Twilight Sparkle's Diamond Refinery

Twilight Sparkle’s Diamond Refinery

Slothfully Written By: Your Antagonist

Red-Pen Heroes: aebed & Mattricole

Epilogue

Exactly one week had passed since Twilight’s very unforgettable tutoring session with Diamond Tiara, and by that same association, it had been one week since she’d seen the pampered pink filly herself. In fact, due to her sheer exhaustion wrought by both the anatomical conjuration and her rather rigorous lesson plan, Twilight hadn’t even seen Diamond leave. All she could remember was waking up alone, wrapped in bedsheets soaked with sweat, shame, and other bodily fluids. Even after pressing Spike for information and offering him gems as a memory jogging incentive, the dragon couldn’t offer so much as a hint towards the filly’s whereabouts, mental state or anything. She’d apparently just left without so much as a word to anypony, and that was what worried Twilight more than anything.

She had sexually molested a foal. It had taken her all of that Saturday to finally come to terms with that fact, and even then, acknowledging what she’d done only made it harder to go about her daily life. She hadn’t eaten a proper meal or touched a book in days, and had taken maybe two baths in that time frame. The first to wash away the shame, and the second because she had convinced herself that she was in fact a filthy degenerate who would never be clean no matter how hard she scrubbed.

But if one were looking to see where the effects of guilt had manifested the hardest, they needn’t look any further than her professional life which was slowly going to tatters with each nerve-wracking minute. To the relief and confusion of the library patrons, the bookshelves hadn’t been reorganized in a week, allowing them to actually find the books they sought as opposed to having to scour shelves that had been sorted by the most trivial means known to geek-kind.

And yet as great as this new-found efficiency was for the library goers, it came at a cost: the functionality of the head librarian who had spent every working day, catatonic behind her desk. Never answering questions. Never checking books in or out. Spike had picked up her slack to the best of his ability but Twilight just stared warily at the door, shuddering whenever a foal would approach and muttering unintelligibly under her breath about how it was only a matter of time before ‘they’ came.

Each time the library door opened, Twilight imagined a mob of angry Ponyvillians pouring through her front door with pitchforks, torches and royal guards in tow. She shivered at the thought of her neighbors and friends threatening to banish her to Everfree Forest or sentencing her to rot in some rathole of a prison, or worst of all informing Princess Celestia who would in turn banish her to the sun. Day after day, she stared at that door fearing the worst, hell fire and brimstone, only to have nothing happened; it was killing her.

Despite her neurotic expectations, today was shaping up to be just another Friday. No angry mobs. No banishments. No imprisonment. Just the hushed hustle and bustle of her usual library patrons on a Friday afternoon. Twilight sighed and turned her attention towards an old reference guide for medieval torture written by a much younger, more indulgent Princess Luna that she’d been struggling to read through. The words she would normally eat through with the efficiency of Pinkie Pie in a room full of danishes, just ran together in a jumbled mess of indiscernible text.

Looking up from the tome to give her eyes a break from her fifth failed attempt at reading, Twilight found her attention and nerves firing up as she noticed the knob of the library door turning. She swallowed nervously as the door crept open, her mind already anticipating a battalion of hefty Royal Guards in righteous golden armor storming through the doors to put her at spear point, no questions asked. Her heart nearly sprang from her chest as Ponyville’s resident tri-chromatic clusterfuck of menace burst into the library, yelping and yipping incoherently about how they’d earn their cutie marks while neglecting to account for the collateral damage they’d bring wreak upon their community.

However, as the three disappeared into the bowels of the bookshelves, two more figures took their place in the doorway: one the size of a foal, the other unmistakably a full grown stallion. “Idiot blank-flanks,” Twilight heard the smaller of the two silhouettes say with a voice so terrifyingly familiar, that it froze the blood in her veins.

“Diamond Tiara...” The larger of the two silhouettes said sternly.

At the sound of that name, Twilight’s breathing shallowed and she began to quake anxiously behind her desk. Through the pounding of her heart in her ears she could hear even more hoofsteps leading to the library. This was it. It was finally happening. They’d finally come for her, with a posse no less. Well, she had a good run.

“Sorry, daddy,” said the pony Twilight had been dreading the return of for the entirety of the week.

“Now, where is she?”

Twilight watched in slow motion as Diamond Tiara gestured to her with a hoof. The accompanying stallion nodded and ushered Diamond Tiara forward while the posse of ponies behind them began to funnel into the room. There were at least a dozen of them, each one built and dressed in dark business suits, coal black rayban sunglasses hiding the mad-dog looks in their eyes. It was at this moment that Twilight came to the realization that she hadn’t molested just any old foal; she’d lain with the future heiress of a crime syndicate. It was at this moment that she realized they weren’t going to simply banish her, they were going to make her ‘disappear’ like one of those mafia novels she’d written off as absolute rubbish.

As Diamond Tiara and her father stopped just shy of the desk, Twilight could swear that her heart had stopped as though her body had tried to beat the gangsters to the punch by shutting itself down. She wasn’t so lucky.

“Pardon me, ma’am, am I right in assuming that you’re Ms. Twilight Sparkle?” asked Diamond’s father.

Twilight swallowed nervously and gave a shaky nod in response.

“Good, good, so we can this finally settle this matter nice and civil like. Ah, boys? Y’all can go ahead and wait outside, I can handle this myself, if you don’t mind. Oh and leave that case if you would.”

“Yes sir, Mr. Rich,” The biggest of the suit wearing stallions acknowledged, motioning for the rest of his ilk to follow him out of the library while he dropped a menacing black suitcase at his boss's hooves.

“Sorry about that, Ms. Sparkle, just some associates of mine. Name’s FIlthy Rich, by the way.” He extended his hoof in greeting, but Twilight didn’t accept it. She only cringed away which caused Filthy to raise an eyebrow.

“Right… well, I suppose we should just get right down to it then. I was hoping I could speak with you about your tutoring session with my precious little Diamond last Friday.” Filthy cast a loving glance down at his daughter, stroking her mane as though to emphasize how special she was to him and how badly he was going to murder Twilight to death for laying so much as a hoof on her.

Filthy Rich turned his attention back to Twilight, all traces of fatherly affection in his eyes gone, replaced by a stern businesslike demeanor. “Diamond tells me that you utilized some rather… unorthodox teaching techniques and that you really took a hooves-on approach to her learning. I think you know what I’m talking about.” Filthy picked up the case his associate had left and placed it on the counter. Twilight could see her manic, disheveled appearance in the reflective black finish of the case, and wondered if this would be the face her friends and family members would be seeing on the missing pony posters weeks from now.

“I’ll admit I found it a little off-putting when she threw the word ‘interactive’ at me, especially considering the subject you were covering was sex education, and all...” Filthy popped the locks on the case, and opened it slowly. Twilight imagined him drawing out something along the lines of a machete or a baseball bat, she wasn’t sure which seemed more fitting of a mobster, but she was certain that she was about to find out. In one smooth gesture, Filthy pulled out a piece of paper and a jingling satchel of coins that he tossed on the counter. He was going to beat her to death with money.

“...but you can’t argue with success, that’s what I always say.” He held up the paper and presented it to Twilight who was hesitant to take her eyes off of Filthy, fearing that he might slash her eyes with it while she wasn’t ready. When she finally glanced down at it she surprised to find that the paper was in fact a copy of the sex ed exam adorned with a 92% written in red ink and a smiley face sticker next to Diamond Tiara’s name.

Twilight was so overcome with confusion, that for the first time in seven days, she managed to utter absolute gibberish to another person. “Bu… but… I… her… you… kill… money… mobs!”

“No need to force yourself, Ms. Sparkle. I understand that you’re so overcome with joy that you can’t even speak. Had the same reaction myself when I found out.”

“But—”

“In fact, I figured you’ve done such a good job tutoring my special little lady, that I’d like to hire you on as Diamond’s personal tutor.”

“But I—”

“Three days a week after school sound fine to you, Diamond?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Diamond Tiara nodded.

“Well then, it’s settled. Ms. Sparkle, I’ll see you forty bits richer each time Diamond walks into your home for her study sessions. Oh and this is for today.” Filthy reached into his case and tossed another satchel of bits onto the counter. “Diamond has an English test on Monday and I’d like very much for her to be ready for it.”

“But—” Twilight started.

“Diamond honey, make sure to call me if you’re going to sleep over at Silver Spoon’s tonight, all right?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Now, give me some sugar.”

Filthy Rich leaned down and Diamond Tiara gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Have fun now, you hear?” Filthy Rich nodded to a jaw-dropped Twilight before taking his leave.

Twilight had no words to describe the combination of confusion, relief, and guilt—but mostly confusion— she felt towards this new development. In Twilight’s distracted state, Diamond Tiara trotted over and began to affectionately nuzzle her tutor’s long violet forelegs.

“Hey, Ms. Sparkle?” she asked.

Twilight looked down and found herself staring into Diamond’s baby blue eyes. “Uh… y-yes?”

“I know daddy told you help me study for my English test, but I had such a fun time with the last lesson that I was hoping maybe we could do a little… review for the sex ed unit? You know, just to make sure everything really sticks?”

Twilight’s eyes grew wide as the request fully processed in her mind. “D-Diamond, I-I really don’t think that’s such a good—”

“I mean unless you want me to tell daddy what we really did last Friday.”

Twilight was understandably taken aback. “Are you… are you blackmailing me?”

“Mmmhmm,” Diamond Tiara answered simply. At least she was honest about it. “So, I’ll see you upstairs then, Ms. Sparkle?”

Twilight looked down at the little she-devil clinging onto her forelegs, and remarked to herself that this was really happening. With her metaphorical and magically induced balls in a vice and little more to give than her compliance, Twilight gave a slow obedient nod to her new tiny filly overlord.

“Glad to hear it. Oh, and I’ll run you bath as well, you kind of need it.” Diamond hugged Twilight’s forelegs one last time before trotting up the stairs, where her tutor would soon follow.

That afternoon and evening, any patron or pony in the general vicinity of the Ponyville Library could swear that from the upper level sang the sounds of smashing furniture and an ecstatic young filly screaming about the proper way to quote, unquote: insert that fat purple prose between those tight, pink quotation marks.

The End