Rich Diamonds
“The investment went up another ten percent… that’s great. Supplies are running short so I’ll need to send resupply orders in the morrow. Hmmm, I may need to go visit Big Macintosh and ask how the Zap Apple Jam is likely going to be this season. Now, what of the expenses?”
Filthy Rich muttered to himself the same way he always did whenever he was alone and busy checking the operations of his business, investments, and anything else relating to the management of his little monetary empire. Suddenly, his office’s door swung open and then closed harshly.
“Hmmph!”
The indifferent, pompous groan was enough to tell him who had entered the room. Without looking up to greet the intruder, he asked. “Have I not told you to knock first, dear?”
Another similar groan followed before Spoiled Rich spoke up. “I’m your wife, Filthy, I don’t need anypony’s permission to do whatever I desire. Having to ask you entry to your office? I find it pointless to perform. Why, are you hiding something from me, my dear husband?”
More than you know, he thought, smiling internally before setting his quill aside, tearing his gaze from the ocean of papers sprawled over his desk to finally look up at his wife. The mature mare was undeniably attractive: her cleavage was vast and her breasts were on the verge of spilling out of her dress. Her figure was that of a model even if she was thirty-nine. All in all, she was the kind of mare many stallions would die to sleep with and had given him several points for keeping such a fierce, voluptuous mare at his side.
Despite that, however, he felt nothing but revulsion towards the mare. “Of course not, Spoiled. Tell me, do you require anything for you to come in person and interrupt me at this hour? Has someone dared to walk on the same road as you have? Has the sun disturbed your sunbathing again? Or do you simply need more of my bits to spend?” He asked, his voice lacking even the smallest hint of emotion.
Spoiled Rich smiled contemptuously, using her arms to cup her breasts as she crossed them under her heavy set of mammaries. “You’re so cute when you’re trying to be amusing, Filthy. Do you detest me that much?”
Of course I do, you despicable wench, he thought a moment before he replied. “You’re my wife and the mother of my daughter, Spoiled. I could never detest you.”
Taking a step forward before replying, her smile changed to a more angered one. “Lies. Do you think I do not know when you’re lying, Filthy? We’ve been married for twenty-two years. I know you better than you know yourself.”
As I know you, he nodded. “Is there something between here and the point of your visit, Spoiled? I’m awfully busy as it is and I don’t want to rearrange my schedule just to please your overinflated ego. What do you want?”
“You know exactly what I want,” she said, nearly hissing every word. “It’s the same thing that you want.”
“More than anything,” he smiled. “But it won’t happen… unless you agree to my terms.”
“Absolutely not! I didn’t waste most of my youth on you just to receive pittance! You have two weeks before I push with legal claims and papers, Filthy. Give me what I deserve or lose it all, your choice, dear~,” she said in a mocking, seductive tone before turning to leave. “Perhaps something more carnal will convince you?” She smacked her prodigious derriere making her cheeks jiggle. “I remembered how wild these made you, my love~.”
“...” Filthy said nothing, preferring to glare at his wife until she left his office, singing her infernal giggle as she went. The door closed again and he waited a few minutes until he was sure she had left. He groaned and reclined on his armchair, closing his eyes in an effort to prevent a headache from striking him so early in the morning. “Not even noon and she’s already pestering me with her endless greed and egotism.”
His eyes traveled down to his desk. It was made out of the finest mahogany he could get his hands on and everything resting on it was extremely utilitarian. He liked wealth. He breathed capitalism. And by the Princesses, he was damn good at making deals, securing contracts, and further increasing his already considerable fat bank account. While he only possessed the status of a minor, relatively insignificant local noble, his wealth could rival that of the many houses on Canterlot. It was a secret he had kept from everyone except for his private accountant and his daughter.
The thought of his daughter, his precious Diamond Tiara, made his growing headache diminished considerably. Yes, he liked luxury but he was also a pony that preferred to be utilitarian. There was nothing extravagant or really valuable, outside of his documents and what was inside his personal vault behind him, except for the portrait that had a frame made out of gold and adorned with gems of various kinds.
He smiled and his stomach felt vacant for a moment after witnessing the treasure the portrait contained; in his mind far more valuable than the paltry gold and gems that adorned it were. It was a simple photo of himself, smiling softly, while Diamond Tiara hugged him and kissed his cheek after her nineteen birthday a few months ago. The best part was that Spoiled Rich was nowhere to be found in it.
“I better continue with what I was doing,” he muttered to himself, his headache evaded and feeling revitalized after seeing the photo for a full minute.
He continued to diligently work, replying to letters, checking every new and old contract that his secretary had left for him that morning and having to work through any new arriving ones. Work always flowed in his hands, but it was something he loved doing. So much so that when a soft but enthusiastic knock on his door brought him out of his zone, he realized it was already time for the midday meal.
“Come in,” he said, his voice flat and neutral. He expected to find his secretary again but instead saw his daughter walk into the room.
His eyes began to shine and a huge smile formed on his lips upon seeing the mare he loved more than anything walking towards him. Unlike her voluptuous mother, Diamond Tiara was vastly different. Her mane was straight and flowed behind her naturally instead of relying on an elaborate, near ridiculous mane style. She had always maintained a nice figure ever since she started hitting maturity and she had been blessed with the right genes from Spoiled’s side of the family. She was thin but not terribly so, her legs were slender, which were more accentuated thanks to the pair of skin-tight shorts she was wearing. Her hips were slightly wide and her waist somewhat small, giving her a nose, smooth shapely body and not the tremendous curvaceous figure of her mother. Rather, something far more simple and appealing to those who knew where and what to look for.
Her midriff showed her belly button and her flat stomach that had just a hint of enough fat to grant her an outstanding healthy look. Looking up, her arms were also slender and befitting of her body. Her breasts, concealed and kept in place by a blue-ish tube top, were small, nothing that could possibly compare to her mother’s giant set but her B-cup ones were simply perfect for her lithe complexion. Finally, her face was the picture of joy as a pleasant smile spread across her features, she didn’t use lipstick and what little eyeshadow she did use only accentuated her beauty.
“Let me guess, you lost track of time and forgot you had to eat again, right dad?” She asked in a knowing, playful manner.
“I can only blame myself for it. Once I submerge myself into my work, time is completely lost to me,” he replied, putting down his quill and pushing his chair back to distance himself from his desk.
She walked calmly, swaying her hips perhaps just a tad extra than necessary as she approached her father. She walked around the desk until she was in front of him, then, she turned around and sat on her father’s left thigh; her weight little more than an unpleasant pressure to him. “Hi, daddy~”
“Hi, Diamond~,” he replied in a poor attempt to imitate her voice. “What brings you here at this hour, Diamond?”
She tilted her head. “Do I need a reason to visit my father other than wanting to know how he’s doing?” Her smile slowly changed to a sly one. “Or maybe I just felt like visiting my coltfriend because I know he gets so wound up in his work that his health might be in danger if I don’t come regularly to force something down his throat?”
Now it was his turn to smile at her while his left hand took a firm hold of her waist, caressing her exposed skin. With a grope to it, he hummed in amusement. “Odd. I don’t see any food with you, Diamond. And what’s this I hear about a coltfriend? I demand to meet him immediately!”
She sighed tiredly but her smile never dropped. Putting her arms around his neck, she moved closer until they were slowly nuzzling. “Do you really can’t resist the urge to tell that same joke every time, dad?”
“I’m a stallion first and a father second. And, don’t you know it, both are equally corny and stupid. So yes, I deserve the right to tell bad jokes,” he replied, taking a moment to inhale the lovely scent of his daughter mixed with a tiny hint of perfume. His right hand moved now, easily and quickly landing on one of her exposed thighs before he began caressing and softly squeezed her pink flesh. “You mentioned something about feeding me, yet I do not see nor smell any food, Tiara.”
“Mmmmhmmmm~ I wonder, I wonder,” their positions shifted a bit, just enough for her to press her forehead against his. The two stared at each other’s eyes for several seconds or perhaps it was minutes. They didn’t know and they certainly didn’t care. They would feel their increasing beating hearts, see the love they held for each other reflected in their eyes. “I love you, Filthy.”
“And I love you, Tiara,” he replied.
A moment later, their lips met in a chaste manner. The display of affection lasted a few moments before they pulled back, took a breather, and then dived forth for more. Their kisses were simple, elegant, and deeply passionate. There was little reason to use tongue now, for their lip-locking was all they needed to express their love. When their tongues did meet it was only for a few seconds to share a quick, intimate dance before retreating to their respective caverns.
His hands caressed her thighs, waist, hips, and back while she explored his chest, neck, and shoulders. It was a wonder how they could prevent their tails from wagging happily was they enjoyed their passive make-out session. Minutes passed without much of anything else happening until, seemingly satisfied, they ended their wet union leaving only a thin bridge of saliva hanging between their lips as evidence.
“Thanks for that wonderful meal, Tiara,” he said with a smile.
Nearly purring due to his praise, she rested her head against his shoulder, they spent several minutes hugging each other simply enjoying each other's company. Finally, she spoke up again now that they had calmed down. “She came in the morning, didn’t she? It’s faint, but I can small her damn perfume,” she asked, her expression shifting to a slightly annoyed one.
He sighed. He had said nothing of the matter in the hopes of evading the subject for a while longer. “Yes, and she finally delivered her ultimatum. Either I give in to her demands or she’ll present papers.”
“...How much time do we have?”
“Two weeks. Maybe more maybe less. You know how fickle Spoiled can be.”
She groaned. “Why can’t that damnable witch just accept what you’re offering her and leave us be?”
“Diamond, don’t call her that, she’s still your mother,” he replied without too much force.
“She may be my mother, but that doesn’t mean she’s not a total bitch!” She countered. “What can we do?”
“I’m desperately trying to look for an answer as are my lawyers. The only reason she hasn’t pressed for divorce yet is because of what she’d lose in the process. She doesn’t know how much money I really… dammit. This became a damn mess,” a kiss to his cheek eased his burdens somewhat. “If there is one thing I must praise your mother for that would be her manipulation skills. The only reason I don’t regret ever meeting and marrying her is that she gave me my precious darling daughter and the mare I truly love.”
She blushed slightly. “Charmer. But seriously, dad, whatever did you see in her in the first place?”
He sighed tiredly. “She was, and still is, a seductress through and through. She used her looks, her charm, her personality, lies, deceit, sex… everything in her power to get into my pants, which wasn’t hard to do, and she had me hooked and caught in her nest before I realized the consequences of my own actions. I was such a snot-green, foolish, gullible idiot colt back then…”
Grabbing one of his hands and guiding it to one of her breasts, she pressed her father’s hand firmly against it, allowing him to grope it and feel her heartbeat for several seconds. “What if you offer her more?”
He shook his head slowly in defeat. “She won’t settle for anything less than what she demands… half of all my goods, ownership of half my assets, and profits… she is more shrewd than a cockatrice and as poisonous as a hydra, damnable wench!” He said in a rare moment of irate fury.
“There, there, sshhhh, shhh, daddy, I’m here. I’m here for you,” she tried to calm him down by kissing his cheek, neck, and nuzzling him lovingly. “...So… even when she’s gone, she’ll still be a burden on you?”
Filthy chuckled. “Worse. If she presses for papers it will only be a matter of time before she finds out about my real finances… and at that moment I will lose nearly everything.”
“B-But she can’t do that! Can she?” She asked, outraged and disheartened. “You haven’t done anything wrong!”
“I slapped her,” he sighed heavily, remembering the day it had happened.
She nodded. “It was during my seventeen birthday… I remember that,” she gritted her teeth. “But she deserved it. She was being a total ass to you and me and Silvy and everyone else!”
“I know… she was doing it on purpose. I was slightly tipsy and I couldn’t stop myself after… after…”
She silenced him with a powerful, deep kiss. They shared it for the better part of a minute as they hugged each other close. “I’m proud that she called me a failure. The day I stopped fearing her and fought back for once prevented me from turning into a bitter, self-serving mare like herself.”
“Yes,” he hugged her closer. “Oh, my sweet Tiara, I do not deserve a mare such as you. Look at me, I’m thirty-nine and yet here I am lusting after my own daughter, the mare that captivated my heart, and acting as that same dumb colt barely out of school.”
“And I’m a naughty daughter that can’t stand the idiocy of other colts,” she giggled before kissing him again. “Luckily for you, I’m not interested in colts, but in mature stallions, daddy~.”
Filthy embraced his daughter, the mare he loved, his lover tightly. The memories of the fallout of that incident came to his mind, still fresh on his mind. Some ponies had been sympathetic to his actions, having been there in the first place, but Spoiled had warped the story to such a degree that no real favorable opinion of him could be salvaged. His daughter and his work had been his only reprieve. The rumors and the hushed name-callings died in a couple of months, but he knew he had once more fallen into his wife's net.
The ambitious mare knew better than to use her best weapon right then and there. Oh, no. She had put it away and left it to grow with ample evidence to support the assault committed on her. He knew it was only a matter of time before she began pestering him more, wasting bits on frivolous things, and preparing for the inevitable divorce.
A divorce that would mean the ruin for his empire and would serve only for the enrichment of her coffers.
During that first year he simply tried to ignore it but she was always there, under his nose, in his shadow to make him remember what was coming. But on the other hand, that also served for him and Diamond Tiara to grow closer. Much, much closer. She was going through her own hurdles at the time but the more time they spent together, the easier it became to deal with the fallout.
Eventually, Diamond Tiara took a leap of faith a few days after her eighteen birthday… and kissed him in the way clumsy lovers would. He kissed back. And their relationship began. He had known lust, need, wanton desires. It was those things that put him in Spoiled’s hands to begin with.
But with Diamond Tiara, his daughter no less, he had learned what love really looked and felt like. Thankfully for both, they were not fools even though the feeling was mutual.
Now they stared at the other side of a shotgun’s barrel and saw no escape.
“What if she cheated on you?” Diamond Tiara asked out of the blue, breaking their moment.
“What?” He asked, taken aback.
“What if she cheated on you and you had proof, like photos and testimonies?” She asked again.
He considered her words for a moment before replying. “That… would be really useful. If I had such things, I could use them to force her into accepting a hard lump of money instead of what she wants, since it would be nearly impossible for her to win a court case.”
She smiled. “Well, I hope Celestia is looking over us, dad. I asked Silver if she could convince Featherweight to follow Mother around for any form of evidence.”
“I hope the Princess is not! Can you imagine what she would say if she really did see us?” They shared some forced, mirthless chuckles before enjoying a chaste kiss.
“...This is the only thing I don’t like about our love. That we have to keep it hidden. But I’m not some lovesick, stupid bimbo that believes love conquers all. It sucks, but I can live with it. For you, Filthy,” she said.
“I think the same, Tiara.”
Wanting to focus once again on themselves before she had to leave, their lips met once more. This time, instead of the slow, passionate exchange they opted for a more frantic, needy, and desperate display of affection. Their tongues coiled inside their mouths, their saliva mixing with each other as they slurped and moaned in pure delight; all whilst hugging closely, afraid to let go.
Suddenly, the door burst open and Silver Spoon rushed inside with a folder in hand. “Diamond! Diamond! You’re not going to… believe… what… the-?”
Silver Spoon watched her best and closest friend and her father looking at her with eyes bigger than dinner plates. Their lips were pressed together, their breaths were ragged, the pink mare was hugging her father’s head and neck desperately while his hands were gripping on her thigh and ass with tantalizing effort. All while she sat on his lap and both were reclined on his chair.
After a few seconds, Diamond Tiara broke their lip union letting several strands of spittle form in a vain attempt to keep their mouths collected.
“Uhmmm,” she began. “It’s not what it seems?”
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“So… let me get this straight,” Silver Spoon asked a few minutes after regaining her senses. “You two are a thing, right? A couple?”
“Yes,” Filthy replied without shame even as he couldn’t stop blushing. “That would be correct.”
“Right. Right. And this has been going for how long exactly?” Silver Spoon asked.
“A few days after I turned eighteen,” Diamond Tiara replied, unable to look at her friend in the eye.
“Okay… so, almost a year and a half… and you’re… okay with this? You’re, like, in love and all that? As in, you love each other, right?”
“Very much so.”
“More than anything.”
Came their reply at the same time. Silver Spoon sighed. “I knew there was something fishy going on with you, DT. You were so… happy. But I didn’t want to pry,” blushing, she then asked. “Have you two, you know, done it?”
“A few times,” Diamond Tiara replied while Filthy could only manage a raspy cough. “W-We’re always careful and use protection, though!” She said as if that could make things any better for her case.
Silver Spoon sighed, taking off her glasses for a moment to rub her bridge. “Okay… first, before I forget, the good news,” she presented the folder. “Featherweight finally found something! I think you’ll like what you’ll find.”
Diamond grabbed the folder and passed it to her father who was sitting next to her. Opening the folder, the stallion found a series of photos that presented Spoiled in several ‘compromising positions’ with some unknown stallion. “How?” Was all Filthy could stammer out as a wide grin spread across his features.
“He told me it wasn’t easy and we never told me just how in the world he manages to do what he does, but he got the job done. He’s, uh, asking for a hefty price, though, for his services. Ten thousand bits.”
“I’ll give you the bits when you leave, Silver. Thank you. And give Featherweight my thanks, too,” placing the pictures back in his folder and securing it inside his vault, he then turned his attention on the glasses-wearing mare. “Silver Spoon, you’re like a second daughter to me… wait, no…,” letting a frustrated sigh, he continued. “Look… You know what you saw. All I ask is that you don’t say anything to anyone and I’ll reward you with whatever you want. Name the price, it is yours.”
Silver Spoon smiled. “Thanks, Mr. Rich. But you don’t have to worry about anything. I won’t say a word,” she then blushed slightly and started to fidget on her seat. “B-But… if you’re… you know… free after your divorce then… maybe…?”
Filthy Rich and Diamond Tiara stared at Silver Spoon for several seconds with a blank stare. Blinked a few times. Then uttered one word at the same time. “Oh!”
The End.
Author's Note
Special thanks to anyone that read this!
