More than This

by Damocles23

Chapter Eight: What I Wanted to hear.

“Focus, Spoon, focus,” she mutters with resolve, “she needs you. That’s all that matters.” She repeats this in her mind countless times as she approaches that dreadful mansion.

It isn’t helping.

Every hoofstep towards Tiara’s front door feels heavier than the last, almost reducing her to dragging them across the ground. The cold of the night stinging her coat doesn’t help. It’s as if Winter had hidden itself, and then decided to jump out and bite Spoon just a couple of days after their “encounter.”

Almost like an admonition.

If she was paranoid, then she would think that Scootaloo was behind this mischief. Always something to expect from that pegasus...

On the doorknob, there’s another frill adorned card, even more sappy than the last one. Countless black roses around a pink lettering that forms only a simple word: Upstairs, followed by a smiley face.

“Well, duh! Unless she moved the bedroom...” The mare takes a look around with bewildered eyes, “Who am I talking to?” She lets out an exasperated sigh.

Spoon slowly turns the doorknob, and the moment the door is opened, her nostrils are invaded by another violent whiff of disgustingly sweet flowers, even sharper than the ones delivered to her place. This time, though, she can see a long trail of rose petals traversing the living room, unevenly scattered on the floor, all the way to stairs. She takes another look around to notice the absence of the servants once again.

Well, if she wants what I think she wants...I wouldn’t want anypony else, too. She can’t help but be relieved by that: mostly because the thought of Tiara scaring more those poor fillies makes her shudder a bit. That fiery, no compromises attitude is one of the reasons she likes Tiara so much.

But everything has a limit.

An eerie silence is the only thing in the large mansion, except for the awkward hoofsteps of Spoon. She tries not to slip on the petals on the way to the bedroom, and the distant fiddling of impatient hooves echoes like a gramophone.

“You outdated piece of junk.”

An angry shrill is heard a few rooms ahead, followed by a scratching noise. Spoon suppresses a little laugh from the unexpected outburst before the silence of the manor is overridden by the sound of a violent saxophone, scratching trough her ears. The instrumental part builds up slowly as she progresses through the hallway, music working its magic through her mind, and every doubt, every sense of loss and hesitation dissipates completely. Just like that night, just like the moment she finally had the courage to whisper: “I want you, Tiara.”

Always to the point; subtlety is for the weak minded. Yet she’s too much of a coward to tell her without the music,though. It’s too soon for Tiara’s broken heart and plagued by too many unexpected consequences.

It doesn’t matter now: The only thing that matters is to relinquish her will to the mysterious force that brings them to gravitate around each other. Her love for Tiara is a manifestation of the need for order in her little world; for any kind of order they can reach, and whatever spurs her is a symptom of that.

She is there to help Tiara, to make her happy again. It’s only the two of them and nopony else, as it should be: Twin celestial bodies that stand tall in the sky, intertwined in each other’s gravitational embrace.

Her mouth waters and her heart races when she sees the door of her bedroom, their bedroom. Yet another card gently rests on the doorknob: Inside.

Somehow, Spoon knows that Tiara didn’t think much when she wrote those cards, but the thought of the pony waiting for her, yearning for her passion and comfort, who needs that as the flowers need the Sun, shakes those foalish accusations out of her head. Finally, she gives the door a little push, opening once again a gate to a world of burning desire and fulfillment, of love, lust and need. A powerful need that only that grey pony has the power to quell...

A flash of pure magenta grips her shoulder in a crushing lock and squeezes the grey with ferocious tenderness, while a messy mane with stripes of the same color nuzzles against her chest and neck.

“Spoony.”

Tiara cries of pure joy are muffled by the grey mare’s warm coat. “I missed you so much.” The other mare deepens the hug, resting her confused, little head in the nook of Spoon’s neck, just below her chin.

On reflex, Spoon hugs her too, starting to stroke her mane while the corners of her mouth go up. The scent of flowers is diminished, but a faint hint of it trails Tiara’s mane and the few flowers she put on it. A couple of simple daisies adorn her, a strange choice given the more expensive one that she purchased earlier.

A little touch of simple class that adds something more to her overall beauty, but somehow it’s a different kind of beauty. She almost looks cute: cute like a small kitten soaked in milk or the smell of rain on a Sunday morning. Like a little filly who’s trying so hard to impress, but only manages to endear those around her.

Tiara in a nutshell, really.

That goofy, almost timid smile she wears is just icing on the cake. So much, that Spoon almost strains in mirroring it, swept away by the sheer energy she transmits. “Well, gee, Tiara...” she adds with a nervous chuckle, “you just saw me a couple of days and—”

“It’s always too long!” She brushes her cheek against Spoon’s chest with enthusiasm. ”I thought so much about you and everything and...and...” She lifts herself on her hindlegs and gives a quick but intense kiss on Spoon’s lips.

A second that almost lasts a century passes through her mind, losing herself in the blue sea of delight that her kisses always bring; sloppy, uncaring, careless kisses, far from the desperate tenderness or almost animalistic fervor she shows.

Tender. She never thought that this word could describe the Tiara she knows now. But she is, so very much. It’s a change so sudden, but at the same time so pleasing. A pony made of contradictions that keeps shoving new ones is in front of her, a pony very much different from anything that she’s ever seen or expected.

It’s almost scary.

Still shocked by the aftermath of the kiss, Spoon blinks a few times and gazes into the expectant look of the still beaming mare below her. ”Are you okay, Tiara?”

“I’m great, Spoony!” she shouts, her expression of manic glee unchanged. “Like, super great. Never been better.”

“It’s just that you seemed so...” Spoon bites her lip while the other mare keeps the same grin, “so different these past couple of days.” You were a wreck! It almost leaps out of Spoon’s mouth, but she doesn’t have the courage to say it. It would be mean, of course, but there are other ways to describe such a jarring change.

“Well, duh. Two days ago are not today, right?” She gives the grey mare another strong hug, before hopping to the flower covered bed. She lets herself fall on her back like a brick before patting the empty space beside her, inviting Spoon as she absentmindedly stares at the ceiling in silence. When she approaches her, though, Tiara still wears that satisfied smile.

Spoon sits next to Tiara, curling her legs beneath and resting on her belly. She lays there in silence; the moment of calm is interrupted only by the gentle kisses Tiara plants on her grey hoof. A more modest touch than the one Spoon would have preferred, but somehow still welcome. Spoon could swear that this sensation isn’t new, like something she has already seen or felt in a dream. A dream at Tiara’s side, perhaps?

Spoon’s hoof wanders to her friend’s cheek before she breaks the silence, “You think I’m weird, don’t you? Is that it?”

If Spoon had been drinking something at the moment, she would’ve spit it out in surprise, “N-No! Why are you thinking that I'm thinking that-I mean...” The earth mare’s sharp mind wobbles instantly, her defenses breached once more by the mischievous pony at her side.

“Yes, you do. I mean, I was a total crybaby back then and now...” she gives a long sigh, “I’ve been thinking... lately.”

“Didn’t you say, and I quote, that thinking is dumb?” She adds a little giggle to ease the tension she feels in the air. Tiara’s icy blue eyes just keep staring at the nothingness above her.

“I am dumb, Spoony. I’m like the Queen of dumb ponies.” She gives a little stomp on the bed with a hoof, pouting.

“You shouldn’t say that. Why do you think this?” Even though Spoon’s hoof is grasping Tiara’s with tender care, her mind dips into her injured core and finds something spiteful.

Now you get it?

She shakes the thought off and returns it back to the dark corners of her mind where it belongs. She shouldn’t feel so hurt, not after all Tiara had gone through...

...Maybe.

“Because I am, Spoony. Simple as that.” She turns herself onto her belly, still keeping a firm grasp on her friend’s foreleg that almost hurts, but Spoon doesn’t dare pull herself away. “I made you cry.”

“What?”

“At the club, remember? We had that fight over that stupid photo and I made you cry.” Her voice cracks, almost like she’s starting to cry herself. Spoon rushes to her side, crawling on the bed to touch her flank with her own.

“Still thinking about that? I got over it, but-”

“I hurt you, Spoon. You wanted to cheer me up and I hurt you. I’ve hurt too many ponies in my life and liked it; I’ve hurt ponies that cared about me and the icing on the cake was you.” She lets another desperate sigh before holding the bridge of her nose with a hoof.

”I’m sorry.”

She gives a quick push on her forelegs and swings them around Spoon’s shoulders. Warm tears rile up her grey coat for a fleeting instant. Spoon wears a content smile and returns the hug, basking in the warmth of her beloveds coat.

“You don’t need to-”

“Yes, I do. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.” She gives Spoon’s chin a little caress. “You’re the only pony I never wanted to hurt, but I did it anyway. You said you were to used to it, though. But I never hurt you before.”

“Oh, that.” For some reason, Spoon’s memory of that evening is muddled and distant. Everything before kissing Tiara is in black and white, grainy and completely faded, like a corrupted film reel. As if the only memory worth preserving is the pony that rests below her muzzle. “What I meant before was, that,” she bites her lip, mustering the courage, “I was expecting it.”

“Huh?” Tiara loosens her grip a little.

“You were still fresh from all of those awful things, you lost so much and getting a smile from you was going to be more difficult than I thought. I had to try, at least. I didn’t know you would think about her because of it.”

“Oh, right. Bloom.” Tiara’s face darkens and her voice slightly cracks when saying that name.

The grey mare would slap herself right now, after repeating the same mistake twice. She expects rage, the fury of a storm of pent up frustration, screaming and hurting. Hurting both of them.

Instead...Nothing. She just gives a little sigh and rolls Spoon onto her back, resting her head on the grey mare’s chest.

“I need closure, Spoony,” Tiara mutters. “I’m tired of this. It has to end.”

Silver Spoon just listens in silence, starting to stroke Tiara’s mane as she always does. As she loves to do. It may seem patronizing to some, but showing this kind of modest affection, this touch that is not as intimate as the one she’s been giving her lately, is soothing for both. Spoon has felt her nervous breaths against her coat so many times that starting this routine is enough to calm her nerves.

“What am I doing with my life? Answer me truthfully, Spoony: What have I accomplished right now?”

“Well, um, you have a great—”

“Moping. Moping and hurting the ones I love: That’s what I’m good for.” She buries herself in Spoon’s coat further.

Spoon can feel another little trickle of tears riling her belly. The grey mare was going to say: you have a great friend that loves you more than you can imagine...

“Geez, Tiara. Still thinking about it. I accept your apology and—”

“That night. I used you. And I didn’t think twice about it.”

Spoon’s delicate touch stops, as does her mind. She nudges Tiara away from her chest so she can stare into her eyes. The thought of telling the truth burns her insides, but it must to be told if their lives will ever return to normal.

“I know,” she says in a simple and solemn tone, “I knew the whole time.”

“And I said I would keep using you.”

“I was there, remember?”

“You told me that you love me. And I spat on it even though I wanted every sliver I could get. Even though your love is everything to me. It’s all I have left.”

“You’re too harsh on yourself. It wasn’t like that.” The words a slight bitter taste in Spoon’s mouth. Anything and everything to make Tiara feel better...

This is not my role, Spoon thinks. But...What if she really wants to..?

“It was to me! I’m tired of destroying everypony I love! I used you and I was damn proud of it!” she growls, contorting her delicate visage into a fury that a pony shouldn’t reserve for herself. Her gentle contour shakes in outrage and her hoof grasps at the sheets, eager to punch the face of this Diamond Tiara that keeps bucking everything up. ”I used you like a toy, to get rid of once I’m tired of it.”

“I didn’t mind!” Spoon yells, “I didn’t see it like that. It meant something to me! A lot! I’m here to make you happy, Tiara! I love you!” Spoon sees her friend, the pony that means so much to her, slipping away. She sees her returning to the cold abyss of despair that spurred her to such desperate acts. Acts in which they shared that moment...The grey mare feels horrible, a monster, because she comes to the realization that she wants her to suffer...just so she can be with her.

Spoon shakes and collapses in tears, as if a sharp piece of glass has stabbed her in the gut.

“I’m not worthy of your love,” Tiara continues. A sad smile, so sad that it almost can’t be defined as a smile, but a sign of peaceful resignation, follows. “I’m just a wrecked, faltering, mess of a pony and I won’t drag you to hell with me. I’m poison...Poison for the ones I love....”

“Why did you sent me the flowers?” whispers, Spoon keeping her head down. The sheets beneath her dampen of the slow tears she sheds.

“Because I thought it would be nice. I needed you, yes, but just because I wanted to tell you I’m sorry.” She sighs, deeply irritated, “I couldn’t do better, right?”

“Why the flowers, then? And the music?”

“To make you comfortable. Because I couldn’t think of anything better. Because I’m an idiot. An idiot who thinks with that thing between her legs...,Tiara slumps down on her bed and distorts her gaze from Spoon, staring at her bedside.

Spoon faces it as well and tears of joy rile up her cheeks when she sees it: Their photo stands there in a golden, elegant frame. That little moment of happiness stands repaired, at least for one more night, and in her room... Tiara’s room...

“That’s why I couldn’t find it anymore,” Spoon says, heart hammering into her chest and swelling for the love that she feels for the mare with the sad smile.

“It is something worth remembering. You are worth remembering, always. And I’ve ruined it.”

“I’m still here, right?” She adds a nervous chuckle to the tears. “If you had ruined it I wouldn’t be.”

“Because you’re too wonderful for the likes of me. I’m the first to admit that I like sex. I love being held, loved and caressed. I love being touched by another mare and touching her. The night felt so cold before I knew that I could share it with somepony else. I’m empty inside, empty of love and I had to grovel and manipulate you to have yours, after I lost Bloom’s.”

Tiara’s soul lies bare before her and Spoon can clearly see a bloody gash torn into her heart, bleeding pain. It always leads back to her and it’s not right...

“I should have been with you...” she mutters, her thoughts slipping from somewhere deep inside her, uncaring if they reach Tiara’s ears or not.

The magenta mare, though, perceives it very clearly and her jaw is left hanging.

“I should have told you from the start. I could’ve made you happy. Happier than you would’ve been with her. I would’ve never hurt you like that! Before you met her!”

“Spoony...” She reaches for her cheek before Silver pins her down on her back. Tiara gulps nervously and her blue eyes quiver. Petals fly and scatter all over the room from the bed.

“I would’ve never left you. Not like that. I was jealous of her, Tiara; I wanted you for so long, ever since you kissed me under that tree.” Her red eyes quiver before drowning in a sea of tears that cascades unto Tiara’s chest, adding to her amazement.

“You were my first k-kiiiisss!” Spoon sobs, her voice the sound of broken glass.”And I just wanted to kiss you more and more, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know what to do next because I was little and dumb and I loved hanging out with you and...and...”

Spoon’s soul is bare, just like she saw Tiara that night. It’s only fair that her love should see her like that. “You were my first...” she blurts out. “Well, ya know.”

“Oh, Spoon...You know I kind of suspected it, but you were so good that...” nervous and desperate laughs punctuate her speech, “I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I want you too...I want it to be different.”

“I like being hurt by you. It’s okay. I’l do everything you ask, anything to see you smile.”

“No, Spoony. It’s not right. Not at your expense. I’d rather die than see you like that.” She cups Spoon’s cheeks in her hooves and gazes deeply in her eyes. She removes with a delicate movement her glasses and places them on her forehead, so she can plant a kiss on the grey mare’s forehead.

“I want you to stay out of your own will. Not because of little tricks.” She brushes off the daisies from her mane, letting a long lock fall into her eye.”Not because I’m too weak to let go, but because you want it. Just what the mare, Silver Spoon, wants.”

This tender edge taking a hold of Tiara approaches its apex. Spoon sees her for the first time as really vulnerable, exposed and hurt and not taking advantage of it. Neither does Spoon, neither of them feels used. Fulfilled is the word she is looking for, fulfillment is what they got.

Just because you want it.

For once, Silver Spoon thinks of her own happiness. For once she remembers a lifetime of two ponies just having each other and being content, a love great enough to reach the stars. If her happiness is Tiara...then there’s nothing wrong with that.

For once, she takes destiny in her own hooves and chooses to stay in Tiara’s warm embrace, not because it’s her duty, but because this is what she desires. She yearns for it, having spent to many lonely nights alone and longing. It feels so right that it almost hurts, overwhelmed by the thriving force of life that this sentiment blesses her with. If this is the kind of pain she has to endure, Silver Spoon can live with that...

...And with Tiara...

The kiss they share is so tender, so sweet that it feels like the first. Or at least it was done right. Tiara’s smooth lips feel like a blessing, a romantic fantasy that comes true without any of the painfully reality. The broken mare feels like putty and Tiara takes a hold of her hooves, gently pushing her back onto the bed.

Spoon’s hooves run trough her feminine, slender curves and withers– locked in a tight embrace. Their kiss breaks for just the time Tiara needs to ask her something.

“Please, tell me this is real.”

“It always was.” She picks up one of the fallen daisies on the sheets and quietly places it back on Tiara’s mane, accompanying the gesture with a sweet kiss on her cheek. “This is all I need: just you.”

“I love you too,” a tearful laugh follows from the mare, “I should’ve said it before...” Tiara sniffles. “Back there in the garden...I should’ve kissed you, held you and never let go...”

“It’s not too late.” She locks lips with Tiara again, who barely resisting, fully accepting every bit of passion the grey mare holds. The absolute power of that kiss, the kiss only the two of them can share, shatters the shackles of pain, doubt and limitations. Their tongues meet and whisper tender nothings to each other: Everything, everything is possible in their world. At least for this moment the past is barely visible and the future shines as bright as the stars.

Silver Spoon finally has her special somepony.

Their lips part again, and start to softly explore each other’s face in slow, deliberate, butterfly kisses. Spoon tries to suppress a joyous laugh to better concentrate on her task as her lips reach the nook of Tiara’s neck, drawing out a lustful moan.

She grins and keeps on, mixing her soft kisses with daring bites, playful nibs to quench Tiara’s thirst and make her yearn for more. For once, it’s her lover that is on the receiving end and Spoon takes full advantage of it. Her tongue teases and taunts, exploring Diamond Tiara with mirth, indulging on every spot that raises her voice, just an octave, or warms the treasure between her legs.

An academic fervor overwhelms Spoon, and for a second Spoon the lover detaches from Spoon the intellectual. The latter continues her research almost coldly, gently rolling Tiara onto her side and enjoying the view of her sex between her still clenched hind legs.

The mare gives a tentative, deliberate caress, starting from the lower part of Tiara’s lips to her taint sex, causing the spoiled mare to explode into an ecstatic cry. Spoon looks at her hoof and sees the faint glisten of Tiara’s nectar. Listening to the latest in a bold streak of thoughts, she gives a lick to enjoy Tiara’s bittersweet essence.

“Who’s the lightweight now?” she giggles, basking in this new found craving she has found. She’s never been on top, but by Celestia she’s going to enjoy it.

“I am!” Tiara chirps, completely at her mercy. “I’m such a lightweight, ravish me. Oh, look at your hoof.” She nonchalantly points at her own juices on Spoon’s foreleg, “It’s so disgraceful! Just disgraceful!” She kicks a foreleg onto the bed while holding a hoof to her forehead in a hurt fashion. “Punish me! Punish me, my grey mistress! I am yours to defile!”

Spoon stops, jaw dropped to the floor, the mood of the moment completely spoiled. A nervous chuckle escapes her lips. “Um...Ok. I really wasn’t expecting that...” A a drop of cold sweat crosses her brow, to the dismay of Tiara.

“Well, I guess I had to try something, um, new.” Tiara tries to hide her marehood by clinching further her legs, but is stopped by Spoon’s wicked grin and her breath on her nethers.

“Not so fast, sweetie...” Spoon growls and lets her tongue run loose on the surface of Tiara’s pink treasure, bathing her lower lips of her unquenched lust, savoring every last drop of the nectar can’t renounce. The magenta mare’s hindlegs flail and kick, only to be stopped by Silver Spoon gentle grip. Her forehooves brush against her inner tights and spread her legs further to delve deeper and deeper, reaping from Tiara’s carnal satisfaction.

Diamond howls and moans with no shame, further fueling her swinging, voracious tongue. Her voice shrieks and vibrates with every lick, echoing the sound of her passion to the stars.

“Oh yes! Take me now, like you never did! Whohooo!” Their gazes meet again, only that Spoon’s can’t be defined as such: It’s a glare of challenge. Spoon’s obscene slurping is a promise to the spoiled mare, pledging her more than the petty possessions strewn about the lavish mansion. Her mouth fully encloses Tiara’s outer lips in an embrace that is tender, yet crude and sloppy. Spoon’s tongue flails one last time before separating itself from Tiara’s flesh. Before the mare can scream and beg more from her lover, her hoof moves down to her secret spot and brushes it, smearing more liquid onto herself.

Spoon doesn’t think as she mashes it with both hooves, soaking up all the bitter juices with voracious greed before letting her tongue get one final taste of her beloved. Moved by a desperate desire, her haunches move on their own and rocket themselves toward Tiara’s dripping treasure.

Once again united as one, Spoon feels complete. Wrapped in a tender genital embrace, she works at a much softer pace than they’re both used to, rubbing their sexes with a gentle edge to savour the contact of every inch against inch. Spoon works slowly, wanting the moment to last, delaying the moment when the pressure building in her haunches will reach its peak and will turn her in a deluded animal, wasting this precious moment for gratuitous carnal satisfaction. A thought lightens her heart,though: Tiara’s gentle smile of pleasure, far from the drooling maniac of their other times, and her tender words tell her they have all the time they need.

In the midst of the tempest of bliss wrecking them both, Tiara steels herself and bites her lip, managing to whisper a single word.

“W-wait...”

Her hips separate from Spoon’s own with a sensation almost painful for the grey mare, craving for more of that blessed contact.

The magenta mare leans herself down and starts searching under the bed, eliciting a curious eyebrow raise from Silver Spoon. Tiara reemerges from the lavender depths, holding in her hoof a plastic, double edged blue dildo.

Spoon gulps, frankly intimidated while her love gives an awkward grin.

“Like it, Spoony?”

The grey mare nods, never taking her eyes off the ridiculous flare...both of them. She doesn’t fail to notice the brutal thickness, and yet the sleek plastic surface posses an almost elegant length.

Tiara waves it around, and her eyes dance with it as she keeps talking, “You know, I just got it yesterday, and I was thinking how about me and you . . . ya know . . .” She sighs. “Now I bet I’ll look like an idiot, I mean more of an idiot, which I would be If i tried to use this alone and...”

With a sharp move, Spoon closes the distance between her mouth and her own, making her special somepony still herself and relax in the kiss, joyously moaning into her mouth. The item is still firmly grasped in her hoof, though. Spoon groans in her mind and just accepts the situation. If it is with Tiara, then maybe...

Their kiss breaks before Spoon grips Tiara in a tender embrace. She whispers into her ear, “I’m okay with that. Don’t worry.”

Mad glee possesses Diamond Tiara as she roughly shoves Spoony onto her back with a giggle. She awkwardly stands on her hind legs above the still nervous grey mare and gingerly grabs the item, positioning it with meticulous care in front of her sex. The tip of one end grazes against her pink wetness and makes a weak squelching noise while a few drops fall onto the sheet. Tiara grunts and gives a little push as the dildo slurps inside with ease, her face contorting into a grin of pleasure as the blue shaft disappears inch by inch inside her.

Spoon wants to say something, anything, but she’s too busy mesmerized. This contorted imagery of equine anatomy and plastic coming together just to pleasure a couple of ponies is something unnatural, but oh so rewarding to see...and to feel. Tiara finishes her job and finds herself the owner of a gigantic, blue plastic cock. She pants and glares at Spoon with a satisfied grin, causing her heart to race some more as the fire in her haunches rises.

“Now, how did this did work again...”

Tiara slumps down on bed and spreads her legs, allowing the plastic stallion flare to flop a little as she supports herself with one foreleg. With a nod, she she gestures to Spoon to mirror her position and the grey mare obeys, exposing her glistening sex to Tiara, which she eyes with greed.

Diamond Tiara takes a hold of the dildo while Spoon inches closer to the tip of the other end. The blessed contact happens when her outer lips feel the cold chill of plastic. She bites her lip, trying not to yelp while she takes another look at the plastic length.

The terribly faithful replica even has a thick ring at the halfway length; it goes on and on for what what seems an eternity before penetrating Tiara right where it’s framed by her curvy, round flanks. A strange sense of continuity between the two hits the mare like a hurricane, as if the penis is the one thing that can unite their bodies and hearts as one.

When she feels the tip breaching into her, she spasms. Her need to be filled for more and more rages.

The item slurps into her and makes a faint pop through a sharp thrusting of Tiara’s hips, and Spoon’s crotch muscles relax on a reflex. Waves of pleasure rock and ripple through her body in a harmonic contrast of pain and pleasure, of male and female anatomy, driving her to want more.

She clenches her muscles around the dildo as it pushes in and out of her a few times, only to give a hip thrust of her own, repaying the favor and ramming it deep into Tiara.

Tiara’s face goes mad with carnal bliss for a few moments, before she regains control and mirrors Spoon’s daring deed, passing to each other the plastic end and ramming it into each other. They hit their respective ultimate depths at an almost malicious pace, rubbing with a crazed hoof their clits.

The moment of the truth mounts and builds inside Spoon’s body as she feels her own excitement wrecking and destroying every trace of rationality with extreme prejudice, almost descending into a carnal madness, sharper than ever before. All of this is heightened by the fact that she can really feel Tiara. Every thrust, every movement of her flesh, every ounce of pleasure is shared between the two of them in mind, body and spirit.

The pressure reaches its peak, and their orgasms explode and annihilate the outside world, leaving just that beautiful, tender feeling that the two of them will share for eternity. Spoon slumps down and just smiles once the plastic slides out of her body, leaving her insides fastidiously empty, but her heart full of love.

A love she never dared to grasp for herself, but that Tiara wanted and reaped with mirth. A love that manifests itself in Diamond Tiara crawling, exhausted, to her side and embracing her, before planting a sweet kiss on her forehead, almost like a trademark of her affection.

She returns the hug with gusto as tears if joy rile up her cheeks. “I love you, Tiara,” she whispers.

“I love you, too. I want to be worthy of your love...” Tiara deepens the hug with all the strength she has left. “I need to.”

“You already are, Tiara. I forgive you.”

“But I don’t if...” she pants, “I can’t forgive myself for all of this. I still have to find closure.”

“I’ll help you if you want. If this will make you happy, I’ll do it.”

Tiara giggles. A true laugh, filled with real joy, the likes of which Spoon has not heard in a long time. “You’re the best thing that's ever happened to me. My best friend, somepony that loves me so much and I love in return...You’re my world Spoony.” She kisses her again, sweeter than the last time, “I’m yours forever.”

It’s too perfect to be real, Spoon thinks. This time is the real thing, though. The magical, perfect moment she always waited to have with her special somepony and now here is it; nopony and nothing can take this from her. Not even her.

“Spoony...” Tiara blushes a bit, “ I know it’s a bit sudden, but...” she bites her lip, “I have to go out of town for, I don’t know, a couple of days and I’d like for you to keep me some company. I don’t know If I can do it alone.”

“Of course, Tiara! Where are you going?”

“It’s about finding closure, but I still don’t know where. Once I do this, I don’t know what will happen, but I think we’re going to have a chance. I have to take this burden off my chest.”

An unknown fear takes a hold of the grey mare, a shadow that looms over her heart without mercy or warning. Her world feels like it’s going to break.

“What is it?” she gulps

“Do you remember that blank flank pegasus? The one in the weather team? She came to me the other day and...”

Nononononononononononononononononononono...

“She told me where Bloom is...”

It ends.

Her happiness ends that moment. Joy is replaced by a faint hope. Hope to have a little thing called revenge.

Author's Note

So, we're reaching the end, dearies. Sorry for the late update, but life and Christmas got in the way.