DiamondBerry

by Kranot

Rating: mature
Tags: Berry Punch, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Romance, Adventure, Sex, Profanity, Diamond Tiara, Slice of Life
Length: 4518

As Brewberry struggles to get funding for his potionshop opportunity for love and money knocks at his aunts door and asks for him by name.

(NOTE THIS FIC DOES NOT INCLUDE PEDO CONTENT! Diamond Tiara is an adult in this story!) After Completeing his education Brewberry is Struggeling to get capital to kickstart his potionshop. His need may be adressed as the Daught of Filthy Rich knocks on the door and asks for a custom potion for her father. Brewberry sets off on a small adventurre with Diamond Tiara Leading to not just money but also affection.

Published 2025-02-14 11:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2025-02-14 11:10:01 UTC

Chapter 1: A bit too little

Author's Note

heres the appearances of our 2 main characters.

Chapter 1: A bit too little

Brewberry sighed as he got off the train. His saddlebags felt immeasurably heavy despite only containing essentials for travel. He headed down the stairs from the platform, potion bottles jangling in his saddlebags.

“Another dumb bank and another dumb rejection,” he mumbled to himself as he kicked a rock while trotting along back to Aunt Berry Punch's house. He rang the doorbell, and his kindly aunt opened the door.

“If it isn’t my favorite nephew back from big Manehattan,” she joked, knowing full well he was the only nephew.

“Haha, very funny,” he said sarcastically.

“Aw, did it not go well? Another rejection?”

The stallion sighed and nodded, “Sorry to be a burden. I'll head out in two days again and try the Canterlot bank. Maybe they will bite.”

She shook her head and beckoned him in. “You’re not a burden, Brew. I know your parents live too remotely for what you're doing. You can stay here as long as you need to get those funds for your potion shop.”

She sounded a bit tipsy on those longer sentences, but Berry didn't mind his aunt being a bit boozy.

“Thanks, Aunty. I really owe you for letting me crash here,” he said with a smile as he stretched and yawned. “Alright, but I think for today, I just need to sleep right away,” he said, a useless phrase since his aunt could already tell he was tired and was ushering the stallion into his room.

“Well, sleep well then, Brew. Tomorrow, I'll whip you up some eggs, and we'll see where the day takes us. It’s the weekend, anyways.”

As Brew closed the door behind himself, he headed straight for the bed, collapsing into it for a fitful sleep, at least as fitful of a sleep as he could have with money on his mind.

The next morning, the stallion got the rare opportunity to wake up without a shrill alarm. He stretched and groggily headed downstairs, brushing his mane and tail, brushing his teeth, and sitting down for a breakfast that consisted of hay, apple slices, and eggs that were meant to be sunny side up but always ended up scrambled either way.

“Morning, Aunty,” he yawned before digging in, chewing quite happily.

Berry Punch smiled, enjoying her nephew's company. “It's not worth mentioning. Oh, also!” She paused for a second. “I think there's a customer!”

Brewberry tilted his head, confused. “I don’t have a shop yet, how's there a customer?” he asked.

“Well, there's a very pretty mare outside - real marriage material if you ask me,” she said with a grin, making him groan.

“Are you trying to hitch me to a random mare, or is she actually a customer?” he asked.

“Hitching is such a mean way to say it,” said Berry Punch with playfully acted offense. “But yes, she actually wants to buy your potions. She knocked and asked for you to meet her at Sugarcube Corner.”

Brewberry's eyes went wide. “Oh, better grasp that opportunity then! I'll head there straight away!” He shoveled the rest of the delicious meal down his gullet before promptly taking off to the bakery.

Chapter 2: A cure for what ails ya

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Chapter 3: Open woods

The next morning over breakfast, Berry Punch noticed Brewberry's packed saddlebags by the door.

“Are you going out for another bank again?”

He shook his head. “No, Aunty, I'm doing work for the mare from yesterday, remember? I'm heading to the woods with her.”

He immediately got a grin from his aunt and groaned. “Not in that way, Aunty. She needs to be along with me to find the right ingredient.”

“Sure, just don't get too busy in those woods,” she said, still grinning, poking at his embarrassment for fun.

Brewberry groaned again and finished his meal before taking his bag. “I'll be back whenever I can. It might be a few days, we'll have to see,” he said on the way out the door, which he closed quickly so his aunt couldn't tease him with another remark. Usually, her little fun games wouldn't have bothered Brewberry if he didn’t think Diamond Tiara was actually kind of cute.

He headed to Sugarcube Corner and waited for Diamond Tiara, who arrived shortly with very pretty saddlebags that looked like something from a fancy store window, stuff Brewberry had only ever walked past. His own saddlebags were sturdy but beaten up, the leather edges were worn and dented, but these bags had served him well. They never tore or were uncomfortable.

“Good morning,” said Diamond Tiara, sounding a bit more aloof than the day before. She was trying to seemingly look more dignified. He wasn't sure why.

“Good morning,” he responded quite cheerily as he waved. “Let's not lose any time. The forest we are heading for is not far; it'll be a short hike and then we'll be pretty much headed straight north to Canterlot. Basically, as long as we can see it in the distance, we are moving in the right direction,” he explained as he started walking, leading the pink mare along the trail into the woods.

“So… how does this entire business work? The ingredients, I mean. Like, how will you figure out if it’s the right one or not?” she asked as they walked together.

“Oh simple. Diamondberries are the key ingredient I'm missing, and they exist in a bunch of subtle varieties, each very slightly different in hue. What I need to figure out is which of them will be sweet for you. Those are the ones that’ll work for your father’s potion,” explained Brewberry. He could see Diamond Tiara thinking about his explanation before she nodded.

“Alright, that makes sense, I think,” she said after a while of thinking and walking.

They kept moving, chatting pleasantly for the remainder of the day. It surprised Brewberry. He hadn't had a conversation that flowed so easily in years. It felt like their ideas and questions just flowed into each other, forming a whirlpool that drew them both in as they talked and walked for hours, barely noticing the sun setting. Before they knew it, the sun was on the horizon and the sky tinted orange through the gaps in the tree leaves above.

“I think now may be a good time to set up camp,” mused Brewberry, and within a few minutes, they had erected two tents and a small fire by which they both sat down to roast marshmallows.

“So… how'd you learn all this stuff? How come you know so much more than most people who do potions?” asked Diamond Tiara.

“Well, it being my talent helps, but mainly it was because I was taught by Zecora and the deer of Everfree. They have some incredible potion knowledge you won't find even in the Canterlot library or Princess Twilight's library.” He pulled out a beaten-up notebook wrapped in a stained white cover with his initials on it. “I think my notebook might be the most comprehensive text about potions in existence right now purely based on how many novel recipes are in here.”

She perked up, curiously eyeing his book. “Oh, so you spent a lot of time honing your talent. That's very cool,” she said with a smile.

“What about you? What's your cutie mark stand for?” he asked.

“I'm headstrong. I tend to have people listen to me a lot. My father said I'm a born leader,” she explained.

“You seem to think quite a lot of your father, doing all of this for him, I mean,” he posited.

She nodded with a soft smile. “He means a lot to me. Unlike my mother, he's been much more accepting.”

Brewberry’s ears flipped down, feeling sorry for bringing up her apparently not quite so happy family life. “Oh, I'm sorry for touching on it,” he said quickly.

She smiled softly and shook her head. “It's fine. You didn't mean to. I can tell you're already much more considerate than she ever was.”

Brewberry hoped the dancing of the fire's light obscured the shade of his face, but he was blushing a bit at the compliment.

“T-thanks, I try to be,” he said, scratching the back of his head nervously as his heart fluttered in his chest.

“It's nice to talk to you. You don't seem to grovel because of my family's wealth. You seem more honest than most stallions I've talked to,” she continued.

“I try to treat everypony about the same. I don't like kissing the horseshoes of those more fortunate even if I'm in need.”

“You're in need?” she asked now, seeming more curious. “Why?”

The stallion sighed. “I've got all this potion-making skill and knowledge, but no bank wants to fund me. I've been all over the place making presentations to get funds to set up a potion workshop of my own where I can brew and sell in peace without having to ask my parents or aunt to lend me a room.”

Her eyes went wide. “Oh, that sucks. And there's no other way for you to get the bits? From family or friends?” she asked, to which he shook his head.

“No, I know nobody with enough money to fund a home, potion lab, and shop all at once. Alchemic equipment costs an arm and a leg. At least good equipment does,” he explained with another sigh.

By now the night had fallen over them. “Maybe I can do something? Well, see how your potion plan goes. Maybe if it works, I can pull some levers for you,” she offered.

“Really, you'd do that?” his face lit up with the first hope he had for his business in weeks.

“IF your potion works, yes,” she said with a smile.

Brewberry was beyond excited. He was certain his potion would work, and as a result, he had great hopes for funding now. But more than anything, he was excited to impress the cute pink mare with his skill when the time would come. When they both retired to their tents that night, Brewberry had a hard time sleeping. His heart was beating like crazy, and he couldn't stop thinking about impressing Diamond Tiara. He hardly slept that night.

Chapter 4: Love potion

The next morning, after a quick breakfast and breaking down their tents, Diamond Tiara was groaning.

“Ugh, I miss my comfy bed,” she said, rubbing her back. “If it weren’t for Daddy, I would have never agreed to this camping nonsense.”

“If you feel really bad, I might have a potion for that in my bag,” Brewberry said as he opened his bag and rummaged through bottles of all shapes and sizes.

“Oh, no, no, it's fine! I don’t need a full-on potion, just some stretching,” she said quickly, not wanting to stretch his already meager means by using up those costly potions he put so much effort and time into.

He shrugged and put on his saddlebags. “Alright, let's move, then. From here, we don’t have a path to follow, so we’ll be trekking directly through the shrubs.”

She hated the idea of struggling through wild thickets all day, but being with Brewberry made it seem more bearable. So, she nodded and began following the pink and white stallion as he led the way into the underbrush.

As they walked, Diamond Tiara couldn’t help but notice how his poofy pink mane and tail bounced in a cute way. She even caught her mind wandering to inappropriate places from time to time as they moved through the sun-flooded woods.

They spent the day pushing past branches, scrambling over rocks, and maneuvering all kinds of annoying terrain. She hated the woods with every fiber of her being. All she wanted was to be home with a glass of wine, a warm fire, and clean fur. But despite her disdain, she didn’t complain and simply soldiered on until, once again, nighttime befell them.

“That up ahead looks like a clearing. Let’s camp there for the night,” suggested Brewberry, who looked just as tired as she felt. She could tell his bag was heavy with all those potions. She had meant to ask why he always carried so many—it seemed like a lot of weight for very little benefit to her.

Before she could ask or agree, they both froze as a haunting howl echoed not far off. There were wolves in these woods. She yelped and jumped, startled by the noise, while Brewberry began rummaging through his bags, mumbling.

“Why is it always wolves? I hate wolves,” he grumbled as Diamond Tiara’s nervous eyes darted around, spotting yellow eyes in the darkness, reflecting the moonlight as they closed in.

“B-Brewberry, I think we need to move right now. They’re really close,” she said, shaking the stallion’s shoulder.

He batted her hoof away. “No, wait, I can solve this,” he said, still searching frantically.

She could see one wolf stepping into the moonlight now, baring its teeth and drooling at the scent of ponies.

“Aha!” Suddenly, Brewberry thrust a bottle of shimmering yellow liquid into her hoof. “Drink and run,” he instructed before downing the contents of an identical bottle himself.

She didn’t hesitate. She drank the entire potion in seconds and took off, following the white stallion, whose brilliant fur was easy to track even in the moonlight. Twigs whipped at her legs and face, making her whine in pain, while her fancy bags were torn and shredded by branches.

She realized she was moving at an incredible speed—easily double her usual running pace. It felt like subtle, painless lightning coursed through her veins, filling her with boundless energy. She felt like she could do flips and run for days.

They ran and ran for what felt like an hour, but she never grew tired. When they finally stopped, there was no sign of the wolves. To her surprise, she wasn’t even out of breath.

She turned to Brewberry, wide-eyed. “What in Celestia’s name was that?!”

He smiled. “Greater speed potion. It’ll wear off in a minute or two, but it was enough to leave those wolves in the dust,” he explained, setting down his bags and beginning to set up camp where they had stopped.

“Oh, wow… How much do I owe you for that?” she asked as she took off her own tattered bags.

“Oh, nothing. I’m not going to charge you for something you would have died without.”

“Really? Even with how costly your potions are to make? Are you sure, Brewberry?” she asked.

He nodded. “Call me Brew,” he said with a smile. “And yes, I’m sure. Even if these potions were costly, I foraged like half the ingredients myself.”

She nodded, grateful for his generosity, and went to gather some sticks. Within minutes, a fire was blazing.

“Oh no! My bags are shredded! And so is my tent!” she exclaimed, dismayed at the sight of her ruined belongings. She had been quite fond of those bags for how pretty they were.

“It’s just bags and a tent. At least you’re okay. That’s all that matters.”

She felt his hoof on her shoulder and blushed.

“Y-Yeah, I guess you’re right… So… can I sleep in your tent tonight?” she asked nervously. Partially, it was out of attraction, but mostly, it was fear of sleeping under the stars with wolves nearby.

To her relief, the stallion nodded.

They enjoyed a warm dinner and then crawled into the tent. It wasn’t meant for two ponies, so they had to get quite snug, making them both blush as they were forced to spoon. Brewberry generously let her be the big spoon for comfort, which resulted in her essentially hugging his back as they lay down to rest.

She felt her heart pounding from being this close to the kind, handsome stallion. She could feel his warmth and the softness of his fur. She was even more drawn to him now—she could smell him and feel his chest slowly rising and falling.

This felt special.

She owed him—not just for saving her with his potion, but for treating her as an equal, for not fussing over material things, and for being nothing like her mother. She really, really liked him.

She couldn’t hold it back any longer.

With a face as red as a tomato and her heart racing a million miles an hour, she spoke.

“I really like you, Brew!”

She had blurted it out a bit louder than intended, but now the floodgates were open, and she couldn’t stop.

“L-Like, really really like you a lot. I think you’re cute and kind, and you don’t care about how rich I am. Y-you’re a really nice stallion who’s smart and skilled, and I feel comfortable when you’re nearby.”

She stopped to see his reaction.

There was a second of silence that terrified her.

Then, his warm voice broke the tension.

“R-Really? I-I’ve felt the same about you. I-I really liked you too from the start,” he admitted.

“Then be my coltfriend! Please!” she said, hugging him from behind. “If you want, we can go on a proper date after this, but I really want to see what happens to us from here on out.”

Instead of answering, Brewberry turned around to face her, his brilliant pink eyes locking onto hers before he leaned in for a kiss. Hugging her tightly, their soft muzzles connected, exchanging affection for the first time.

Diamond Tiara was over the moon.

Her eyes fluttered closed happily as they made out, wrapped up in each other for what felt like half an hour, until sleep finally overtook them both in the warmth of their embrace.

Chapter 5: Berry for Berry for Berry

The next day, the newly minted couple had no trouble finding some of those brilliant, shiny Diamondberries that refracted the light like real gems. It didn’t take long to locate the sweet ones that Diamond Tiara preferred, and soon after, they began their return trek to Ponyville. This time, the journey was much calmer and uneventful, allowing them ample time to exchange affection and sweet words. A romantic weekend of walking through the woods was certainly not a bad way to christen a relationship.

When Brewberry popped back up at his aunt’s home a few days after his departure, he found Berry Punch grinning giddily.

“I saw that, you know?” she teased.

Brewberry blushed. “T-The kiss?”

She nodded. “You really think you can kiss your new fillyfriend outside my house and I wouldn’t notice?” She ruffled his hair, which was a bit of a stretch since he was taller than his aunt.

“Well, fine. Me and Diamond Tiara are a thing now. I guess you’re never gonna let me live that down?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “You two are adorable together! You’d better get me some grand-nephews and grand-nieces,” she teased, making Brewberry blush like a tomato.

“A-Aunty, don’t say that! B-Besides, I have to whip up a potion before I meet Berry Rich later.”

She perked up. “Berry Rich? As in Filthy Rich???” she asked, mouth agape.

“Uh… do people call him that?” he asked, surprised by the nickname.

“Yes! Does she work for him?” his aunt asked.

“No, no, she’s his daughter,” he explained, watching as Berry Punch’s jaw practically hit the floor.

“You managed to woo the daughter of the richest pony in Ponyville? I didn’t take you for a gold digger,” she said, smirking.

He got flustered. “I-I didn’t do it for money! I really like Diamond Tiara,” he huffed.

“Of course you do, I’m just teasing. I think you two are very cute together,” she said with a smile before playfully slapping his rear, making him jolt. “Now go and make your potion. You have a father-in-law to meet.”

He nodded and, within the hour, headed to the mansion of Filthy Rich. When he arrived, he was welcomed at the door by his new marefriend and her father.

“Hello, Mister Rich,” Brewberry said, extending his hoof for a shake. The older stallion gladly took it, clearly pleased to be called "Rich" and not "Filthy."

“Call me Berry or Rich if you like. I can tell you made quite the impression on my daughter.”

Diamond Tiara blushed slightly but kept smiling at Brewberry.

“Y-you could say that, yes,” Brewberry said with a nervous smile as he unpacked a vial of Manegrowth Potion. “T-that’ll be 200 bits, by the way,” he added as he handed it over.

But Filthy Rich simply pushed the potion back toward him.

“Let’s not do business out in the street. Come in, have a drink, and take a seat.”

Brewberry stepped inside and was immediately in awe. Their home was stunning—shiny surfaces, expensive materials, and luxury everywhere. He took a seat on a soft couch across from Filthy Rich, with Diamond Tiara sitting beside him, blushing as she once again found herself close to her coltfriend.

“So, you said it’s 200 bits, right?” Filthy Rich asked.

Brewberry nodded.

“I don’t like that price,” the brown stallion responded. “I think…” He opened a box beneath the table. “300,000 bits sounds better to me.”

With a grunt, he slammed a massive bag of bits onto the table.

Brewberry’s mouth fell open. “W-What?! You haven’t even sampled the potion yet! A-And that’s way too much!”

Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes. “My word is enough for Daddy to trust your potion. And he’s obviously paying for your shop.”

Brewberry’s eyes widened like saucers. “I-I don’t know what to say… Thank you so much, Mister Rich!” he said, smiling as he handed over the potion.

“I think you should say, ‘I’ll pay you back in full,’ but that’s for later. First, I want you to put your extraordinary education and talent to use, Brewberry. And from one Berry to another: there is no way a pony of your talents could ever fail to market such marvelous products.”

He drank the potion, and Brewberry and Diamond Tiara watched as the stallion’s toupee lifted off his head, revealing real hair growing in its place.

Before Brewberry could even respond, his Fillyfriend grabbed his cheeks and pulled him into a deep, adoring kiss.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoyed this valentinesday special :)

NSFW bonus chapter

Author's Note

Enjoy this NSFW bonus chapter set afew years into the relationship! its too short to be its own story so im attaching it as a bonus.

NSFW bonus chapter

Brewberry smiled as he came inside from the garden. He set aside his basket of mushrooms at his lab door. He had no time or intention to put them in his material storage right now. When he had opened the door, he had smelled the estrus all the way to the door. The stallion hurried to the bedroom, eager to find his fillyfriend lying on the bed and rubbing her clit with her eyes closed, moaning softly with her cute pink legs spread.

“T-took you long enough to notice. N-now come here, big boy!” She moaned hearing him enter the bedroom.

He didn't need that invitation twice and hopped on the bed, planting his hooves on her thighs as he eagerly planted his warm white muzzle between her legs. He began licking Diamond Tiara's marehood with his warm pink tongue, making it blend into her pink fur and pink folds as his cock slowly began poking out of his sheath.

Suddenly her hooves were in his mane, and he was pressed into her legs by the needy mare. “J-just like that, use that warm tongue of yours!” She moaned, clearly elated by his oral attention to her sensitive folds.

To the stallion, meanwhile, the scent of her pussy was overwhelming, making Brewberry's cock grow and harden into its full dark glory as a throbbing cock with 2 black juicy balls ready to breed his favorite mare; his flared tip began dripping with precum as his mind was made fuzzy and warm by her pheromones. The white and pink stallion was being driven into horny fervor, licking her clit and folds with unmatched joy. He wanted to hear her moan. He adored everything about her, but her needy moans might have been one of the best parts about her.

“F-fuck me, Brewberry. Mount me and fuck my brains out!” She moaned, demanding her stallion's seed purely by instinct. So he pulled away his muzzle now glistening with her juices. He didn't even need to ask for her to get into position. She immediately flipped over and lifted her tail, presenting her dripping pussy to him alongside her soft back and ass. The stallion huffed excitedly, flaring his nostrils as he mounted her, resting his chest on her warm back. He wrapped his forelegs around hers and began kissing her neck as he angled his shaft at her puffy vulva.

“I—I love you,” he moaned, barely able to think through the horny haze before he pushed his hips forward, slowly sinking his cock into her familiar warm tunnel.

She fit him like a glove; her insides were warm, wet, and seemed to massage his shaft as he slid deeper and deeper, moaning with her as both ponies enjoyed themselves. inch by inch the stallion sank more and more of his black shaft into her pink folds forming a very subtle bulge in her belly until her entrance was flush with his base and he rested fully inside her for a moment.

“I love you too. N-no, put a foal in me, big boy. I—I need it!” She almost screamed, pushing back into his cock, trying to irrationally take in even more of his cock. Brewberry obliged and began thrusting, sliding his warm cock in and out of Diamond Tiara's needy marehood. He fucked her at a steady rhythm, making her ass cheeks shake a little as the soft plap, plap, plap of their bodies colliding filled the room. Pleasure overwhelmed both of their brains. The estrus and sensual fucking got them both even more worked up, and Brewberry slowly increased his tempo. moaning and huffing as his breaths grew heavier and the mare's breaths became faster.

"I'm going to cum! Fill me up now! "Please!" she begged as her legs quivered under the burden of being so joyfully stuffed by her Coltfriends juicy cock.

“s-so am I. Here it goes!” He moaned in response, fucking her harder, making her ass clap as his cock slammed in and out of her glistening folds until the stallion buried his entire length inside and didn’t pull out. They both could feel it. the throbbing shaft, the twitching walls of her birth canal. The subtle twitching before Brewberry moaned loudly in her ear as his sticky seed began pouring into her, filling her fertile womb in warm waves while his balls throbbed relentlessly.

Diamond Tiara's eyes rolled back as she screamed out in pleasure as she was bred so nicely by Brewberry. She knew she was madly in love, and she knew she'd marry this stallion.