More than This

More than This

by Damocles23

Chapter 6: I Call It Peace.

The silence of that hallway is lit by the sound of frantic hoofsteps; hoofsteps fueled by undiluted joy. Tiara bursts into Applebloom’s room, almost tearing the door apart with a kick, leaving the yellow mare astonished. Her wide open pupils eye Tiara, who pants and wheezes with a wide grin on her face.

“Is everything alright, T-”

“He feels better” she whispers, trying to keep her voice as low as possible in the middle of the night. Every cell in her body, on the other hand, longs to scream and leap all around.

“You said that befor-”

“He’s back on his hooves. Finally! Finally.” She hops in place a few times, making the floor creak.

“What? Are you sure?” Applebloom jumps out of bed, keeping her voice low as well. A smile of relief appears on her face that quickly turns into amazement the moment Diamond locks her in a tight hug. This embrace is not desperate like the the others; for once, she isn’t clutching somepony for the fear of losing them, but just because it’s the right thing to do.

Just holding a loved one in her forelegs, expecting nothing in return. Certainly not for apologizing.

Bloom seems to understand this because she repays the hug with the same warmth and kindness. It feels just like a miracle: this love, this level of understanding... it’s not something that either of them could have predicted. Not even in a thousand lifetimes, but this isn’t just a common lifetime: it’s theirs. It’s theirs and it’s working the way they want it to.

Things are going Tiara’s way for once, since this string of misfortunes started.

“Ya see? That big mouth of yours wasn’ that bad—”

For the umpteenth time of that evening, Tiara’s big mouth swallows Bloom’s words of reassurance with a kiss; unexpected, yet so pleasant and brief. Their lips part before Tiara returns to hold the mare in the same crushing grip.

“It’s all thanks to you,” Tiara says deepening the hug. Warm tears rile up her cheeks, tears of gratitude.

“What? Ah didn’t do nought.”

“Anything.”

“Exactly!”

“I would have gone mad if it wasn’t for you. My daddy would have been a wreck if we hadn’t come here.” She gently pushes Bloom back onto the bed.

“Ya know, ya should thank mah sister fo’ that. Ah didn’t have any voice in this,” she says while wearing a sly smile.

“Shut up and kiss me before I change my mind, you ungrateful filly.”

Tiara is more than happy to do so, yet this time is far more intense than before, far from the tenderness they’ve shared since then. It almost turns awkward from the haste and conviction she’s putting into the embrace. A kiss made of steel, tempered in eagerness and relief: so strong and caring that her head spins for a second. The feeling on Bloom’s hooves running through her sides and withers makes her heart skip a beat. No shame lingers in her heart, and no guilt embitters the taste. It’s just her, Bloom and the touch that is a blessing, not a sin.

I’m not infected. It’s not my fault. Things are going back to normal. Better than normal.

The pinkish mare stops there, pupils shrunk in disbelief and staring a frozen gaze in front of her. The mare beneath her disappears from her vision.

Bloom glances around, not sure of what is wrong. She waves her hoof in front of Tiara’s eyes to no avail, not even provoking a blink.

“Um, Diamond Tiara? You okay?”

No answer. Tiara is absorbed into her dissipating doubts, speared by a revelation, by a sea of emotions amid a blue and calm surface. This time she can finally enjoy the silence: the accusatory voice at the back of her head is forever muted.

This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong . . .

No. No it is not.

“I’m not infected. I’m not infected. I’m not...” she mutters over and over, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

“Tiara...” Bloom lifts herself up, “what’s going on?”

“Kiss me again. I need to know that this is real.” She grabs Bloom by her sides and switches positions with her, allowing the farm pony to push her down into the sheets, while she tightly pulls Bloom’s hooves to her chest. The yellow mare leans forward and touches Tiara’s snout, planting a fleeting kiss on her nose.

Tiara blinks, her expression of tearful joy unchanged, and nods to Bloom to continue.

Bloom covers all of Tiara’s snout, forehead, neck, lips with little kisses. The touch of Bloom’s lips sends a jolt of lighting through her that shakes her very core and frizzles her already sensitive coat, but her heart doesn’t beat faster than usual. This time, fear holds no sway over her. Everything feels natural and automatic, right, for once. Tiara coos and pulls Bloom closer to her chest, almost yelping at the sudden contact of their coats. It’s like the surface of her skin is traversed by crackling thunder itself.

While the farm pony is occupied caressing and tickling her neck with her tongue, Tiara strains her neck and gives a little bite to her ear, spurring the other mare to reach the most sensitive spot of her neck. Diamond Tiara lets out a muffled mewl that stops halfway in her throat, soothed by the velvet sensation of Bloom’s tail that envelops her leg, stopping her limb from lashing out at the creaking bed.

Still skilled with that tail.

“Nnnnmmm... you still play with the Hoop-la?”

“Sometimes.” Bloom’s voice comes muffled through her mouth, buried halfway into Tiara’s chest. “Though ah’m not that good anymo.’”

“Not without magic, ri-Ouch!” A much fiercer bite than hers stings her skin.

“F’orry...” Bloom grins, still holding a small corner of coat between her teeth. “Ah thought ya didn’t like to talk about those days.”

“The past is dead. Dead and buried: it’s a new me.” She moves her gaze from the ceiling down to her belly, only to see Bloom staring up at her.

“And I thought I was the weird one...” a nervous chuckle follows Tiara’s statement, “What’s wrong? Why did you stop?”

“Were you right, then?” Bloom’s eyes shift to a confused, almost expecting look. Those amber pupils are wider than before, almost like a puppy dog.

Tiara sighs in relief. “After seeing that cute face...” she gives a quick nib to her puffed up cheeks, “...I am so right!”

A smile struggles to lighten up Bloom’s face; it falters for a moment. “Ya know, ah’m happy when ya’re happy...but could ya tell me wha’s goin’ on?”

“The fear is gone,” Tiara answers with a vacant smile. “It’s just gone. I thought I was hurting daddy, but he feels better. Way better. Maybe...maybe it’s not my fault. Maybe it isn’t anypony fault.”

“Took ya long enough.”

“Thanks for the consideration. I see that my plight was soooo important for y-”, Tiara’s gates of poisonous sarcasm are slammed shut by Bloom’s soft lips. The kiss leaves her stunned; it is only as her mind finally clears that she is perfectly aware of the joy, the good fortune she can enjoy. The moment the embrace of their lips breaks, Tiara looks into Bloom’s orange eyes with firm determination, as her heart never knew before.

“I’m ready. Like, completely ready.” With feral fervor, she switches back positions with Applebloom, rudely pushing the mare onto the bed and pinning her against it with her hooves firmly pressed on her chest. “I want you...” she purrs.

Applebloom freezes.

“Are ya really sure, Tiara?” she almost gulps. A drop of cold sweat crosses Bloom’s forehead, but her voice doesn’t tremble nor show any signs of indecision. “It’s all seems so, um, sudden. Ah mean, a few minutes ago you were so worried-”

“The past is dead, Bloom, I told you so. I have no reason to be scared anymore,” she leans closer to Bloom, mere inches from her worried face, “and I want to be happy, for once.”

“Oh, Tiara...” she brushes her cheek with a hoof, “I don’t want to force you, or anything.”

“I’ll be the one doing that if you don’t stop worrying,” a broad, ear-to-ear grin answers. The grin that never lets on if Tiara is joking or not: just the way the spoiled and enthusiastic mare wants it.

Bloom just chuckles nervously and looks the other way.

Tiara eases her taut grip on Bloom’s chest, no longer pinning her against the bed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Bloom faces again her marefriend, letting out a small laugh at seeing her determination fade into foalish shyness.

Tiara sticks her tongue out at her. “But I am ready. Ready for you.”

She seals another small kiss onto Bloom’s nose.

“You care so much for such a blank flank such as mahself?”

Tiara leans forward and whispers into her ear, “More than life itself.”

Her first love is moved by the solemnity of those words, so much that tender tears run down from her eyes and across her smile: a tearful, beautiful smile that mirrors Tiara’s own.

“Then ah guess we’re ready.”

“Yes, we are. Yes, we are,” she flashes another grin, planting her forehooves on the bed at each side of Bloom’s head. “Let’s do it right now! I want it now!”

Applebloom stills into a deathly silence. “...Do ah really sound like that?”, she mumbles.

“What?” Tiara stares, abashed.

“Nothing. Ya know, Tiara...Ah wanted this to be special. We can’t do it just on this boring old bed.”

“What’s wrong with the bed? I mean it’s a cute be...”, Tiara glances down and notices the gross sheets, obviously not silk made, and the total lack of exotic feathers in the pillows. She groans, “What do you have in mind?”

“The barn,” Bloom says enthusiastically.

“You know, the bed isn’t that bad now that I think about it.” She frowns at the world outside the window while Bloom keeps the same goofy grin. “But...why there of all places? It’s so...so...so. Why there of all places?”

“Well...” Bloom tries to wiggle out from under Tiara’s looming presence, “It’s familiar, nopony could see us or hear us at this late of night, and it’s weird.”

“Weird,” Tiara says flatly, cocking an eyebrow. “What do you mean by weird?”

“Yeah. It’s weird. Ah mean, nopony does it in a barn. Ah just wanted to make it, um, special, you know?”

A gleam of realization flashes in Tiara’s eyes, and she lets out a sinister chuckle. “Oh, Bloom...I didn’t know you had it in you.” She lifts herself from the bed, keeping a hoof to her mouth, shaking and guffawing. “You’re a pervert, Bloom!” She slumps down against the wall and explodes into a cacophonous laughter, shrill and unpleasant.

“Will ya please be quiet! It’s late, ya know!” Bloom hurries to stop Tiara’s laughter, but the lavender mare scrambles out of her hooves, possessed by her laughing fit.

“I’m sorry, Ahahahahaha! It’s just so cute.” She tries to suppress her wild laughter by actually biting her hoof. “Talk about the barn door that swings in some way and...and...hahahaha!” She returns to sit against the wall, still pressing both of her hooves to her mouth, almost turning blue.

“So, are ya ok with all this or not?”

The laughter stops dead, turning into a steel determination etched in Tiara’s blue eyes.

“Of course I am. In fact, why don’t you go there and wait for me? I have something to do first.”

“Checking up on your dad?”

“Always...” She stops for a second before exiting the room. She turns and gives Bloom a quick peck on the cheek, fleeting like the wind. “See you later...in the barn.”

Bloom returns an equally quick peck on Tiara’s nose. “ Ah will.”

Only a hint of an impish smile decorates Tiara’s mouth before she turns her back and runs away, defeated by the red flushing in her cheeks.

Tiara again reaches her father’s room with velvet like hoofsteps, fearing to wake him from a well deserved sleep. She creaks the door open with barely a breath and enters the room still enveloped in darkness. Her eyes get used to it much quicker than before, and she notices a figure lying on the bed, wrapped up in covers.

“Daddy?” she whispers. She hears a rustling of sheets.

“Mmmh? Is that you, Tiara?”

“Is everything okay? I just wanted to give you a good night.” She moves closer to the bed, so she can at least see his face.

“Well, you passed by before, Sweetie. You could have done it before, not that I'm complaining...” he searches for her face with a hoof to stroke her cheek.

“I’m so sorry about before,” Tiara says, still embittered by the discussion.

“Don’t worry about it, you-”

“No, I’ve been such a fool. This big mouth of mine always has something bad to say—”

“That’s true.”

“—But I want to change that. I really do. I know how much you...” She can’t say that word, that word can’t be associated with that mare anymore, but her good intentions stand true. “...How much Mommy meant to you. If you want to talk about her, that’s fine. It’s not her fault...”

Saying that tastes like poison in her mouth, but the moment she can see her father wearing a smile in the darkness, it’s worth it.

“I want to believe that things are getting better for us. Starting with you!” She leans closer to give him a kiss on his forehead, only to find herself gripped in a hug instead. A strong hug, remainder of better days and memories dearly missed.

“Oh, Tiara!” he says between tears, “You have no idea how happy I am to hear this. It’s the first time in ages you’ve called her Mommy.”

“I did? I didn’t notice, I-”

“Things can change, Tiara. And for the better. Always. You can change if you want, you just did.” A tear escapes Tiara’s eyes and rolls down her cheek, profoundly moved by her father’s words. He wipes away the wet smear. “Remember, you can have anything you want: If you want to be better, if you want to be loved...Just be yourself and I know you will succeed. You don’t need anything else. You’re better than this, nothing will ever change that.”

Even though she is a grown mare, the words of her Daddy are still the unquestionable truth for her heart. You’re better than this. That simple statement validates every moment up till now, making her finally accept who she is: her virtues and imperfections, her big mouth and the ponies she loves. Her father and Applebloom love the real Diamond Tiara.

It’s the only truth in her young life that she could aspire for.

She returns the hug without a care in the world. “I love you, Daddy!” she says in a broken voice, tears cascading onto the stallion’s chest.

“I love you too, sweetie.”

“Goodnight, then.”

“Goodnight, Tiara. And want to know something else?”

“What is it?” She breaks the hug and messily wipes her face clean.

“I’m happy you don’t think so bad of the Apples now. I like the fact that you and Bloom are friends.”

The red blush that smears across her cheeks is so intense that it can be mistaken for a terminal disease.

She hides her fierce blush with a foreleg, embarrassment almost choking the words out of her mouth.”Yeah, you’re right! We are great friends now. It’s just that...” She bites her lip, “But you said it! I’ve changed, so why should I care about what happened between two dumb little fillies? She changed too and...I guess I’ll let you sleep.” She gives him another quick kiss on the snout. “Night!”

She dodges the puzzled look on her father’s face, fleeing into the hallway as fast as she can. She hates herself for fearing how he would react if he knew what she was really going to do with her friend...But why worry now?

Why am I still worrying now? He said that I can be happy...

The cold of the night stings all the way to her bones, no doubt helped by the cold sweat trickling down her back. She checks her heartbeat: still as strong as a tempest and getting fiercer with every step she takes forward. Tiara takes deep, shallow breaths, letting the cold air enter her lungs to calm herself. She wonders how she can be so nervous and yet so content, so eager to do this. Anticipation grips her heart, anxious for time to be with the one pony she loves. No guilt, no blame lingers in her heart and she moves faster for fear of hesitation rearing its ugly head and breaking not one, but two hearts.

She slips unseen like a thief in the night to the their meeting place, noticing that the door is already half way open as both an invitation and a challenge. As if the wooden door is an open veil upon a yet unseen world. Tiara gulps and and leans her head inside to see, after taking a reassuring look at the stars above.

It’s like a blanket...

She immediately notices the yellow mare’s figure and a joyous smile appears on her face. Her heart quells and she enters the door, accompanied only by the creaking of hay around her hooves. Moonlight enters the building, revealing the figure more to allow Tiara to run to her and give her a hug, beautiful in its simplicity. The light helps Tiara see more clearly a distant memory reflected on the mare that she loves: her usual twin braids are loose this time and she sports a red bow, a smaller bow than the one she usually wears. Almost like...No, it can’t be...

Tiara sports the same amused smirk from before. Everything comes together the moment she looks at her mane. Maybe the past isn’t that dead, as a grown up version of that big pain-in-the-flank looks at her, puzzled.

“Tiara? Are ya ok? Is something wrong?”

Tiara facehoofs, snorting a laugh. “I can’t believe it...”

“What? Are ya mad at me or something? You don’t like it?” Bloom’s voice breaks into soft whispers.

“No, no, on the contrary!” She flies toward Bloom and surprises her with an affectionate kiss, just the way she would kiss a little filly. A kiss so sweet and brief, unlike any other they’ve shared.

Bloom doesn’t fail to notice.

The beige mare gives a nervous sigh that quickly turns into relief. She says, eyes closed,“Ah thought you would be angry fo’ that.”

“No, how could I?” The smile on her face beams on its own. “It was just so unexpected. I almost fainted, if you must know. You...” she parts a wisp of her mane to plant a little kiss on her forehead, “...you haven’t changed much, after all. Still that little, cutie, do-gooder, blank flank of those days.”

“Ah bet I look like a dork in your diary...” her leg shifts on the floor as she touches Tiara’s forehead with her own.

“You want to know a secret, Bloom? I only write there the things I’d like to forget.”

“Woah, really?” She recoils back, confused, as her eyebrow quizzically tilts up. “Even Silver Spoon? Ya talk a lot about her.”

“No. Not her. Never her. I already have a lot of things I want to remember about her.” A pleasant light warms her abdomen when she says that. “She’s my only source comfort when I’m too busy being full of crap.” For once, she knows that even if only a few ponies are close to her, each one is worth the world: her father, Spoony...

And Bloom.

Bloom chuckles, “Ah never thought ah would hear you say that.”

“I’m grown up enough to admit it, you know.”

“That’s why ah like ya so much,” the yellow mare replies, returning the hug in a much stronger grip. A warm tear hits Tiara’s shoulder. “There was something more in ya, something good, something hard to find...but so worth it.”

Tiara rolls her eyes. “You act like I’m impossible to understand..”

“Well, yeah actually...”

Tiara's failed attempt at sarcasm crashes and burns at the bottom of her stomach. Her pride doubts to recover anytime soon.

“...But not that much.” A weak smile from Tiara quells the fire from before.

“Ya showed that ya had so much,” Bloom continues, while Tiara stands there with a solemn look in her eyes. “How much ya cared for your Daddy, how much ya’ve changed for him...”

“But not that much...”

“Well, nothing is perfect. The thing is, Tiara, that...there was somepony worth loving underneath that mess.”

Tiara breaks at that, heavy tears erode her fears and their embrace dissolves into a passionate flurry of kisses all along Bloom’s face. Sloppy, uncouth, totally careless kisses; her body does all the work while her mind drowns in pure bliss. The rest of the world melts all around her, leaving her alone with Bloom’s laughter and muffled kisses.

This makes two...Two ponies that love me. “I love you, too,” she whispers into Bloom’s ear.

Bloom reciprocates her fervor and matches every blow with tenderness and care, making hardly a sound with her lips against Tiara’s. Her mouth descends along her neck and the young mare shivers, shakes by jolts of thunder in her coat.

Bloom’s mouth on her chest tickles and jolts her onto her hind legs, bringing the other mare’s face closer with her forelegs and burying her in Tiara’s coat.

Her hind legs buckle as Bloom’s tongue caresses her belly and something in her haunches moves and burns, something that can finally break free of its restraints and sing its joy. Something so pleasant and yet so alien to her senses that a moan sneaks past her lips, filling the air with the sound of a filly that has matured into a mare, at least in her heart.

Bloom’s mouth stops to lock itself around Tiara’s with a hungry greed and explores her mouth, meeting barely any resistance. It’s a weird smothering feeling, but at the same time delicious and enticing, so much that Tiara draws her own tongue and entwines it with Bloom’s.

Their hearts beat as one as Tiara’s marehood drips with need, letting small drops fall to the naked earth. Bloom’s eyes are closed so she gives a mental sigh of relief for her not having noticed it...yet.

It’s not so proper, losing control already...

Their tongues swirl and dance with each other, before breaking that wonderful kiss and leaving a trail of unashamed drool hanging between their lips. Tiara seals the deal by pressing her lips a last time against Bloom’s, like a sloppy, wet signature. Her cheek are so flushed that it almost burns; every cell of her body screams at her to take or be taken.

Doesn’t matter which.

Bloom’s blushing matches hers, but the mare holds her ground. “Turn,” she commands with a clear voice.

Tiara complies and bites her lip to suffocate a yelp when the farmpony’s strong hooves grasp her flanks. “Now lift your rump,” Tiara hears, and follows her orders like an automaton, powered only by the heat of the moment. When she feels that sleek tongue touching her outer lips she throws a throaty mewl, overwhelmed by the sensitivity of the organ.

After just one kiss...I’m a real lightweight! Just say something Tiara, so she won’t notice.

“Be gentle...” she sighs. Perfect... She facehoofs again, this time in her mind and clearly picturing her hooves slamming against her forehead.

“Ah will.” The firm voice is softened by a layer of Bloom’s usual kindness, so Tiara can relax a little as Bloom’s tongue gives an amateurish taste of her most inner sanctum, as if afraid to take a bolder approach and just picking around her fluids, almost timidly. This makes little difference to Tiara as the mere touch of her breath and every flick is like a sharp blow to her soul.

She moves her rump closer, inch by inch, leaning closer to Bloom’s head and closing the distance between their respective, yet underdeveloped, desires. She almost regrets her decision as Bloom breaches her defenses, dangerously getting closer to her twitching marehood. Her hind legs wobble as indecision erodes that previous determination. Tiara fights it and steels herself, concentrating upon the moment when Bloom lashes against her, finally tasting the mare where it matters the most.

Don’t lose control. You have to enjoy it, remember?

Bloom’s tongue moves almost animated by a potent force, licking the mare with sloppy but convincing effort. A faint gleam of pleasure finally builds up inside Tiara’s haunches and ripples across her spine. Her hindquarters stand firm as Tiara’s tongue hangs out the side of her mouth while the mare projects herself on that spot.

Applebloom learns new tricks as the seconds roll by, picking almost on instinct the right spots and no doubt helped by Tiara’s timed moans which ring like desperate pleads to her ears.

Tiara’s burning joy spirals out of control and drips faster and faster, lapped relentlessly by her lover, causing her mind to blur. Her moans descend into inelegant screams that fill the silence of the night with the sound of lust and love at their purest state.

Her voice comes out in translucent globs, crown gems for the coronation of the affection of two ponies that finally sublimates, that finally reaches the point that was hindered for so long. Every problem and confusion dissolves with every lap of Bloom’s tongue.

“Naahhh...” She tries to form some words, but to no avail, so she lets her actions speak for themselves and splays her legs further to grant her marefriend better access. She cranes her neck to glance behind and sees, framed between her four legs, the upside down view of Bloom pleasuring her and pleasuring herself at the same time with a hoof.

“You pervert...” she says between pants while red flush and cold sweat spreads further along her cheeks. Bloom tries to answer, but every word is muffled by Tiara’s flesh.

“Huh?”

“Mffmf!”

“Doesn’t work unless you stop...”

“...”

“...Don’t you dare stop!” she glares. Tiara’s first orgasm hits quietly as her thoughts collapse, almost unnoticed like something that is already familiar, like the blue of the sky.

It doesn’t make it less beautiful.

Her mind resurfaces for a fleeting moment from the sea of pleasure, like a swimmer gasping for air, and she knows she has to repay the favor. She wants to know how it tastes like after all...

“You know what? Uhn...” a powerful lash of her marefriend’s tongue gets close, too close and too sensitive. A spot that nopony ever reached. “Let me try it.”

Bloom removes her mouth after giving one last little kiss on Tiara’s sex and lays upon the ground spraying her legs with hardly a word.

Tiara turns, paying little attention to her sore haunches, and takes a moment to admire Bloom’s sex. A darker shade of pink than her own and more bulging, almost vulgar in its form and yet so inviting. There is a perfectness in that rough, round appearance; the way her clit jots out at the top of her slit is an elegance of its own.

Tiara tries to give a tentative lick and slowly leans forward, closing her eyes and sticking her tongue out...before being grabbed by a pair of hooves and rammed against Bloom’s marehood. She yelps against her depths before her tongue moves on its own.

Oh, you’re so paying for this!

Tiara’s tongue flays and spirals out of control, invading every single one of her senses with a sweet taste and scent: the sweet taste of triumph, peace and apples.

Always with the apples...

A competitive edge posses her; her tongue lashes against Bloom’s dripping sex with impatience, reaching and delving every spot in a way that is both sloppy and incredibily effective as her lover releases moan after moan into the night sky and grasps both of her forehooves with her own. She feels closer to her as she ever thought possible, fully repaying that service from before with much more eagerness.

“Gaaahh...Tiara...” Bloom squeezes her hooves harder at every thrust of her tongue before turning into a blubbering mess. Every breath and movement of the two mares is a perfect harmony of flesh and lust. A hint of liquid squirts Tiara’s face, spurring her to continue with more conviction, feeling almost insulted by the gesture...or more turned on.

With no mercy, and no style, she delves deeper into her, tasting her lower lips and lingering just before the pink entrance, teasing her clit with just a few pokes. Bloom quivers and moans, leaving Tiara’s hooves and digging her limbs helplessly into the ground.

Tiara lifts her face, mouth still drenched in the abundant nectar, and meets Bloom’s gaze as well. A silent promise is exchanged and Tiara feels something absolute and powerful in those eyes, too grand to be of just one pony. A solemn act shared by two hearts, now united as one.

I still can’t believe it was you...

Her heart hammers against her chest and she loudly gulps, astounded by what this moment means to her. After a moment’s pause, she resumes her dance. This time, she grows accustomed to the quiver of Bloom’s vagina, and with a much calmer pace shows her affection and deep commitment in a series of long, drawn out licks to her marehood. The moment she feels Bloom’s tight brushing against her mane sends a warm down her spine; never before has she felt so loved and protected, appreciated for who she is.

When Bloom cums, exhausted with a throaty gasp, she can finally drink her juices to prove that she loves everything that comes from her. Tiara finally understands what she meant before.

The way her father was smiling at her...

The way that Bloom became hers...

They both saw what Tiara couln’t see until this moment. Something worthy of being acknowledged. With every step that takes toward her, she believes more and more in this simple truth and falls into Bloom’s embrace. Circled by her strong forelegs she says it again, this time in a clear tone and without tearing up, proud of her love and what she is.

“I love you, Applebloom.”

“And I love you, Diamond Tiara,” she says with eyes half closed, deepening the hug. “ Ah love ya more than life itself.”

The snarky remark about accent dies in her throat before she can find a way to articulate it, but it doesn’t matter. Her heart tells her that Bloom meant it as much as she did.

Life has never looked better and Tiara doesn’t need more.