You look like you just came out of a train wreck, what the hell happened to you, man?"

"Uh... tried to do parkour down some steps... kinda failed," you replied.

"Well try to be a little more careful. Parkour is something you have to practice to get good at. Trust me, I've seen plenty of fails on YouTube, some of them are extremely painful." Oak warned. "Also, you might wanna head over to Rarity's, you still have to get some presentable clothes for any job interviews. You don't wanna go to one looking like some broke hobo, now do you?"

You chuckled in reply. "Point taken. I'll be sure to head over there after I lick my wounds," you joked, earning a light chuckle from both of you.

An hour later, along with a hop, swing and a jump, you made it to Rarity's boutique. You left your suit on top of the roof of Carousel Boutique. For added insurance, you heavily webbed up your backpack so no one get to it and made sure that it was extra sticky. After that, you snuck back down and went through the front door of the shop, hearing the sound of the little bell chiming.

"Just a minute, I'll be right there," Rarity's voice chimed elegantly. You waited behind the counter patiently while the sweet, alabaster beauty came out from behind the doorway leading to her workshop and she looked so delighted to see you. "Anon, right on time, deary."

"Yeah, I have my friend Oak to thank for that. If he hadn't reminded me that I had an appointment with you, I would've been late for sure. And I know it's rude to keep a pretty lady, such as yourself, waiting." There's a long pause in the room until you realized what you just said and blushed with Rarity. Though, yours was a much deeper shade of red than hers.

"Oh, darling. How flattering and so adorable. Anyways, aside from the delightful comment, please follow me and we'll have your measurements taken." Rarity instructed.

You nod and follow Rarity into the back of her shop where her base of operation is. You can see all sorts of fashion stuff and knitting equiptment and even some ensembles sitting pretty on display. You stood there, nodding at how amazing she is at her job. Surely, she'll make a fine career out of her clothing business. Maybe if your suit gets torn up, you can ask her to... no that's out of the question.

So, anyways, "Darling, please stand there while I get my measuring tape and do kindly strip out of your clothes, except for your underwear." Rarity instructed while putting on her glasses. Okay... how is it that girls look so cute with glasses on?

While pondering that question, you took off your clothes, except for your underwear, now being mostly exposed, right as Rarity got her measuring tape and turned towards you. But upon seeing you, her face turned fifty shades of red when she noticed how fit you are. Athletically built muscles from top to bottom, complete with a well-toned 6 pack, too. It doesn't take an expert to know she's probably curious of what you might be hiding under those underpants of yours.

But before she can think about getting a good fuck, she focused more on measuring you from top to bottom, though it was hard not to lose control. Seeing your manly, perfectly toned chest and six pack just made her loins grow wet and you didn't even know it.

Even so, she powered through her urges, taking every measurement she can from you. To distract herself from your sexy body, she hummed her lovely tune. You couldn't see her since you had to keep still, but you can still kinda hear how nervous Rarity was getting. This poor, pretty marshmallow maiden was growing hornier the longer she measured your smoking hot body while jotting down your measurements in her notes so she can be done with this torture.

Eventually, she finally finished and rose up with a sigh. "That should do it. Still, Anon... I am rather curious of where you found time for this... big change of yours," Rarity said. Her eyes scanning that eye candy which is your manly figure, trying not to drool.

"Uh... near the end of high school, I think?" Well, you're not lying. "Anyways, thanks for taking the time to make me some clothes, Rares. How much do I owe you when they're done?" Uh... you got one major issue... YA AIN'T GOT ENOUGH MONEY TO PAY FOR IT!!! Besides, your friend Oak probably wired the money for Rarity to make your outfit, or Rarity's generous nature will possibly... uh... now she's getting that look in her eye.

"Oh, darling... you're such a gentleman. While I'm aware of your lack of the proper funds... I do have a more... divine way for you to pay me. Why don't you be a dear and step into my office and we'll... sort this whole payment thing out properly." she suggested, taking you by the hand. Okay, you've been through quite a couple of kinky situations to know where this is going to land you. So, congrats, Mr. Lady Killer.

"S-S-Sure. Lead the way," you stuttered. Real smooth, casanova... smooth as butter.

But anyways, Rarity takes you with her upstairs. The two of you stop in front of a door and she opens it, showing what looked like her bedroom. She gently pushes you inside the room and then closes the door behind her, locking it tightly. "Now, don't you go anywhere, darling and I'll be right back," the alabaster instructed before disappearing into her closet. Heaven knows what'll happen next when she pops out. And all you can do is stand there in your underwear, looking like a big doofus.

'I know what's about to happen next. But I'm not sure if I'm ready for some hot, sexy love with Canterlot's most eligible marshmallow bachelorette.' Wow... just... wow. Of all the thing to think of Rarity, you think of this divine beauty as the most eligible marshmallow bachelorette?

Speaking of which, she's now seen coming out of her closet, all decked out in nothing, but her dark fuschia bra and panties, both which have trouble containing her massive bosom and big booty. Those wide, birthing hips swayed with each step she took towards you. It's obvious she's hungry for the D. This adorasexy marshmallow maiden then stops as her boobs graze your bare chest. She looks up with half-lidded eyes.

"Tell me, darling. Do you like what you see?" she asks seductively, squishing her soft, white mammaries against your chest and other parts of her body onto yours.

"I'd be lying if I said I'm not pitching a tent right now," you replied in awe. Your eyes scanned every inch of her sexy, flawless marshmallow body. For such beauty to exist is a blessing from heaven. She also felt herself blush, knowing you were checking her out and loving everything about her. She leans into you more, mashing her soft marshmallows against your rugged, bare chest. Her arms wrapping around you, one hand on your upper back, the other was brushing against the hairs on your head.

"You're such a darling gentleman, Anon. Come here and give mama some sugar," Rarity ordered, puckering her lips for you to kiss her. With a gulp, you captured her lips and wrap your arms around her gorgeous alabaster body, squeezing her soft, squishy marshmallow cheeks.

Rarity moans and giggles in the kiss and prods through your teeth, thrusting her tongue inside your mouth and dances both your tongues together. One of her hands reaches down to the tented boxers and strokes your hardened man meat. Rarity craved your dick and wanted it now. At this rate, you were starting to give into your own urges and picked her up in your big, strong arms. You held her by her big booty cheeks and carried her towards her bed while squishing her soft marshmallow ass.

"Mmmm, someone's enjoying my posterior, aren't we?" Rarity asked teasingly.

"Oh, I plan on clapping those cheeks in due time," you whisper in her ear. She shivered in delight and by the time you set her down, she pulls you onto the bed with her. She has you lay all comfy on the bed while she straddles on top, facing your pitched tent down below. She removed your underwear and got a good look at your taste beefsicle, licking her lips. While she's ogling your manhood, you massaged her ass some more and then removed her panties to gaze at Rarity's glistening, wet flower.

"Rarity... I know you get this a lot, but man, you're beautiful!" you say in awe.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho, you flatterer." she chuckled. "How sweet of you to notice. Would you care to have a taste of my special gem, dear Anon? I assure you, it'll be quite divine." Well, she did offer.

'Yup... I'm so clapping her cheeks after this,' you thought.

Not wanting to keep the lady waiting, you ran your tongue against her dripping vulva, making her yelp in surprise and she wasn't lying when she said it was divine. So, you licked her womanly area again... and again... and again... it quickly got to the point where you now buried your face in her wet vulva. She moaned in a very uncouth manner, but she didn't care. And soon, she captured your big, beefy cock and slurped it up with her warm mouth and tongue, moaning like a bitch in heat.

Rarity made fine use of her mouth, sucking your dick halfway and slowly about to go further while you slip your tongue inside her soaking pussy. Her inner walls leaked like crazy and your tongue did its best to slurp up as much of her juices. Her tight quarters would occasionally close in on your tongue.

Your dick would also throb inside Rarity's mouth from time to time. If she's this good, she's probably either dated a guy or two, or... she has a secret stash of toys to help quench her urges. But those thoughts are put on hold when you feel the wet, slippery sensation of her tongue swirling around and tasting your gigantic meat pole and her sultry humming sending vibrations up your spine.

A few seconds later, your balls start churning and your meat pole started growing, ready to burst at any moment inside Rarity's warm mouth.

But the fashionista had other plans. Removing your dick, she turns around to face you and positions her wet vulva directly above your Beef-hemoth. "Now, darling. Our fun has only just begun and I plan to make sure it's done properly, if you know what I mean." she said in a sultry tone. "Does that sound wonderful for my lovely, faithful customer, Anon darling?"

"Fabulous... and sexy. How are you still single?" you asked in awe.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho, you flatterer. Just for that, you'll be finishing inside me," she whispered. And with an elegant peck on your cheek, she lowers herself down, using your shoulders to balance herself and took in about half of your massive length. There was some resistence, but her lubing juices were just the thing to slip in easy, but can she handle your entire shaft? We'll just have to wait and see.

After she's used to your dick, she moves her hips up and down, moaning so uncouth-like, closing her eyes and throwing her head up. You can see her marshmallow boobs jiggle so beautifully, even if they're confined in their bra prison, the fabric can't hide most of her mammaries.

You get bold and reach around her back. You undo her bra and let it fall on your chest before you toss it away and check out her erect nipples. "Oh, darling. You naughty boy. If you wanted to have a peek at my girls, then you could've just said something, darling. Now mommy'll have to punish you." Somehow, that sounds real fun for you and judging from her sultry smile, she's looking forward to it, too.

This alabaster marshmallow soon leans down and plants her massive F-cup bosom against your face and smothers you in these fleshy mounds. You feel your urges take control and you shove the rest of your huge cock inside her tight pussy.

Rarity yelps and gasps from the sudden intrusion, feeling your mighty stick bulge through her stomach, shaping her insides to fit only your cock. This horny marshmallow maiden then gave a sultry growl and kept you pinned by keeping your face buried in her massive chest and rode you more erotically, slamming her hips down on your lap, panting hungrily. You moaned right alongside her and groped her plump booty while she kept her steady rhythm, keeping your face buried in her ample bosom.

"Such a big cock, I might just keep you all to myself, darling," she moaned. Her pussy squeezed and lubed your man meat, trying to milk you while making you hit deeper inside her. You spanked her naughty butt hard, making her yelp cutely.

You licked and sucked on Rarity's big, bouncy, bosomy blessings more hungrily and found your way towards her nipples and sucked on them hard. She gave cute moans and quickened her pace on your cock, emitting rapid wet slaps throughout her bedroom. You could've taken control at any time and moved your hips with hers, but you decided to be a gentleman and let Rarity keep taking the lead.

Eventually, she had enough of you smothering her boobs and removed them from your face, then decided to repay you by locking her warm lips onto yours. Her tongue brushed against your teeth, trying to gain access, which you granted willingly.

You and Rarity were swapping spit like you were married. You moved your hands from her booty to her smooth, soft back and curly, soft hair, stroking it tenderly. It's not long before the tingling sensation in your balls made itself known, ready to blow at any time. Rarity's insides got tighter and tighter as well. Your cock was growing inside her, quickly drawing you both closer to your orgasms. Rarity kept moving her hips faster and faster, then slammed down hard one last time, sucking in your cock deep.

It was enough to make you cum hard in her womb. She screamed in the kiss and sprayed her lady juices all over your lap, even on her clean bed sheets. Your cock kept throbbing and shooting large chunks of your man milk into her love tunnel.

Rarity eventually separated her lips from yours, inhaling deeply as her insides slowly filled up and her stomach bloating, making her look at least 4 to 5 months pregnant. She moaned some more, a cute blush running across her face, making her look so precious. You then moved Rarity off your shaft and set her down next to you before you laid back down yourself. With a big sigh, you and Rarity both snuggled into her bed sheets and she cuddled up to you, staring into your eyes with her big sapphire eyes.

"That was pretty fun, Rares. But, if you don't mind me asking, what made you want to do this? Isn't it gonna hurt your business or something?" you asked.

"Nonsense, darling. My business has been going quite well as of late. But the thing about my business is that it can be quite stressful when you have multiple customers with good tastes. So, when your friend, Oak, phoned me about giving you a new wardrobe, I thought to myself "oh goodie!" she chimed. "And because of all the hardships you endured in high school without that many friends, I couldn't help myself but want to give you something generous to show how much I care."

"Heh... well, you sure gave me a hell of a good time, Rares," you chuckled.

"That's wonderful to hear, darling. Back on topic in regards to your wardrobe, I've still got your measurements memorized, so I'll have your wardrobe done in a jiffy, darling. Consider this a gift for that astounding, intimate time you gave me, deary," she said before pecking your cheek.

"Aww, Rares... You're the best," you reply, flattered.

"You're too kind, darling," she giggled before getting up from her bed. "In the meantime, why don't you go ahead and relax while I get to work on your clothes." Yup, it's official. Rarity's an angel.