Shining Diamond ~ Extra/Epilogue


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                                            RANDOM EPILOGUE


                                            >You shiver as you confirm the address.

                                            >Aside from a quick farewell this morning, you haven't seen Diamond all day.

                                            >Such days are a pain, but since you're not quite ready to leave the store open without at least of you there, it can't be avoided.

                                            >All day you worked while wondering what she was up to.

                                            >After all, today was February 14th.

                                            >Aside from a few chocolates and flowers, you haven't really done anything special.

                                            >She said you didn't need to do much, that she had a big surprise for you.

                                            >Said surprise began as you left work and found an elaborate heart on your windshield.

                                            >It contained nothing but a time and an address for a place that you're still gathering the nerve to enter.

                                            >'Cherry's Tarts'

                                            >It's... a strip club.

                                            >Not even that. It's a SHADY strip club.

                                            >The kind that doesn't even try to hide exactly what a 'private dance' entails.

                                            >You can't even imagine Diamond entering a place like this let alone arranging...

                                            >Well, you don't know. But you sure aren't going to find out by sitting in your car.

                                            >You make your way inside and the music is immediately overwhelming.

                                            >It's still relatively early in the evening, so it's not particularly crowded.

                                            >A few girls don't dance as much as lazily strut, to the moderate interest of a handful of customers.

                                            >You don't see Diamond anywhere.

                                            >"Well hi there sugar, we don't get too many new faces in these days."

                                            >You turn around to see an older woman giving you a sultry gaze.

                                            >"My name is Cherry Jubilee, and you look like you could use a drink."

                                            "Uh, well, I'm not exactly a customer, I don't think? I got this invitation from my girlfriend, and..."

                                            >You wave the valentine around as if it might absolve you of the sin from simply setting foot in this place.

                                            >Thankfully, Cherry's eyes light up in understanding.

                                            >"Ah, so you're the lucky guy. Right this way."

                                            >You notice her eyes look you from top to bottom before she turns to lead you deeper into the club.

                                            >You pass a few women in various states of undress, all of whom look at you as if they know some sort of secret.

                                            >Just what the hell has Diamond been planning?

                                            >Cherry stops in front of a very inconspicuous door.

                                            >"They're waiting for you."

                                            "Thanks, I- wait, THEY?"

                                            >Cherry winks.

                                            >"Your girlfriend must be a very generous woman. Be sure to show her your appreciation."

                                            >With yet another sly grin, she unlocks the door and gestures for you to enter.

                                            >The room contains a long couch that thankfully looks like it's been recently cleaned.

                                            >Next to it is a short table with a small bottle of wine, and two glasses.

                                            >Directly in front of it is a low stage and a pole.

                                            >The other end of the room is obscured by a thick curtain.

                                            >The noise outside is heavily muffled and the lighting is dim.

                                            "D-Diamond?"

                                            >You hear a tiny yelp.

                                            >"Sit down! B-Be right out!"

                                            >You're not sure if your mind is playing tricks on you, but that didn't sound like Diamond's voice.

                                            >Did she really... bring someone else?

                                            >You're not really sure how to feel about that.

                                            >On the one hand, your relationship has not only been incredibly special, but it's felt extremely private.

                                            >Even after you revealed the fact that you were dating to everyone else, both of you have been shy about displays of affection in public.

                                            >Even a chaste kiss will leave one or both of you blushing like mad.

                                            >And while your lust for each other is still strong, you've never done anything kinkier than dressing Diamond up in one of her old suits.

                                            >So to involve another girl during those intimate moments feels... very wrong.

                                            >On the other hand... sex. With two women. At the same time.

                                            >Even if this goes horribly wrong, it's going to be an event to remember, and brag about, for the rest of your life.

                                            >And besides, you trust Diamond. If she thinks this is going to work, you'll trust her.

                                            >With a deep breath, you sit in the middle of the couch.

                                            >Your heart pounds in your chest.

                                            >You can hear whispers and shuffling from behind the curtain.

                                            >From more than one person.

                                            >Fuck.

                                            >This is really happening.

                                            >The lights dim, thrusting you into darkness.

                                            >The curtain is drawn aside.

                                            >You can barely make out one... two... THREE feminine figures before you.

                                            >They creep forward towards you, as if in slow motion.

                                            >And just as they're almost on top of you...

                                            >A blinding light clicks on with a loud snap.

                                            "Gahh, fuck!"

                                            >"Alright, buddy! It's time for us to have a little chat!"

                                            >There's an extremely bright lamp that's been pulled above your seat.

                                            >It's clearly meant to resemble the light of an interrogation room.

                                            >Blinking rapidly, you take another look at the three young women in front of you, their faces still partially cloaked in shadow.

                                            >The two most important things you notice are that none of them are Diamond, and they are all fully clothed.

                                            >The next thing you notice is that the one on the right appears to have a strangely familiar hair accessory...

                                            "Apple Bloom? Is that you?"

                                            >"Howdy, Anon!"

                                            >"SHHH!"

                                            >"What?"

                                            >"We're not supposed to be friendly!"

                                            >"Yeah, this is an interrogation! We gotta be tough!"

                                            >"Ah was just sayin' hi!"

                                            >"You don't start off an interrogation by 'just saying hi'!"

                                            >"An' why not? He's still mah friend, ain't he?"

                                            >"That will depend..."

                                            >The short-haired one in the middle turns her attention back to you.

                                            >Out of the three, she looks to be the most aggressive.

                                            >"...on what he has to say for himself!"

                                            >There's an awkward silence.

                                            >"...Well?"

                                            "Well what?"

                                            >"What have you got to say for yourself?"

                                            "...the fuck are you talking about?"

                                            >You suddenly shake your head as you remember something far more important.

                                            "And where the fuck is Diamond? Why am I here? What the fuck is going on?"

                                            >The three figures glance at each other nervously before the middle one speaks again.

                                            >"Don't worry about her! She's safe and sound, and we're here to make sure she stays that way!"

                                            >"Yeah!"

                                            >"Yeah!"

                                            "What do you mean? Is she in danger?"

                                            >"Yeah, from YOU!"

                                            >The one on the left with the elaborate hairdo points dramatically at you.

                                            "...Huh?"

                                            >"Confess!"

                                            >She slaps her hand next to your head and leans in with a fierce glare.

                                            >"You've been abusing Diamond Tiara!"

                                            >...

                                            "What? What the fuck? No! Why the fuck would you think that?"

                                            >Short-hair yanks her friend back.

                                            >"Whoa, easy, don't fly off the handle."

                                            >Bloom leans in and smiles at you while the other two withdraw and start whispering.

                                            >"Sorry 'bout that, mah friend can be a real loose cannon at times."

                                            "...Uh-huh."

                                            >"We just need ya t' clear up a few... inconsistencies, is all!"

                                            "Like what?"

                                            >"Well, fer starters, how 'bout when Ah saw ya both that day on the farm?"

                                            >She checks several items off on her fingers.

                                            >"Diamond Tiara was real scared, she was dressed in a fancy suit 'n' tie, she done run off in a hurry, and then sudd'ly came back and started sayin' all kinds a weird stuff t' me!"

                                            >Short-hair turns back to point dramatically at you.

                                            >"And YOU were there the whole time!"

                                            "Well, yeah? I was there on business, we both were. Then you showed up. Diamond was kind of scared to see you, but I turned the car around and encouraged her to talk."

                                            >"So you FORCED her to do something that SCARED her!"

                                            >The pointing finger draws closer.

                                            "Jesus, look, if I was an abuser, why would I encourage my girlfriend to talk to other people about what scares her? That's like the opposite of abusive behaviour! And besides, we weren't even dating then! I thought she was a guy, for crying out loud!"

                                            >The finger pulls back. Three heads with confused expressions glance back and forth between each other in a silent conversation.

                                            >It's honestly pretty funny.

                                            >"OK, maaaaaaybe that first bit checks out, but do you really expect us to believe that you thought Diamond was a guy?"

                                            >Fancy-hair strokes her chin in thought as she eyes you suspiciously.

                                            "Well, what was I supposed to think? She was introduced to me as a guy and I never had any reason to doubt that until Pinkie Pie gave it away. You can ask her about it if you want to confirm."

                                            >Let's just skip over all the times that she shyly blushed around you, and other clues that would just make you look retarded.

                                            >Short-hair folds her arms.

                                            >"And what about Lightning?"

                                            "...What ABOUT Lightning?"

                                            >"A while back I met a really cool girl named Lightning who was helping me build my own bike! And she told me that her life was RUINED by some ASSHOLE named ANON!"

                                            >Back to the pointing.

                                            >"And that's YOUR name!"

                                            "...Yeah, it is. Did this 'cool girl' tell you anything else? Like how she pulled a fucking knife on me and Diamond?"

                                            >"WHAT?"

                                            >"WHAT?"

                                            >"WHAT?"

                                            "Indoor voices, fucking hell."

                                            >"Scoots! Ya never told us anythin' 'bout that!"

                                            >"I didn't know about a knife! Hang on... He's probably lying!"

                                            "Pretty sure the charges against her are a public record now, made the paper and everything."

                                            >"So THAT'S why she looked familiar!"

                                            >Fancy-hair snaps her fingers.

                                            >"Huh?"

                                            >"Oh yeah, I remember reading about some biker chick who was arrested for drugging people and stealing from a supermarket or something, and come to think of it the mugshot looked a lot like that girl you met, Scoots!"

                                            >"Wha-wha-WHAT!?"

                                            "You should think twice before befriending criminal bikers in the future, 'Scoots'."

                                            >"I DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS A CRIMINAL! SHE JUST KNEW A LOT ABOUT ENGINES AND HAD A REALLY COOL JACKET OK?"

                                            "So are we done here, then?"

                                            >"Not yet!"

                                            >Fancy-hair crosses her arms.

                                            >"Just the other day, I witnessed some truly appalling behaviour from you!"

                                            >She clears her throat as she recounts her story.

                                            >"I saw Diamond Tiara and Anonymous come into Carousel Boutique..."

                                            >Oh FUCK, that's how you know her!

                                            >She was that creepy girl who was clumsily spying on you while Rarity saw to Diamond.

                                            >You figured she was just severely autistic or something.

                                            >What did Rarity call her? Speedy... Yell?

                                            >You tune back in to Speedy's account.

                                            >"...really, REALLY rude the whole time! He kept tapping his foot, rolling his eyes, making snide comments, and altogether he treated his supposed 'girlfriend' EXTREMELY poorly!"

                                            >She nods in conclusion.

                                            >"So... what do you have to say to THAT?"

                                            "...OK, first off, I'll admit I was a bit of a dick that day, but so what? First off, I had to sit in a waiting room for ages, then I had to meet my girlfriend's angry father, then I was dragged to a fucking 2 hour movie musical starring a fucking pop star that can't sing without autotune, then Silver had an anxiety attack or something and we both had to go and listen to her bitch about her ex-boyfriend getting into another relationship before she did, and then Diamond fucking insisted on still going on to Rarity's and spending hours getting measured for like twenty new outfits. So yeah, I was fucking tired and I took it out on Diamond and Rarity, I'm sorry. But it's a crazy leap to assume I'm fucking ABUSING her because of that!"

                                            >You can see Speedy deflate as you explain yourself.

                                            >All three of them look at the floor.

                                            >"S-So yer not? Really?"

                                            "No! Diamond is the most important person in my life, I'd never hurt her!"

                                            >You take a deep breath and start to explain everything.

                                            >After talking to the cops so often, you've gotten pretty good at telling your life story.

                                            >By the end, all three stare at you with amazement in their eyes.

                                            >"No kiddin'?"

                                            >"Her own father..."

                                            >Scoots clears her throat.

                                            >"Alright! I think we've all heard enough. It's... exceedingly doubtful that you've done anything to hurt Diamond."

                                            "...What was your plan if I had?"

                                            >"Huh?"

                                            "I mean, you're three small women shut in a soundproof room with a guy you thought was... what, beating his girlfriend and forcing her to crossdress? Sounds like a stupid idea to me."

                                            >More nervous glancing before Scoots speaks.

                                            >"W-Well, we... didn't know it would be... THIS kinda place..."

                                            >"Yeah, we thought it was just like a normal bar... then we saw this pole..."

                                            >"Ah came prepared t' defend mahself! Look!"

                                            >Bloom pulls out some rope, and gently tosses a lasso around your upper shoulders.

                                            >...

                                            >You yank on the rope.

                                            >Bloom topples over with a squeak, falling on Scoots, who falls on Speedy.

                                            >Three groans of pain call out in unison.

                                            "...Look, I know I should be angry at you guys right now, but I'm mostly just concerned. You're hanging out with a knife-wielding psychopath, blinding wandering around shady strip joints, and intentionally confronting a suspected abuser in an isolated location with no means of defending yourself. You girls need to cut this detective shit out. You're really bad at it, and you're going to end up stabbed. Or worse."

                                            >Scoots glares at you as she struggles to escape the sandwich she's trapped in.

                                            >"Maybe you're right! Maybe this was a bad idea! BUT: we'll NEVER, ever, ever, EVER hesitate to help our friend Diamond Tiara!"

                                            >Two muffled 'yeah's resound in reply.

                                            >"Sure, she might be conceited, and selfish, and vain, and grumpy, and lazy, and shallow, and proud, and mean, and bigoted, and condescending, and heartless, and petty, and cruel, but she's still our FRIEND!"

                                            >Bloom finally finds her footing.

                                            >"Yeah! An' we'll always help our friends! Even the ones that we haven't really kept in touch with for years! Even the ones that were never really technic'ly our friends t' begin with!"

                                            >"What... they said..."

                                            >Speedy wheezes for breath as her friends help her up.

                                            >"Diamond's... important to us. We'll always... be there for her... no matter what!"

                                            >The three stand tall with unbreakable determination in their hearts.

                                            "OK, so, where is Diamond now?"

                                            >Their eyes grow wide.

                                            >"Uhhhh... so, funny story..."


                                            ~~~~~


                                            >"MMPHMHMM!"

                                            "Hang on honey, I've got this."

                                            >You carefully remove the duct tape from your girlfriend's mouth as she glares daggers at her three 'friends' standing awkwardly behind you.

                                            >"Ah didn't mean t' tie her up so bad, but she just wouldn't sit still or stop yellin'!"

                                            >Taking off the last of the tape, you toss the remains next to the pile of ropes.

                                            >It's a little concerning how easily Bloom managed to turn her family's truck into a rape van, but that's something to worry about later.

                                            >Diamond flexes her lips and takes several deep breaths before unleashing her fury.

                                            >"What the FUCK is wrong with you?"

                                            >"We're sorry..."

                                            >"Just who the HELL gave you little shits the right to fucking KIDNAP me?"

                                            >"We thought he was abusing you!"

                                            >"Then you can fucking TALK to me about it like normal people do!"

                                            >"Ah tried! Ya wouldn't tell me what was really goin' on!"

                                            >"I saw you try on so many pretty dresses at Rarity's! But then when we saw you today, you were back to dressing like a boy! We thought... he got mad, and was forcing you to... I don't know!"

                                            >"I'm only dressed like this because it's Valentine's Day and I was going to surprise Anon with... well... IT'S NOT ANY OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS WHY I'M DRESSED LIKE THIS!"

                                            >Diamond blushes.

                                            >You're probably blushing as well.

                                            >That sounded like it was going to be a LOT of fun.

                                            >It's been a while since you got to see Diamond crossdress.

                                            >Even longer since you got to undress her afterwards...

                                            >"I guess we overreacted..."

                                            >"We just didn't want you to ruin our interrogation!"

                                            >"Can we make it up t' you?"

                                            >Three pairs of puppy eyes beseech your girlfriend for mercy.

                                            >But she has none to give.

                                            >You raise an eyebrow as you see a strangely evil smirk crawl across her face.

                                            >When she speaks again, it's in a strangely sadistic singsong voice.

                                            >...It's kinda hot.

                                            >"Oh, I think I know just the way for you three to apologize."


                                            ~~~~~


                                            >You take another sip of wine as you snuggle deeper on the couch, cozying up to your girlfriend.

                                            "This was a great idea."

                                            >She smiles, and nuzzles closer.

                                            >"Glad you like it."

                                            >"We are the cutie mark crusaders... On a quest to find out who we are..."

                                            >The evening's entertainment reluctantly sing and dance on the stage before you.

                                            >You snort with laughter as they wave their arms around in a goofy cheer.

                                            "They really did this shit in high school?"

                                            >"ALL the time!"

                                            "That's hilarious!"

                                            >"Oh, you should've seen it with the costumes! It was all like..."

                                            >You laugh as Diamond roughly describes their big 70s glam hairstyles.

                                            "What the hell is a 'cutie mark', anyway?"

                                            >"It's from some kids' show they were obsessed with about magical horses."

                                            "Holy shit, you guys were fucking dorks!"

                                            >The three of them pout at you as they hold the final pose of the number.

                                            >You set the wineglass down to deliver a demeaning golf clap alongside Diamond.

                                            "Encore!"

                                            >"NO!"

                                            >Scoots stomps her foot in frustration.

                                            "Come on, one more!"

                                            >"Do the one about having horse... hearts! Heart like a horse!"

                                            >"NOOOO!"

                                            >"We did the stupid thing, now let us go!"

                                            >Diamond waves them off.

                                            >"Fine, fine. I've still got to give Anon his REAL show, anyway..."

                                            >Oh... you like the sound of that.

                                            >Just before the three shuffle off-stage, you call out one last time.

                                            "Hey... So... what you guys did was stupid. But, I guess it is nice to know that Diamond has people like you looking out for her. So... thanks. In a way."

                                            >All three flash you genuine heartfelt smiles.

                                            >Scoots looks like she wants to say something else, but Speedy gives her a nudge as she glances at Diamond.

                                            >They scurry out just as your girlfriend stands up, anxiously smoothing down her suit.

                                            >She hasn't worn one of those in a while. Makes you nostalgic.

                                            >"...that wasn't too mean of me, right?"

                                            "As revenge for a kidnapping? Nah, you're fine. It's not even social embarrassment really, I'm the only one who saw."

                                            >Diamond looks unconvinced.

                                            >"I guess... I just don't want to end up like I was..."

                                            "Then go have lunch together or something. Look, once you make the effort, it always works out. They clearly care about you a lot, so don't worry about it."

                                            >She nods.

                                            >"Right... I won't worry about it."

                                            >She smirks as she struts over to the pole.

                                            >thisiswherethefunbegins.jpg

                                            >In a flash she's tossed her suit jacket on your lap.

                                            >She stretches her arms up, and starts to grind her body against the pole.

                                            >You can just make out the silhouette of her lithe figure outlined beneath her dress shirt.

                                            >Eventually, she claws the bottom of her shirt, untucking it from her pants, giving you a brief peak at her smooth tummy before the fabric loosely falls down.

                                            >Glancing up at her face, you see her staring at you with a combination of her smug smirk and lusty bedroom eyes.

                                            >"Patience, little boy."

                                            >She continues to dance without breaking eye contact.

                                            >While slowly gyrating her hips, she grabs her tie and starts winding it around the pole.

                                            >She mimes giving it a tug, and her eyes widen in perfect sync.

                                            >Her whole demeanor changes instantly. Instead of oozing dominance like before, she looks scared and vulnerable as she playfully chokes herself.

                                            >It's so easy to visualize yourself over her.

                                            >Taking her.

                                            >Just the way she wants it.

                                            >Her other arms grips her collar, and deftly opens the top button.

                                            >Even just the sight of her neck is unbelievably arousing.

                                            >Her skin glistens with sweat.

                                            >She licks her lips nervously.

                                            >"A-Anon..."

                                            >She pants with flustered breath and leans forward.

                                            >"C-Can you please..."

                                            >Suddenly, a men's shoe is pressing down on your crotch.

                                            >"Be a dear and untie that for me?"

                                            >Immediately, she's back to her cool gaze and sly smile.

                                            >Her foot grinds against your erection just roughly enough to make you shudder at the sensation.

                                            >With trembling fingers, you work the laces, then help her pull her foot free.

                                            >Of course she's wearing men's socks as well, and you can feel that it's slightly damp.

                                            >The scent of leather combined with Diamond's sweaty foot shouldn't be as erotic as it currently is.

                                            >But it's a fetish she seems intent on giving you, as she gently brushes her foot against your cheek.

                                            >"Good boy..."

                                            >Suddenly her foot lowers, and her face is inches from you.

                                            >She licks her lips slowly, making sure you see how smoothly her slimy muscle glides over them.

                                            >"You deserve a reward."

                                            >Her mouth parts open, prompting you to do the same.

                                            >Only for the stink of leather to return as she shoves her other shoe in your face.

                                            >"Once you've finished, of course."

                                            >That haughty, teasing voice would be infuriating if it was also insanely sexy.

                                            >You bite your tongue, ignore the throbbing in your pants, and take the shoe off.

                                            >But the foot doesn't leave.

                                            >"Keep going."

                                            >Unseen toes wiggle as you reach up Diamond's calf to grip the edge of the sheer dress sock.

                                            >Your fingers drag it down her smooth leg, over her heel, and just as you remove it from her foot you cheekily wiggle your fingers on her sole.

                                            >Her ticklish foot twitches. You can see she has bright red nail polish on her toes, the sudden femininity seeming all the more alluring in contrast to her appearance.

                                            >"Now kiss."

                                            >One by one, you smooch each sweaty toe.

                                            >You doubt there's a single patch of skin on Diamond that you haven't tasted by now. But it feels very different when she's ordering you to do it.

                                            >After all, she's technically your boss.

                                            >This is some serious sexual harassment.

                                            >And you are in full support of it.

                                            >She lowers her foot and raises the first one again.

                                            >"This time... no hands."

                                            >You only hesitate for a moment before you grip her sock with your teeth.

                                            >You don't exactly enjoy the taste, but you don't resist when the salty fabric touches your tongue.

                                            >You pull it off her, only for her bare foot to deftly push it back in your face.

                                            >She grinds it into you for a moment, just long enough for to feel thoroughly marked with her scent.

                                            >Pulling back, her grin turns gleefully sadistic as she starts to wind herself around the pole again.

                                            >This time, her naked feet help her climb, lifting off the floor entirely as she strikes a pose and drifts in a circle.

                                            >"You can start touching yourself if you want..."

                                            >You instantly zip down your pants and fish out your cock-

                                            >"But no cumming."

                                            >...and, limit yourself to slow strokes.

                                            >Diamond continues her spin, and carefully manages to hang her upper body upside down.

                                            >Her shirt slips, and you can clearly see her tummy this time, all the way up to that cute little belly button.

                                            >It's rising and falling with deep breaths as she exerts herself.

                                            >"I bet you're just dying to cum all over my stomach again, aren't you?"

                                            >Diamond rises to a standing position again, but keeps her shirt raised.

                                            >She flexes her hips, and her stomach undulates in a seductive bellydance.

                                            >"I really like it when you cum there as well, I can feel it tickle..."

                                            >She works the lower buttons on her shirt, and lets it fall.

                                            >It's like two curtains framing a show of absolute sensuality.

                                            >She raises her arms, grabbing her tie again, and wrapping them around the pole behind her.

                                            >She moans as she fucks the empty air, thrusting her hips forward to present you with the perfect view of her gyrating midriff.

                                            >"But I don't want you to..."

                                            >Her hips shudder and collapse in a simulated orgasm.

                                            >She makes a show of dragging her weakened body up the pole again.

                                            >"You ONLY come inside me tonight."

                                            >She barks the command at you.

                                            >"Did you hear me?"

                                            "Yes... Mistress?"

                                            >Fuck that sounded goofy.

                                            >But that's what you're supposed to say in situations like this, right?"

                                            >Diamond picks up on your awkwardness and turns away so you can't see her stifle her laughter.

                                            >"On second thought, maybe you should just shut up."

                                            >Her hands return to her shirt, working at the rest of the buttons.

                                            >Opening it up, she shows you the familiar tight binding that compresses her chest.

                                            >"I know how much you like this part."

                                            >That smirk returns.

                                            >"You absolutely LOVE it when I reek of sweat."

                                            >She approaches you as she slowly unwinds the fabric.

                                            >"I did this for you, so you had better be a good boy and clean me up."

                                            >Sure enough, as she gets closer you can start to smell her.

                                            >It triggers something in you.

                                            >Makes you feral.

                                            >Your cock is diamonds.

                                            >You're too horny to even come up with a good diamond pun.

                                            >She's unwrapping your present.

                                            >It's going to feel so good when she's done.

                                            >She just clutching some cloth over her tits now.

                                            >"Just one more thing..."

                                            >In a flash she reveals her breasts.

                                            >They're as delicious as ever.

                                            >You love the way they slowly expand once from their prison.

                                            >They're on the small side, but still big enough to feel very satisfying to grip in your hands.

                                            >But just as you have that thought, you realize your hands are moving against your will.

                                            >Diamond has wrapped her cloth bindings around your wrists, and is pinning them above your head.

                                            >"No touching."

                                            >She licks her lips sensually.

                                            >"I know you can't control yourself when my sweaty tits are in your face."

                                            >She dangles them just out of reach of your salivating mouth.

                                            >"And like I said, you don't get to cum until you're inside me."

                                            >She lightly brushes her hips against your cock, and you can feel yourself staining her suit pants with pre-cum.

                                            >She falls on top of you, grinding her chest into your face.

                                            >Your mind feels foggy with lust.

                                            >There's a burning animalistic desire that you need to express.

                                            >And the only thing you can think of to release it is to bite the sensitive flesh before you.

                                            >Diamond yelps.

                                            >"You're... quite desperate, aren't you?"

                                            >You're too busy enjoying yourself.

                                            >Your tongue slurps up as much of her taste as you can.

                                            >Your teeth test the elasticity of her sweaty skin.

                                            >Your eyes roll back in your head as you immerse yourself in Diamond.

                                            >You blindly fumble for her hard nipple, and fiercely suck.

                                            >"FUUUUUCK me this is gonna backfire hard..."

                                            >You smile, and release her nipple.

                                            >Your pride at having pierced her tough armour helps you regain a bit of focus.

                                            >You play along with her wishes, your tongue lazily swiping across her tits, her pungent sweat being replaced with a thin layer of your saliva.

                                            >You make sure to pay some attention to her armpits as well, enjoying Diamond's whimpering as you tickle her.

                                            >She slowly raises her body higher, allowing you to lap at her belly before you taste fabric once again.

                                            >"Here... let me show you the fruit of your labour..."

                                            >She kneels on your arms to pin them in place, while her hands move to her groin.

                                            >You hear the sound of a zipper, and she guides her open fly over your nose.

                                            >It's a furnace.

                                            >You've never known her musk to be as strong as this.

                                            >That animalistic part of you assumes control once more.

                                            >You want her.

                                            >Take her.

                                            >Make her yours.

                                            >You strain your arms against her weight, and buck your hips into the air.

                                            >She squeaks, and stumbles off of you.

                                            >You try to say something to her, but it comes out as a snarl.

                                            >"Oh, you liked that, didn't you?"

                                            >She shivers with a smile, her eyes wide in what you can tell is a genuine reaction, far different from her earlier teasing.

                                            >"Well, you're gonna get it. But first... wouldn't you like to work off a bit of that rage?"

                                            >She deftly removes her belt and tosses it to you.

                                            >"W-Why don't y-you h-hang on to that for a s-second?"

                                            >As she stammers, she opens the final button, and slowly tugs her pants down.

                                            >She's wearing a lacy black thong underneath.

                                            >You can just barely make out her swollen lips beneath it.

                                            >"I-I know I've b-been a... b-b-bad girl..."

                                            >She turns around and grips the pole in her hands.

                                            >And presents her cute little bottom to you.

                                            >"G-Go ahead... P-Punish me."

                                            >You grip the skinny belt in your hands.

                                            >This isn't something Diamond's ever even hinted that she wanted.

                                            >Considering how much she's stammering right now, it's clear it's hard for her to ask for this.

                                            >...Was that what all this was for?

                                            >To tease you into such a state that you'll just go along with her desires?

                                            >Nah, you shouldn't overthink this.

                                            >She's been really nice to you, now you can do something nice for her.

                                            >You look over Diamond's body, covered only by a white shirt, a loose tie, and a tight thong that leaves her small, yet plump cheeks exposed.

                                            >Vulnerable.

                                            >You softly brush the edge of the leather belt along her ass.

                                            >She clenches in response.

                                            >"P-Please..."

                                            >You give her a little whack, just enough for her to feel it.

                                            >Her breath catches in her throat.

                                            >A new feeling floods your body.

                                            >It's similar to how you've felt when you've pulled on her tie in the past.

                                            >Raw power over her.

                                            >The feeling washes over your mind, and you begin to realize something...

                                            >She HAS been a bad girl.

                                            "You love acting like a little brat, don't you?"

                                            >"I-I..."

                                            >WHACK!

                                            >She whines.

                                            >It's an impressive sound, beginning as a whimper of pain, then descending a lengthy scale to end in a throaty mewl of arousal.

                                            >Her right ass cheek jiggles ever so slightly as you start to see a red mark appear.

                                            "You love dragging me out to buy clothes and do dumb girl shit."

                                            >WHACK!

                                            >Left cheek feels the sting.

                                            >She whimpers. Her legs shiver.

                                            "You loved being able to bully Bloom and her friends."

                                            >WHACK!

                                            >Diamond hits a high note that you worry might shatter the wineglasses.

                                            >You aimed that one in the middle, and you're pleased to see matching marks appear on both sides of her ass crack.

                                            "And you REALLY loved teasing me, didn't you?"

                                            >WHACK!

                                            >"...mmmffffghAAAAAAA!"

                                            >A rough yell explodes from her.

                                            "You know I've been at work all day, slaving on my feet, and all I want is to be able to come home to my woman and get some satisfaction."

                                            >You struggle to keep a straight face as you try to keep your tone indignant.

                                            >That was a bit of a gamble. Especially since you mainly just slacked off at work today.

                                            >But you see Diamond grip the pole tighter.

                                            >She seems to like the idea of being 'yours'.

                                            >Or maybe she's just been under so much pressure from the store.

                                            >She's been working her adorable little tush off, maybe roleplaying as your little stay-at-home trad wife is exactly the kind of vacation she needs.

                                            >Well, you can ask her about it later.

                                            >For now...

                                            >WHACK!

                                            >"...aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAFUCK... Anon..."

                                            "Yes?"

                                            >"Anon... m-more, please..."

                                            "Oh... I'm just getting started."

                                            >You brush the belt over her ass, enjoying the hiss of her breath as you drag it over her sore flesh.

                                            "You thought you could treat me like one of your servants? Tease me? Step on me?"

                                            >WHACK!

                                            >"...mmmmimsor... I'm sorry..."

                                            "No you're not. Because you wanted this to happen."

                                            >You lean in close, right next to her ear.

                                            "You can tease me all you want, Diamond. You can boss me around at work or in the bedroom. You can prance around and be a smug little brat who always gets her way. It really doesn't matter. Because we both know who really holds your LEASH."

                                            >And with that, you grab her tie, and pull it behind her back.

                                            >It takes a lot of concentration, but you find the perfect amount of force to make her arch her head back, without risking her airflow.

                                            >You listen to her heavy breathing for a few seconds before you're sure you've got it.

                                            >Then you raise the belt high.

                                            >WHACK!

                                            >"EEEEEEEEAAAAAAHH!!!"

                                            >Her torso actually sinks lower as she thrusts her ass as high as it can go.

                                            "And I'll ALWAYS be around to PUNISH you for it!"

                                            >WHACK!

                                            >...

                                            >No scream.

                                            >Just the sharp intake of breath, followed by her body going rigid.

                                            >Then her knees buckle.

                                            >You let the tie slide from your grasp as she slides to the floor.

                                            >The shimmer of liquid catches your eye, dripping down from the sides of her thong, coating her thighs in her fluid.

                                            >She twitches her hips as the orgasm shoots through her.

                                            >She finally releases her breath in a powerful moan that makes you shudder from the raw passion of it.

                                            >Two wide eyes suddenly appear as she regains her awareness, looking at you with a mixture of appreciation and hesitation.

                                            >You drop the belt and kiss your girlfriend.

                                            >Her mouth is burning up, so hot from the blood coursing through her face that you don't fully lock lips with her.

                                            >Instead, you let your tongue slide in and out of her mouth as your lips repeatedly make and break contact with hers.

                                            >Like slowly prodding a bite of hot food with your lips and tongue until it's cool.

                                            >It's a messy kiss, but neither of you mind.

                                            >You slowly flip her onto her back.

                                            >Her nearly nude body is splayed before you.

                                            >You take the opportunity to more thoroughly sample your favourite bits of her that you couldn't properly appreciate before.

                                            >Her neck, just above the collarbone. You love how she twitches when your breath tickles her.

                                            >Her cute nipples. It must hurt for them to get hard while all wrapped up. Poor things need extra kisses.

                                            >Her bellybutton. You decide to show mercy and refrain from torturing her with raspberries this time, instead settling for a few sloppy licks.

                                            >She'll need her energy for what's coming, after all.

                                            >You finally come to the prize she's been teasing you with.

                                            >But first, you decide to clean her up a little bit.

                                            >You haven't really gotten to play with her thighs yet, after all.

                                            >She wiggles her hips and whines in frustration.

                                            "Patience, girl."

                                            >She immediately falls silent.

                                            >You savour her taste a little longer.

                                            >She really made a big mess.

                                            >Only when you've had your fill of her slender yet soft legs do you turn your attention to the final piece of clothing that stands in the way between you and your Valentine's Day gift.

                                            >And of course, you're going to rip it off with your fucking teeth.

                                            >You try and snarl first, tapping into that feral beast inside you before biting on the elastic.

                                            >It takes a few awkward tugs, but it does give.

                                            >You're surprised to find her hairless and smooth. She must've just done that today.

                                            >It doesn't really matter to you either way, but you do appreciate how easier it is to see her swollen lips drool in anticipation.

                                            >You steal a few licks to taste her from the source, mainly to hear her squeak in pleasure.

                                            >Then you get into position.

                                            >You raise her legs up and press them forward.

                                            >Her eyes widen even more as you loom over her in a mating press.

                                            >You hiss as your cock makes contact, sliding along her sopping wet lips.

                                            >She bites her lip, stifling another moan.

                                            >Her arms slowly drift up your torso, pulling you in for a kiss.

                                            >It's another really sloppy kiss.

                                            >It almost seems like she's trying to spill drool all over herself.

                                            >Once her tongue is done painting the inside and outside of your mouth, you pull your hips back, placing yourself at her entrance.

                                            >That's when she suddenly raises her head to whisper in your ear.

                                            >"Please rape my slutty little pussy, daddy."

                                            >You'll unpack all of that later.

                                            >Right now, you have a job to do.

                                            >You enter Diamond easily, and she makes that deep moan again.

                                            >You had intended to plunge deep with the first thrust, but you have to slow down so that you don't cum instantly.

                                            >She's insanely hot, and somehow even tighter than you expected.

                                            >It's far from your best performance, but you manage to get a rhythm going.

                                            >Both of you are more than ready for the finish.

                                            >You grip her thighs, she hugs your torso.

                                            >You give her a soft kiss and rub your tongue against hers.

                                            >You'll never get used to how soft she is.

                                            >You feel her tense and shiver as she cums, and you know you've past your own point of no return.

                                            >You recall her earlier instructions.

                                            >Does she really want you to finish inside? Or could it just have been roleplay?

                                            >Or could she actually be intending to...

                                            >You push those thoughts from your head.

                                            >You trust Diamond, no matter what.

                                            >You focus on feeling as much of her as you can as you go over the edge.

                                            >Your world is a blur of intoxicating scents, various fluids, and the ever-present feel of Diamond's soft skin.

                                            >All you could ever want.

                                            >When you come back to yourself, you can feel Diamond squeezing you tightly and gently kissing your ear.

                                            >You release her legs, and return her embrace.

                                            >For a moment you see something odd. Diamond turns her head, glancing off to the side with a strange expression on her face.

                                            >Then she gives a small smirk and a barely perceptible wink.

                                            >You follow her gaze, but can only see the stage curtain and the blackness beyond.

                                            >The curtain sways ever so slightly.

                                            >Could someone have...

                                            >Did Diamond see...

                                            >Were those three girls...

                                            >Nah, you're just being paranoid.

                                            >You repay Diamond's affection, using your mouth to play with her ear.

                                            >After a few moments you decide to voice that big question.

                                            "So... 'daddy'?"

                                            >"Yeah, what about it? Lots of girls do it, it's not weird..."

                                            >You can hear her use her 'pouty' voice.

                                            "Just glad you didn't drop that on me until after I met your father."

                                            >"What? Ew! Why would you bring him up?"

                                            "You started it!"

                                            >"No! I called you 'daddy', that's an entirely different thing than 'father'!"

                                            "They're kinda not..."

                                            >"What are you, Freud? You think I want to secretly fuck my father? Gross!"

                                            "Well not exactly, but you gotta admit..."

                                            >"You're crazy. That had absolutely NOTHING to do with... him."

                                            "OK, what was it about then?"

                                            >"Just... I don't know. It feels good."

                                            "Right..."

                                            >"It's like what you said earlier, about how I can be... bad. And you'll... keep me in line. I know it was all just sexy talk, but I do kinda feel that I can rely on you for that. Making sure I don't go too far, while still letting me be... myself."

                                            "And that has nothing whatsoever to do with your-"

                                            >"Just shut the fuck up."