She had so little to entice her attentions today, much of her usual activities either already accomplished or delayed for another time- or ignored in favor of her own desires for empty space. Her music lessons? Hardly an effort for her any longer, her teacher’s instructions so easy to predict that every session now felt no more difficult than buttering her bread. Her tutor had fallen ill the day prior and could not be summoned lest he spread the disease into the household, so what information in the world he possessed would remain within his skull for a time longer. The skills of artistry bored her so greatly that avoiding her instructor provided more benefits than any knowledge he could possibly provide her. All that she had truly given effort to were her singing lessons, an hour at last spent upon more modern works than the aged hymns from days gone by that intrigued her not. With so much already accomplished, the rest of the day seemed to sprawl out before her with its vast emptiness, hours upon hours until dinner arrived and she would have to return to her role of royalty once more.
Diamond Tiara gazed about her spacious chambers, painted by the warmth of sunlight that spilled in from the open balcony, and sighed. She had so many books and toys and items that vied for her attention, yet not one of them could lure her for any period of time longer than a moment. Overflowing with riches and luxuries of all kinds, instruments that sat waiting to be played, and nothing intrigued her in the slightest. Surely there had to be something that could help cure her self-inflicted boredrom! After all, she had not deliberately avoided her responsibilities to simply lounge about in her room and stare at the plastering; time was meant to be well-spent, and this nothingness would not do. Surely a magnificent princess such as herself could conjure up something?
A small glance at the book resting upon the nightstand beside her bed, its gold lettering calling out to her bored mind and asking her to rest within its pages. She grinned, recalling the moment her mother and father had discovered she owned such a thing. ‘Tawdry, indecent trash’ they had called it! The sort of rubbish not even fit for scullery maids, and certainly not for royalty such as herself. “Not even fit for reading at a grog house,” her mother had deemed it; so of course Diamond made sure to give the novel a preeminent place amongst her things. As if she didn’t know the story was little more than poorly-written obscenity! What other reason did they think she’d bought it beyond her own titillation?
The smug expression she bore only heightened as she flickered through the pages, seeing where her own scribbles had ‘enhanced’ the author’s original efforts. Finding such a story that suited her own tastes was hard to come by, and this one had been closest to fitting the bill; all it had needed was a little change of cast. The poor farmboy had plenty of pleasing traits to admire: humility, gentleness, passionately romantic flair, and wonderful looks- the kind of person that was only improved when it was a farmgirl instead. Throughout the smut were her own little etchings, words scratched out and replaced with more suitable nouns and descriptions that fit her desires. A rich noblewoman and her illicit, forbidden romance with an impoverished peasant girl? Oh, the excitement that came from such a love! Diamond had allowed the fantasy to run rampant in her mind for days after- it had even given her considerable inspiration. Now, the pages flush with her own ink in the mix, there was no doubt that this book was a work of beautifully indecent art.
Try as Diamond might to focus on her favorite subject –or her additions within- the novel had rested in her chambers for too long to be of much interest right now. The words held within were titillating and enchanting, but to sit in her room and read was not what she desired for her intentionally free time. There had to be something better, even if the content was one of her favorite subjects.
But then again… The perfect royal regarded the book in her hands, mind focusing more on subject matter than its depiction. Perhaps this was a good start. Why not follow this rabbit trail to something enjoyable? Fantasy was all well and good, but she was not one content to just watch others play. Diamond set the book aside and raised herself from atop her bed; there was one out there who would be a wonderful companion for her empty space, and she might even know just where to find them.
The hallway outside her royal apartments were empty as Diamond strode back out into the world, but the sound of activity from still reached her ears. Was that a quick word she heard, muttered between coworkers before footsteps tarried away? And oh my- the sound of a melodious voice quietly singing a worker’s carol? Why, there could only be one person in the world who this could be, and it just so happened to be the one for whom Diamond sought. How fortunate for us both, she mused.
A slow stroll down the hall and about the corner was all it took for the beautiful princess to find her fancy. A feather duster in hand and happily singing to herself was Sweetie Belle, a lovely young maid who had recently come into the royal employ. It had been by Diamond’s influence that the young woman was hired in the first place, encouraging her parents to –oh, how had she put it?- cultivate a raw talent rather than hiring a more experienced worker. “She can learn,” Diamond had insisted when her parents had turned skeptical. Never before had their daughter shown an interest in the servants; why this sudden urge to take responsibility? “And you can start her off on a lower salary. If she doesn’t perform well enough, then sack her. But who’s to say a young girl can’t be a good worker?”
The ruse had worked, and Diamond had very much enjoyed her life since- and so had Sweetie Belle, it would seem. The young maid always had a smile on her face, constantly brimming with song that seemed to flow from her life wind from the sky; not even the grimiest of work seemed capable of dampening her spirits. Sweetie worked and lived all the same, happy and filled with a love of life. It had been evident since the bratty princess had first laid eyes on her, and had not once dispelled since; such a spirit was impossible to resist.
Including right now. Diamond’s presence had gone unnoticed since her turn of the corner, Sweetie Belle more preoccupied with her work cleaning the window sills along the hall than any company she unknowingly kept. Not that the beautiful royal minded; looking at Sweetie was just as pleasant a pastime as enjoying her, and there was plenty to keep her attentions occupied. The young woman’s bust was almost as luscious as Diamond’s own wondrous pair, kept in check only just by the soft-white uniform she wore. Not that such a garment concealed much; the skirt barely trailed down the thigh, assuring that any downward bend would see buttocks laid bare. The snowy gloves that went just beyond the elbow, the bow cinched about the girl’s thin waist, the darkened garters that were trimmed by white and clung to her legs, the silk collar about her neck, the frilled lace across the neckline that highlighted her cleavage, and so much more~!
Diamond had once bemoaned the mandatory uniform of the castle’s maids, considering little more than perverted, kingly indulgence by her father meant to keep his eyes forever satisfied by feminine flesh. But when Sweetie had entered their employ, she found herself developing an appreciation for such a garment. It really was so fitting for one so lovely, making the young servant girl even more desirable. Perhaps too much to resist.
A small cough to clear her throat was all it took to rouse Sweetie Belle from her working rhythm, realizing that she was no longer alone and giving a start when she took note of her company. “Oh- Your Highness!” Sweetie squeaked, promptly offering a curtsy as greeting. “I didn’t see you there!”
“‘Your Highness?’ I told you, you don’t need to call me that,” Diamond replied, pooching her lip in a pout.
Sweetie promptly gave a small blush; unsurprising, given how easy she was to fluster. “I’m sorry, miss,” the servant girl said, trying again. “I was only trying to be respectful. You know your father wishes it.”
“Aren’t we alone?” Sweetie was always so prim and proper, often requiring Diamond’s insistence to loosen up a bit. Even after their many adventures together, still she could not quite escape the hierarchy that tried to separate them.
“Umm… we- we are,” Sweetie replied.
“Then you know what to call me,” Diamond purred, taking possession of her paramour and holding her fast against the wall to allow her no quarter. “Come on, my little pussycat. Don’t you want to make me happy?”
Whether it be fear of getting caught in such a compromising situation or the sheer bravado of her companion, Sweetie turned a deep shade of red and couldn’t keep the embarrassed grin from her lips as she muttered, “Umm- Princess?”
“Getting warmer…”
“Diamond,” Sweetie at last managed to sputter. “… Darling.”
“There we go,” Diamond whispered, satisfied to hear the affection fly. “Was that so hard? I’d almost think you were trying to hurt my feelings.”
“No, I promise, I really wasn’t,” Sweetie murmured, eyes wide as she met her princess’ gaze at last. “I just- I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.”
“As if you could ever get me in trouble,” Diamond scoffed, the idea too laughable to ever be taken seriously. “A princess can have whatever she want, can’t she?”
“I- I suppose so,” Was the young maid’s answer.
“And right now… I want you to enjoy me,” The princess continued. “How do I look?”
She knew the answer already, but to hear Sweetie Belle say it would make it feel all the better. Especially when the poor thing would look so cute trying to take it all in! The hot-pink gown adorning her slender body was one of her favorites, a low-cut neckline allowing her lush bosoms to catch the eye of the world, and a high slit on the side to see her smooth legs visible. How her sleek hair would gleam in the light, like silken rivers of pale color down across her flawless features. Diamond knew full well she was the last word in beauty, as if such a fact could even be disregarded. She just loved to hear this sweet maid say so.
“You look- look…” Sweetie Belle tried to take in the fullness of the sultry princess’ loveliness and struggled, overwhelmed by the incredible silhouette that lay beneath such a gorgeous dress. “You’re amazing.”
“Aww, thank you!” Diamond replied, gifting her partner with a kiss on the cheek and setting her to giggles. “Are you sure? You’d better not be lying, I forbid you to lie to me.”
“No, no! You really do look amazing,” Sweetie insisted.
“Prove to me you’re not lying,” The gorgeous royal insisted, eager to hear more superlatives from the kindhearted servant. “Tell me how I look amazing.”
“I- I really love your hair!” Sweetie stumbled. “And- and your dress, and your- you always are so beautiful, Diamond.”
“And my breasts?” Diamond asked, one hand relenting from its place on Sweetie’s arm to play at the neckline of her gown. “Are those nice, too?”
“Umm.” Sweetie Belle couldn’t keep her eyes away from those delectable mounds, too irresistible for her to ignore when so blatantly emphasized. “I- I think…”
“Yes?”
“They’re perfect,” Came the answer.
“Yes they are,” Diamond murmured, the answer found correct and its speaker rewarded with a succulent, magnificent kiss.
It was always a marvel that the two would not immediately melt when their passions were ignited, the young women too deeply attracted to one another to resist feelings of affection for very long. Almost from the moment Diamond’s lips pressed against hers, Sweetie could only swoon at the touch and relish its intensity. Formality demanded that she escape this caress and find solace away from one so high of a station above her; not even the simplest kiss from this beautiful princess was she worthy of! But oh, the feeling of it, to be overwhelmed and loved by such a woman could not be matched by anything in all the world! Less potent than her paramour, the poor housemaid could only lean back on the wall against she was held and enjoy the sensation- not at all a difficult feat.
Diamond allowed herself the feeling of a contented glow as she watched Sweetie swoon through half-lidded eyes. She’d enjoyed making this sweet girl squirm beneath the weight of her words, flirtations causing her to fluster and struggle; but the kisses they shared? Unrivaled in feeling and passion, more wondrous to entwined senses than anything their young lives had yet known. Diamond had not loved many souls in her life, but Sweetie was the first- and most certainly befitting of the highest passions. The shining royal let her hands begin to slither across fabric and body, eager to entice her desired one into further depths of passion…
“Ooh- Oh, Princess! We can’t!” Sweetie tried to reel herself in, even though her hands now rested comfortably across Diamond’s bare shoulders and twitched as though eager to flow further beyond. “Please! I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me. What if we get caught?”
“So what if we do,” Diamond replied, casting aside the worries with the utmost casualness. “Aren’t I a princess? Can’t I have whatever I want?”
“But your mother- your father!” The poor maid was stricken by fear, her worries held strong for both of their sakes.
“They shouldn’t allow you to look so sexy if they didn’t want me to love you,” Diamond sang. “Do you want me to stop? Surely I’m not a bad kisser.”
“Well, no…”
“Good. Then where were we?”
“Oh...” Sweetie was absolutely torn, desire and formality in a heated clash to win out over her mind, the carnal desperate to override the sensible- and winning out in the end. “Can we keep kissing, please?”
“Oh, absolutely, darling,” Diamond said, promptly obliging as her plump lips fell back into place against her innocent partner’s where they belonged. This was what she wanted, what both of them wanted: to be entwined in scandalous, sultry romance for as long as they lived, consequences be damned!
With no inhibitions to slow them now, the two women truly came alive and let their feelings flow free. Sweetie tried her best to keep the pace with her princess’ romantic fervor but could only last so long, the intensity of her royal paramour so great that even her most passionate feelings could not last long against. Pressed back the ferocity of Diamond’s loving kisses, hands holding her body from truly melting beneath the heat, all she could do was swoon and cry out amidst this wondrous ecstasy.
Diamond allowed no chance for escape, too desperate to enjoy her lovely maid than give either a moment of reprieve. Hands that had so happily slithered across bountiful flesh to explore the curves and tracings of sumptuous body needed something firm to hold to, a tangible thing that would allow her the chance of expression. While her left sought out Sweetie’s pair to have and to hold, the other came about gartered leg and hiked it high, intending to see it wrapped about her own form. The cry came from the sweet maid’s lips, the singular moment all it took for royalty to come sweeping in with the potency of her succulent morsel. How fiercely did their two tongues weave together, the soaking dance heightening their passions into an overdrive. There was desperation, salivation, infatuation all together as princess and pauper bound themselves together all the more fiercely, moans and coos and cried ringing into the air as the two young lovers demanded the utmost from and for one another. Need was becoming hunger, necessity into obsession until they could no longer wait, love demanding it be made at last as Diamond pulled down Sweetie’s top and-
“OK, that’s enough! Stop reading. Stop reading!”
The trio had grabbed the weather-beaten diary with the intent of delving into humiliating, hilarious secrets. Scheming had proven successful, taking them to an aged clubhouse all but abandoned in the midst of an apple orchard where they had been sure they would be alone, safe from seeking hands and prying eyes that would demand the item’s return. When Scootaloo had first nicked the diary just before graduation, the operation had been a clandestine thing meant to be used later as a bribe. But that time had come and gone, the decrepit book now offering only humor for indulgent minds. With one last chance to be together before careers and collegiate futures called them away, they had intended to enjoy this last moment of hilarity together in relative calm. They’d even perused through the pages randomly.
This just wasn’t what they’d expected.
Apple Bloom stared at the young woman who knelt over the beat-up diary, Scootaloo staring right back without the smallest hint of a word to be found on her lips. They had been the most rapt audience of the three, most eager for a little fun at a one-time bully’s expense; it had been intended to be something lighthearted rather than anything else, a turning of the pages of time to days gone by when they’d all just been kids. But apparently Diamond Tiara had continued her scratchwork into later years- to include just last Wednesday, it would seem. And her fascinations of yesteryear had certainly faded, replaced by fantasies a little more... potent.
The young farmgirl tried to find an explanation in her friend’s eyes and swiftly realized there would be none unless she brought it about herself. “I thought this was her diary from when she was a kid,” Apple Bloom remarked.
“Uh- yeah. So did I,” Scootaloo replied, handling the diary delicately as though afraid filth would fall from its pages. “That was a bit- unexpected?”
“It ends right there, right?” Apple Bloom inquired. If not insisted. “Right?”
“Well…” Scootaloo continued to finger through the inkwork, her grimace only growing the further on she went. “Oh wow.”
“Oh no.”
“Yeah, so it goes for, like, pages,” the young woman assessed, too embarrassed to hardly even glance at the words below. “And is, uh, a little descriptive. Like, it’s kinda a fanfiction or something, but it’s with real people. And that’s- that’s a little weird.”
“Just a little. Sure,” Apple Bloom remarked drily.
“Jeez, I never knew she was crushing that bad. That’s a bit much, especially since- oh crap!” Scootaloo’s color that had begun to return disappeared as she recalled her surroundings, as well as present company. “Sweetie Belle! Yeah, right, uh- oh hell. You alright? I mean, I didn’t think it’d get that weird and all, and- Sweetie?”
The unintended, unexpected audience was quiet as the young songstress continued on in her silence, staring so intently at the diary it was half a surprise it didn’t burst into flames. She had been the one to protest against its theft in the first place, gentle nature not wishing for any sort of reprisal, kindness now rewarded by the most potent of awkwardness imaginable. Sweetie Belle said nothing, perhaps could not say anything at all in the face of such a thing. One could prepare for many things, but to be found the subject of a bratty girl’s sapphic fascinations was not something anyone could ever expect.
“Sorry, Sweetie Belle. I probably should’ve asked her to stop reading a while ago,” Apple Bloom said, clearly sympathetic for her friend’s plight. “It’s gotta feel weird, right? There was no way you could’ve known Diamond would ever be like- well, you know. Like this.”
“Umm. Yeah, yeah,” Sweetie said. Fingers came to play at her hair, a single curled lock fiddling about as the young woman regarded the whole scenario. “Can- can I see that diary for just a little bit..?”
Scootaloo gave her friend a cock-eyed glance, intently eyeing her as she crept closer to the still-open book. There was a strange sort of stiffness in her movements, a tautness to her lovely features- a hunger in her eyes. Something about Sweetie Belle was very, very off, and she wasn’t quite sure what. Or was she?
“I… think I’ll keep it,” Scootaloo said, a slow movement away in the hopes that further distance would break this spell. “You know. I dunno what I’ll do with it next, but that sort of- this stuff has to go, y’know?”
“No. That’s- it’d be mean,” Sweetie replied, inching closer. “Not your diary, and all, and- you know, it might not be too- too bad.”
“Uh, Sweetie, what in the hell are you-”
The hand darted out so fast that the young punkster hardly had a chance to maintain her grip on the beaten diary before it became a tug of war. Holding it as best she could, Scootaloo maintained her grip even as Sweetie tried to wrench it into her own grasp, the sudden struggle turning into a stalemate.
Apple Bloom gawked. “Uh, what just-”
Sweetie gave a smile and a small laugh- then tugged all the harder, both hands wrapping about the book and demanding full control, Scootaloo fighting back as the unexpected tussle grew in intensity. Whether it be the weirdness of the whole situation or something else entirely, the songstress was intent on acquiring the diary in full totality while her friend demanded the very same. On and on they pulled and fought, desperate to maintain their hold-
A sudden, fierce pull and Scootaloo lost her balance, falling flat on her face and momentarily loosening her grip-
Sweetie wrenched the diary free from her friend’s grasp and went to her feet, shock at so swiftly winning the battle that she remained immobile for a time. She stared down at her friends, and her friends stared back; her common sense kicked in and she darted from the clubhouse as fast as her legs would allow, racing down the rope and onwards to whatever destination now called for her.
“Dammit! Sweetie Belle, you better come back here with that! It’s mine!” Scootaloo roared, watching as the graceful figure of her friend ran with all her might away from them. “What are you even gonna do with it?”
“You don’t think she’s returning it, do you?” Apple Bloom asked. “I mean, that’d be really, really weird…”
“I- I guess? I dunno, it’s almost like she wanted to keep reading or something.” Scootaloo’s eyes narrowed as she managed a few proper guesses, instinctual response one of utter revulsion. “Oh what the fu-”
The sound of the doorbell ringing was always a nuisance to her; the likelihood that it would be of interest to her was low, traveling salesmen and guests of her parents more likely than anything worthy of her attention. Diamond enjoyed the solitude whenever she could, no demands of parental authority or concerns of staff to keep her occupied; when the house was empty was the only time she felt like she could be herself, free of all responsibility and at ease. She liked attention, yes, but doesn’t a girl need some alone time to be rejuvenated every now and then? The clear bells that alerted her to a presence at the door were not at all welcome, especially after many days of celebration and plans for the future. Try as she might to be her rude, sullen self, the beautiful heiress had to at least maintain a sense of politeness.
“Coming,” she muttered, walking down the marble steps towards the silhouette waiting on the other side of the glass door. “Always right when I’m about to have some fun, too. It’s like I can’t ever-”
The sight she beheld once the door opened was not one she expected at all, but still enough to make her heart go flying. Sweetie Belle stood there with hands outstretched and a book in her grasp, body tense and anxious as she was dressed head-to-toe in an extremely revealing black-and-white french maid’s outfit. Was it quite as she’d once fantasized? No, and nor was the woman wearing it. The look wasn’t purest white and not quite as scandalous, and Sweetie Belle was not some wildly curvaceous supermodel. But the look was cute as could be and the young songstress did have a pleasant bust all the same. And it wasn’t like she was wearing some mermaid gown, just a band t-shirt and some sport shorts. All in all, not too bad.
But how did she know? Unless-
“Did- did you steal my diary?” Diamond asked. There was a depth of horror she couldn’t quite name, and an embarrassment beyond anything she’d known yet. But then again, why was Sweetie dressed up exactly like she’d dreamed of?
“Scootaloo did. Right before graduation,” Sweetie Belle admitted. “Um… sorry.”
“And… you must have read it. Right?”
“She read it aloud. I listened.”
The two young women tried to look at one another and couldn’t quite manage to hold it for long. Diamond bit her lip and stared up at the clouds, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet; Sweetie took a downward turn and began to push about a few small pebbles that rested near the threshold with her pointed heel. And then-
“You wanna go to my room and make out?”
“Oh my gosh, yes.”
Author's Note
Got some commissioned work back over the weekend and couldn't resist.
Yes, I know this is trivial, useless nonsense, but I liked the punchline.
Enjoy, I guess.
