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I Swear I Don't Have a DILF Fetish!

By anonkuru
Created: 18th November 2020 07:33:53 PM

  1. >be babysitter for Diamond Tiara
  2. >pay is unbelievably high and the only job a stallion can get and more so for an alien stallion
  3. >too good to quit
  4. >go above and beyond what's expected of a foal sitter
  5. >diamond tiara warms up to you in a tsundere way
  6. >really she's not that bad she just needed someone to love her  
  7. >you don’t understand the ponies around you
  8. > “It must be hard foalsitting Diamond Tiara even a stallion like yourself.”
  9. >“You can foal sit my daughter if foalsitting Diamond Tiara is too hard for you anon.”
  10. >that’s what you hear most when you speak to others
  11. >Diamond Tiara is a brat but not that bad
  12. >come to pick her up from school
  13. “Diamond Tiara!”
  14. >she turns to where you are with that cute smile of hers
  15. >ponies man, too cute
  16. >“Anon!”
  17. “Hey DT, I made carrot casserole you like. Come on.”
  18. >Diamond Tiara nods happily and goes
  19. >the school ponies are shocked by the complete 180 of Diamond Tiara’s behavior
  20.  
  21. >be with silver spoon
  22. >be teenage diamond tiara
  23. >you swear you’re not crushing on anon
  24. >he’s your old foalsitter now butler
  25. “So what if he’s not like those prissy sensitive colts? He has so much good points about him, what kind of stupid mare won’t see that?”
  26. >you list all the good things about him
  27. >think for a moment on what kind of mare is worthy of him
  28. “Somepony who has known him for a while that understands him and who will love him for who he is and not because of his ‘exotic’ stallion thing. Somepony that can provide for him and rich enough to let him have a comfortable life that he deserves.”
  29. >Silver Spoon chuckles. “Who would have him in the first place? He’s not exactly a colt a mare would look for.”
  30. “I would!”
  31. >Silver Spoon is too stupid to see anon’s good points
  32. >“He’s old enough to be your dad.”
  33. >this stupid mare
  34. “That just makes it better!”
  35. >you cover your mouth
  36. >yfw
  37. “I need to go.”
  38.  
  39. >at home
  40. >be anon cooking tiara’s favorite carrot casserole
  41. >she comes up looking tired
  42. “Hey Diamond Tiara I made your favorite. Take a seat and dig in.”
  43. >something is up with her
  44. >not the usual cheerful self like she normally is
  45. >suspicious.jpg
  46. “Hey Diamond Tiara, you doing alright?”
  47. >you see the blush beneath her coat, you place your hand on her forehead, no heat
  48. >huh
  49. >“It’s nothing I swear!”
  50. >well that’s new
  51. >suspiciouspone.tapestry
  52. >for now you choose to leave it alone so she can enjoy her meal in peace
  53. >you forget that smiling filly used to be a shitty brat
  54. >the days of dodging dolls, quills, inkwells and other items now seemed like a fond memory
  55. >after your meal was finished you rise from your seat, prepared to collect the dishes, but you pause at the sight of a full plate across from you
  56. >you frown at her, noting her food is nearly untouched, and she seems visibly tired
  57. >and a bit… flustered?
  58. “Ok DT, tell me what’s wrong.”
  59. >you lay the plate back down and sit across from her again
  60. >she doesn’t speak for a moment, though she glances up at you timidly
  61. >“Anon, what do you think of dating someone with an age gap?”
  62. “Uh what?”
  63. >oh no
  64. >some faggot stallion is trying to take advantage of her
  65. >happened before, since her family is rich
  66. “I absolutely find it disgusting. It’s reprehensible and immoral.”
  67. >diamond tiara is frozen
  68. “DT? You ok?”
  69.  
  70. >you are diamond tiara
  71. >and you can’t believe what he had just told you
  72. >his carrot casserole isn’t going down your throat well
  73. >heh heh, going down your throat
  74. >tfw no dilf dick to suck
  75. >why live?
  76. >“DT? Did some older stallion try to seduce you or something? You tell me who it is and I’ll whoop his ass.”
  77. “N-no it’s nothing like that.”
  78. >ok you can still save this
  79. >don’t fuck this up mare
  80. “Would you like to date a younger mare?”
  81. >you look up hopeful at him
  82. >he rubs his chin thinking, dem forehooves- forearms, that’s what he called it right?
  83. >“Sure why not. Though I doubt I’ll find a mare. DT the casserole is getting cold.”
  84. >YES
  85. “What kind of mare?”
  86. >he shrugged, “I dunno, I guess I’ll have to meet the mare herself. Enough about that, you have homework today right?”
  87. >maybe you still might have a chance
  88. “Uhm yeah, can you help me?”
  89. >be night time
  90. >anon left and you’re alone in this house and your parents are late
  91. >again
  92. >fuck them
  93. >you see anon’s jacket
  94. >clumsy colt, forgetting his jacket again
  95. >but he’s your clumsy colt
  96. >well will be anyways
  97. >it’s big enough to cover you
  98. >smells like him
  99. >smells of carrots and grass
  100. >celestia why does it smell so good?
  101. >you’re done with your homework and you got nothing else to do…
  102. >and this isn’t the first time anon forgot his clothes then get it back the next day
  103. >hmmm
  104.  
  105. >be anon
  106. >you’re returning to the mansion since you forgot your jacket
  107. >again
  108. >you really need to remember bringing it back with you
  109. >the door was unlocked and you let yourself in
  110. >Now where did you put that jacket?
  111. >you swear that girl doesn’t even bother locking the doors at night
  112. >there aren’t any thieves but you wanted her to be safe
  113. >probably by now she’s in her room
  114. >maybe you should give her a frightful scare
  115. >you go behind her door, then you kick the door in
  116. >diamond tiara squeals like a bitch
  117. “Ha ha, I keep telling you DT to lock your doors quit screaming like a colt, anyways have you seen my jacket? I ca-”
  118. >you didn’t expect this
  119. >not at all
  120. > “ANON WHA- I no this isn’t what you think it totally isn't- I was um- exercising with it.”
  121. >DT is just in pure panic mode after you caught her clopping while holding on to your jacket
  122. >you walk over her and shush her gently as you stroke her mane, she stops stammering slowly, but now a bumbling mess
  123. “DT, this is a perfectly normal thing for a growing mare, you don’t have to be sorry about it.”
  124. > “Anon I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to. Please don’t tell my parents.”
  125. >you smile “Of course not. It’s going to be our secret ok?”
  126. >she nodded, small tears rolling down her cheeks. “Promise?”
  127. “Promise.”
  128.  
  129. >you are Diamond Tiara and you are afraid
  130. >your babysitter is coming to see you again after seeing you masturbating with his jacket
  131. >you don’t know which is worse, the fact that he treated you like a growing mare or being caught
  132. >“DT, this is a perfectly normal thing for a growing mare, you don’t have to be sorry about it.”
  133. >he still sees you as a filly from all those years ago!
  134. >that was a declaration of war from him
  135. >a colt thinks he can outwit you? Play you like a damn fiddle?
  136. >hedidplaymelikeadamnfiddle.apple
  137. >if he still sees you as a filly you gotta change that
  138. >but how are you going to do that?
  139. >ok, you need to gather your info, what does a stallion like?
  140. >eat their foods, doing homework, sleeping before their curfew, earnest
  141. >wait
  142. >isn’t that what anon likes?
  143. >crabapples!
  144. >you need to find a way to see what he’s into, what makes him tick
  145.  
  146. >Be Anon
  147. >You seriously wonder what kind of friends she has to make her ask that kind of vulgar question
  148. >Honestly you didn’t mind but it’s that you worry if she would carry herself like that she wouldn’t get a coltfriend
  149. >Lord knows she’s already helpless virgin imagine her as a stupid one
  150. >You see Diamond Tiara doing her homework, it reminded you when she was a filly, alone and sad with her bratty attitude making her more alone
  151. >Fuck her parents, wherever they are this time
  152. >Then you realized something, she needed a coltfriend
  153. >Hmmmmm,,,
  154. >Then again you do think why she didn’t have a coltfriend yet, not like she has the same shitty attitude. Not that she isn’t haughty at times but that was what made her cute.
  155. >She didn’t look half bad either, compared to other mares in your eyes she had a pleasant coat color with matching eye colors
  156. >Then again her being rich you are worried about some gold digging stallions, and DT could be a push over sometimes.
  157. >You’re not gonna let her be a simp, nope
  158. >“Hey Anon?”
  159. “Yeah what’s up DT?”
  160. >“Can I ask you something personal?”
  161. “Sure?”
  162. >“How come you don’t have a special somepony?”
  163. >Oh boy, this is gonna be a doozy one
  164. >But hey at least she learned to ask first
  165. “That’s gonna be a difficult question to answer.”
  166. >You look at Diamond Tiara, the little filly that grew up so fast and changed better as a person- pony. You admit, you saw her as a daughter that you wanted to make sure she would be fine when she would enter society as a fully matured pony.
  167. >One day she’ll grow up, get a job, have a herd and be happy with her life
  168. >Until then romance could wait
  169. “I’ll tell you when you’re older DT.”
  170. >She gave a disappointed pout “Meaning you’ll never answer and hope I’ll forget about it.”
  171. >You ruffle her mane
  172. “You’ll understand when you grow older.”
  173.  
  174. >Be Diamond Tiara
  175. >And you are miffed, confused, frustrated, and above all else discouraged
  176. >No matter what you did Anon wouldn’t budge, and ends up treating you like a filly
  177. >You’re a mare Celestia damn it
  178. >This time you decided to get a part time job
  179. >While you can just get money you need to show Anon that you can raise money on your own
  180. >With no help from your “parents”
  181. >You never grew up in a herd since being rich means you don’t have to share, or something like that, your mom expects you to do the same
  182. >You wondered what it was like to be in a herd, being in a large lovely family
  183. >That was an option you wouldn’t mind entertaining once in a while
  184. >But Anon was the only family you needed
  185. >Ok that didn’t sound right
  186. >Few months pass working in the diner
  187. >Anon encourages you to work to get to know how society works and what not, not knowing your plan
  188. >At work you see anon with a filly, younger than you are but with other mares and a stallion, most likely being a herd that anon also foalsits for
  189. >You shouldn’t feel jealous
  190. >“DT?”
  191. “Hello Anonymous.” You then turn to the herd “Good afternoon, what can I get you today?”
  192. >The herd makes their order
  193. >“Anon feel free to order what you want you’re like a family to us, don’t hold back!”
  194. >“Thank you I’ll have a salad.”
  195. >“Without flowers?”
  196. >Unlike other colts he never wanted flowers in his food in general, another oddity that makes Anon likable. He wasn’t some coltish pony that’s fragile and sensitive. He was someone you could rely on. A genuine po- hyuuman that is honest.
  197. >You shouldn’t be angry or jealous… ok it was both. But you couldn’t help it! You knew they’re trying to coax your Anon into their herd
  198. >Celestia’s left tit they’re going to…
  199. >Easy to say work didn’t go well after that
  200. >Few weeks after Anon was making dinner for you again
  201. >Unf, that ass and apron of his
  202. >His gym time really shows
  203. “Hey Anon, are you free this saturday.”
  204. >“Hm? I should be DT. Do you have an essay or something?”
  205. >You swallow that question, the question that says “I still think of you as a little filly.”
  206. “H-how about we get dinner.”
  207. >“Sure, that sounds nice. Are we going to the 5 Ponies?”  
  208. >“It’s a surprise. Remember how I got a waiter job?”
  209. >Anon set your favorite carrot casserole, ruffling your mane.
  210. “I do sport. I’m so proud of you taking your first step in getting a job.”
  211. >yfw
  212. “Well, I know this good restaurant, it’s really good. I think you’ll like it.”
  213. >“DT, you should spend those bits on stallions you want to date.”
  214. >Again, yfw. But this time you prepared for this.
  215. “You clear your throat, puff your tuft in feign confidence (you were totally not afraid no ma’am!).
  216. >“S-so Anon. Would you like to go on a dinner with me this Saturday evening?”
  217. “Sure DT, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Oh I’m so proud of you! ”
  218. >Easy girl, let the foal treatment slide
  219. >By the end of the Saturday evening, you’re going to make him yours
  220.  
  221. >Today was the day, and you are ready
  222. >Bouquet of flowers? Check
  223. >Combed mane and tuft? Check
  224. >Arriving fifteen minutes early? Check
  225. >You were ready
  226. >Ok mare, you need to show anon how to have a good time. Lead the stallion as a proper mare. He may be a janefilly but in the end he's a stallion.
  227. >YOU GOT THIS!
  228. >“Woah, hey DT. You’re early.”
  229. >You puff out your chest tuft
  230. “Yup, a mare is always ready fifteen minutes prior for any events!”
  231. >“I’m proud of you kiddo.”
  232. >You let out a quiet whicker as he gives you head scritches, even flicking you leg like you always did
  233. >You see Anon wearing a nice casual suit, the one you commissioned Rarity to make. And mama like, you couldn’t wait to unbutton his shirt once dinner was over.
  234. >That chest...
  235. >The restaurant, the fanciest one in this town, was packed as expected on a Saturday evening
  236. >After checking in, you and Anon were led to your seat, a nice table by the window to see the streets. With autumn coming the leaves were falling in bright orange and red.
  237. >Colts love that kind of view don’t they?
  238. >Ok, DT. First thing first, pull the chair out like a gentlemare
  239. >“I didn’t know they have a chair for my size here.”
  240. “I personally arranged it for you.”
  241. >“Aww, thanks DT.”
  242. >Heh, this time you even went out to order an extra large chair for your anon. You admit it took some string pullings to make it happen with your family name.
  243. >Alright, time to… huh?
  244. >You try to pull again, then again. The chair only moved an inch.
  245. “Here DT.”
  246. >You stepped aside for Anonymous to pull his own chair to sit down
  247. >Horseapples, it’s fine mare. You can still save the day you have plans after all
  248. >It wasn’t long until the waiter arrived
  249. >“Man, the menus here are so fancy.”
  250. “It’s alright Anon, I can order it for you if you want.”
  251. >Anon made that relieved smile of his. “Yeah? Then I’ll let you take care of it.”
  252. >Awww yiss
  253. “I’ll have the pea soup with corn cob salad. And for my dear Anon, he’ll have the yellowtail sauté with chocolate souffle as dessert.”
  254. >“You remembered I like fish.”
  255. “You tried to get me to like it, remember?”
  256. >“Oh right, to be fair you were a tiny tike back then, I was worried you wouldn’t grow.”
  257. “Hey, I've gotten taller now!”
  258. >That deep baritone voice of his let out a chuckle. Smoother than silk and sweeter than honey, you could listen to that voice forever. Especially if he’s moaning out your name.
  259. >“Just teasing you DT. By the way have you made any new friends at school?"
  260. >Your ear flicks to the direction of the sniggering and the whispering, they would all see when you snag this stallion for yourself. You are a mare, meaning small insults like those wouldn’t bother you in the slightest
  261. >“Sweet Celestia, she'd have a better chance with some stallion than that ape.”
  262. >“Fillies nowadays are trying to catch something they can’t… only a true mare can bag something like that.”
  263. >“You think you can do it?”
  264. >“Better than that filly? Absolutely.”  
  265. >Keep calm, DT. Keep. Calm. Remember that emotions are a one way ticket to making a fool of yourself. Remember what Anon taught you. You can’t let emotions make a mess of you now.
  266. >The dinner (save for the few rude patrons) went off without a hitch. By now, the sky was clear and the moon was in full bloom. Pale light showered the quiet village, and the scattered stars in the deep azure sky glittered.
  267. >“Whew, that was good. Thanks for the meal DT… what’s that?”
  268. >Arriving perfectly on time the carriage was already waiting for you both.
  269. “Come on Anon, the night isn’t over yet.”  
  270.  
  271. >The leaves painted in autumn colors rained down with the gentle breeze of the night. You could feel it in the air, the season of change playing a lovely tune before the snow covers Ponyville in sparkling white sheets. Life would start again, and so would you and Anon.  
  272. “Thank you.”
  273. >Anon didn’t reply but simply nodded. An understanding gaze that didn’t need an explanation. You knew Anon, and he knew you.
  274. “Before I met you, I hated my life. I was in a home I didn’t want to be in, and with parents that didn’t even so much as look at me. Everything was an agonizing blur, dragging by so slow that each day was unbearable.”
  275. >You grab his hand. The warmth that you felt when he hugged you for the first time. The warmth that reignited your heart. The warmth… that you never wanted to let go. Guard it safe where you and only you can see.
  276. >His deep green eyes, brighter than an emerald yet so delicate, stared into you. You wanted to take his lips then and there.
  277. >But he also taught you to be patient. All things needed to build up.
  278. >After the carriage ride, it was a little hike to see all of Ponyville. There’s a lone bench (that you set up some nights ago)
  279. >You look into the night, it was time.
  280. “Hey Anon. don’t you want something more than what you have? Something more fulfilling? You know I’m studying my mom’s business. It won’t be long until I take her position.”
  281. >His lips curved down, with a concerning crease on his eyes,
  282. >“You hated working with your mother…”
  283. “I know but if I need to care for a stallion I need to be better off financially than any other mare. What kind of mare would I be if I can’t do that? I can provide a large home and a backyard for all the foals! No stallion can say no to that.”
  284. >“Diamond Tiara, what did I tell you about thinking that way? If a stallion truly loved you he wouldn’t care about your wealth! You need to do what you love and find someone that will love you for who you are.”
  285. “I’m not a little filly that’s clinging onto some sappy colty romance!”
  286. >“I never said you were DT. I don’t want you to end up like I did.”
  287. >Your ears flatten back.
  288. “Like you did?”
  289. >“Remember when I told you about my world?”
  290. >You nod, recalling his tale of a world with a complete reversal of gender roles
  291. >“My family was poor, so college was out of the question. I took job after job to support my family. Then I met a girl…”
  292. >Anon rubbed his face, massaging his eyes as he took a deep breath before releasing a long sigh. There was a look of regret and reminiscence. A sardonic chuckle escaped his lips.
  293. >“I did everything I could to look good. Got buff, wore different clothes, changed how I spoke, and worked several part time jobs to get her whatever she wanted. Then I found out she already had a boyfriend and I was nothing but a bit dispenser.”
  294. >Anonymous held your hoof. Not in the way you wanted, but a light squeeze that was accompanied with a pleading gaze.
  295. >“Promise me Diamond Tiara. Promise me that you won’t let short sighted greed get the best of you. Don’t do something stupid for some stallion. Don’t make the same mistake I did.”      
  296. “What if it was all for you?”
  297. >“DT…”
  298. >He shook his head.
  299. >“You know I can’t do that.”
  300. “Is it because I’m too young? I can be a mature mare for you Anon! I’m not a filly anymore. I can be mature!”
  301. >“DT.”
  302. “I’ll get a job soon, and I’m doing really well in school. I take care of my responsibilities like a real mare.”
  303. >The corner of your eyes starts to swell with tears, and there’s a lurch in your stomach that you wanted desperately to ignore.
  304. “I can make you the happiest stallion in all of Equestria! We’ve known each other for so long we’re already joined at the hip-”
  305. >“Diamond Tiara!”
  306. >The tears stream down your face, lips quivering as you struggle to keep a cool composure
  307. >“DT… there is so much ahead in your life. New jobs, new opportunities, new friends... new love.”
  308. >He hugs you in close, the hand that you enjoyed having on your mane stung more than anything. You shouldn’t cry, but you are now. Whatever walls you had left crumbled. Sniveling like the brat you were. No, sniveling like the brat you are.
  309. >“I can’t let you shackle yourself, DT. You’re not meant to be here but out there. Manehattan, Fillydelphia, Canterlot. The whole of Equestria is brimming with opportunity for you! You have so much potential to achieve great things. If I say yes, all of that will be taken away.”
  310. >He pulls away, wiping your tears gently like he always does.  
  311. >“I can’t let that happen to you.”
  312. “But I don’t want an opportunity. I want you!”
  313. >“I know, I’m sorry.”
  314. >Easy to say, the walk back home was done all alone. Anon, a stallion of wisdom that he was, left early. Not that you couldn’t humiliate yourself more than you already did…
  315. >The walk back home, even if you could call it that, was more of a trudge.
  316. >As expected there was no light in your home. A large home like yours, the darkness stretched further into the empty halls.
  317. >You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but it was late enough to make your eyes red as an apple.
  318. >It didn’t help when you found out he left Ponyville
  319.  
  320. ~Ten Years Later~
  321.  
  322. >You are Diamond Tiara, CEO of Crowning Jewels Inc. with many companies under your control. You appeared in Equestria Weekly as the “Most Eligible Bachelorette” and “Most Successful Young Mare of the Year.” Every stallion wanted you and every mare wanted to be you. Life is great, who wouldn’t want to be you?
  323. >After the head splitting board meeting you were on the verge of slapping that bucking mare and kicked her out of the building through the window. With how much pull you have you could get away with murder.
  324. >As you pass by in the streets you see the newsstand with your face plastered onto the cover. There you were, alone, looking smug and successful as the best bachelorette. You were happy how everything turned out.
  325. >You check your watch, only an hour or so left until the next meeting. Then you were going to take the day off. Maybe go golfing.
  326. >Silver Spoon was supposed to meet you half an hour ago.
  327. >Inside the La Bouche Mooches, the society elite only restaurant, you are guided to your usual seat. There was no point asking for a menu. They knew your order by heart. That’s what it meant to be a mare of your stature. You were happy how they knew you, how successful you are.
  328. >It took only 4 bites to finish your carrot brule. Were you still hungry? Yes. A mare of your stature didn’t need to be full or eat something so uncultured, you weren’t a hopeless filly anymore. Like something so backwater like a carrot casserole didn’t suit you. You weren’t that filly that cried in her bed for nights on end.
  329. >Not anymore    
  330. >Everything you had was at the highest level of elegance. Stallions, food, home, and even water. You were a mare, no past baggage would shackle you.
  331. >You see the restaurant. High societies ponies poshly laugh and eat food that wouldn’t fill a filly’s stomach. Silver Spoon finally arrives for your brunch meet.  
  332. >“You started without me?” Silver Spoon asked with a hint of betrayal
  333. “You were late. Let me guess, it’s thanks to your husband?”
  334. >Silver Spoon scrunches her nose then groans. She orders herself a wine in the middle of a brunch.
  335. >“He says that he doesn’t want to go to Neighawaii anymore because some of his friends did. Now I need to figure out somewhere that’s ‘unique’ and ‘magical.’ I’m telling you if it wasn’t for that flank of his...”
  336. “And you keep telling me to get a stallion.”
  337. >Silver Spoon snorted. “You know some ponies think you’re a dyke right? You haven’t even looked at a stallion, not even that secretary of yours. The last stallion you had feelings for-”
  338. “You say his name and I guarantee you, you’ll get a hoof in the face and a beating of your lifetime.”
  339. >Silver Spoon shuts her mouth, you honestly didn’t want love advice from a pony that is triple timing her ‘husband.’ Yet many ponies think being married is the peak of life.
  340. >Anonymous… that was a name you haven’t heard being mentioned in years
  341. [spoiler]>Not that you ever forgot about him[/spoiler]
  342. >“-then I keep telling him to-”
  343. >You get off of your seat then place the bits at the table. Whatever Silver Spoon went on about you weren’t in the mood for it anymore.
  344. >“Hey where’re you going?”
  345. “I’ll see you back in the office. I need an actual meal.”
  346. >The streets were busy with many ponies going on about their business. In the crowd you were nothing but another pony. Then you smell the sweet carrot casserole being sold by the street vendor.
  347. >“Carrot casserole! Get your carrot casserole for sale!”
  348. >Who sells carrot casserole in the streets?
  349. >And why does it smell so familiar?
  350. >Your questions didn't matter. You might as well get an actual meal instead of the horseapples they sold in that restaurant that charges you triple for something so small.
  351. >High society your flank
  352.  
  353. >Be Anon
  354. >Manehattan was a nice place to move in after being in Ponyville for so long. Instead of being a foaltaker you were elevated to foal caretaker with a renowned reputation for fixing a brat’s behavior.
  355. >Not really fix you’d say. All they needed was love. The few that knew you were DT’s foalsitter went on to spread your name.
  356. >Before you know it you were getting requests left and right. After consulting Cadance (since she got you that job with DT in the first place in exchange for your carrot casserole recipe), she recommended Manehattan. Your schedule was packed. It was one filly after every day of the week. You honestly couldn’t keep them all up.
  357. >That’s why you’ve been consulting with a pony from the Crowning Jewels Inc.
  358. >The process was much quicker when the boss of land development was also for the mother of the filly you foalsit for
  359. >You still had a few minutes before your next filly. So you look for some food stand.
  360. >You didn’t expect a carrot casserole stand but for old times sake you chose to get it.
  361. >Unexpectedly you weren’t the only creature that craved for a casserole. From behind her coat and mane color reminded you of Diamond Tiara.
  362. >“Thank you, come again!”
  363. >You see the mare turn around, and she froze, accidentally letting go of her carrot casserole.
  364. >Just like you were frozen so was she
  365. >Because it was Diamond Tiara
  366.  
  367. >Be Cadance
  368. >Take off your carrot casserole seller illusion magic
  369. >Yfw when all according to keikaku  
  370. >Yfw Twilight, aunt Tia and aunt Lulu said it won’t work
  371. >Yfw it’s all thanks to you
  372.  
  373. >You are Diamond Tiara
  374. >And this is awkward
  375. >It’s been a few minutes since you blurted out asking Anon for a cup of coffee.
  376. >Around you were the sounds of other ponies going on about their businesses. Conversations overlapping, bouts of laughter and bits of half-heard discussions. Yet here you were, keeping your snout shut and your tongue tied.
  377. >It shouldn’t be this awkward yet it was. Last time you saw him was when you spectacularly begged Anon to be with you. Celestia damn it mare, were you pathetic or what? Come on mare say something he’s just staring at you!
  378. >With that tartarusly handsome looking face of his. Oh mare, did you miss that face. That forearm, muscles… and that damn smile of his. It aged like fine wine.    
  379. >“Hey DT, remember the nightmare night where you tried to bob apples?”
  380. “The one where I fell in the barrel?” You chuckle as you remember that day.
  381. >To be fair Anon did say that he could grab more than you. What kind of mare would let a stallion boast like that? Though what kind of mare would lose to a stallion?
  382. >Oh right that was you
  383. >You can feel the heat coming from your cheeks and your ears flatten. Anon seems to be smiling a whole lot more though. He and his stallion whimsy, you swear. Is this what stallions do? Reminding you of a challenge you lost in order hint to you that it’s time to challenge him again?
  384. >Is this what he means by that? Why do stallions have to be so confusing?
  385. “And I fell into the barrel. Yes, I remember clearly Anon.”
  386. >“You were such a cute filly back then. I’m so happy to see that you grew up so much.”
  387. “Ha ha… yeah. Well remember that time you tried to bake a cake and put salt by accident?” You ask with a snicker.
  388.  
  389. >Anon’s face twisted lightly, wincing but unfolding into laughter quickly. A large one too, with his rich baritone voice.
  390. >“Oh yeah, it turned out to be a disaster. And that went to the PTA meeting too! Man, I’ve always tasted everything I've made since then.”
  391. >Now you and Anon shared the silence. While the cafe was bustling with activities, your table was the only place that was wallowing in quagmire. In the midst of this strange reunion you hear the clinks and clanks from the mugs.
  392. >“You really grew up didn’t you. I still remember when you were a little filly back then.”
  393. >“I’m sorry I left you back then.”
  394. >Your ears perked up. Your heart fluttered, but there was little surprise. There was disappointment, really. Your ovaries would quake from how marely he was, He could always apologize and accept his own mistakes. Not that it was his fault that he had to leave town.  
  395. “Anon… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
  396. >“Let’s not play stupid DT. I left you on that day, and I shouldn’t have done it so suddenly. I’m sorry.”
  397. >This honestly was too much. Especially in a coffee shop. Breathe, Diamond Tiara. You are a tough mare now. You shouldn’t be feeling like this. Don’t be stupid, and play it cool.
  398. “What about now?”
  399. >You just said you shouldn't be feeling like this. Blast it all. But it’s now or never.
  400. >“What?”
  401. “I grew up like you said. I’ve experienced many things too. Can you really turn me away now?”
  402. >You saw a conflicted frown, shedding to a look of discomfort then shock.
  403. >“Damn it DT. I’m old enough to be your father.”
  404. “Don’t you realize that never mattered to me? You’re the reason why I’m into DILF Anon!”
  405. >“DT if I date you. Everything I did to put you on a better path would be all for nothing. You need to find a stallion of your age, get a family not with a human.”
  406. >This damn stallion. How long will it take for him to realize that you still loved him? Desperation be damned.
  407. “Anon that doesn’t matter to me! I always wanted a family with YOU!”
  408. >Oh mare what are you doing?
  409. >Anon sighs
  410. “One date.”
  411.  
  412. >This was only a date.
  413. >Nothing special of the sort, a “catch up” kind of date. Not some “hook up” kind of date. Yes. That’s all there is to it.
  414. >For christ’s sake you’re old enough to be her dad.
  415. >You wash your face with the cold water to wake yourself up. The amber lights of the restroom did little to illuminate your face. Though you can tell it was slightly red.
  416. >You calm your mind, yet the nervous squeeze in your chest remained. Why were you so nervous? How many times did you need to tell yourself that?
  417. >You’re Anon by the way. And right now you’re doing some massive mental gym dynamics. You forgot how long it has been since you went into the restroom, but it was more than the normal amount of time.  
  418. >You return to your seat in the bar next to DT. At the bar you and Diamond Tiara resume drinking, going on about the old days.
  419. >A shot per memory. And boy did you have a lot of memories to reminiscence.  
  420. >Winning the cart race, nightmare night costume contest, helping her with homework, talent contest… where did all that time go?
  421. >My god she really grew up hasn’t she?
  422. >Her mane were longer, silkier, and much more youthful. The foalish face was defined, more feminine and sexy.
  423. >Sexy? What the fuck. Where did that come from?
  424.  
  425. >You shake your head and remind yourself that this was Diamond Tiara you were talking about. The foal you saw as your own daughter. Then again she was a mare- NO.
  426. >You lightly massage your eyes. The soft sunset light was lulling you to sleep. Drowsy mind meant looser tongues. Not to mention the alcohol didn’t help at all. Speaking of…  
  427. >You now realize that she’s been drinking at your pace. You took a shot and she took a shot. It wasn’t that you were drinking too much but DT was. You taught her to quit while she was ahead. It was only correct you would too.
  428. >You were tipsy sure but it wasn’t enough to knock you down.
  429. “Hey DT… how are you not drunk yet?” You say in totally not slurred words
  430. >Her eyes were clear, focused, and above all sober.
  431. >“Practice, that and I ate a lot of greasy food. Isn’t that what you told me when I tried to drink? Or did you forget grandpa?”
  432. “Oh pleash…”
  433. >You do remember. It was before when she went out on a high school party.
  434. >She explained this with an all too aggravating smug smile. That beautiful nymph-like smile… Anyone would’ve lost staring into that enchanting sapphire eyes. That included you as well.  
  435. >‘Little brat… just what am I gonna do with you?’ as you curse her in your thoughts you ruffle her mane.
  436. >There it was again, that lovely smile of hers.  
  437. “I think it’s time to get out of here. I need to look for a carriage.”
  438. >“You can just sleep over at my apartment, it’s closer too.”
  439. >You sigh
  440. “Only to sleepover, got it?”
  441.  
  442. >Be Diamond Tiara
  443. >And this was the final stage
  444. >The make it or break it stage
  445. >Your apartment was truly the definition of success.
  446. >Crystal chandelier, newest interior design, mahogany wood and marble floor, and all manner of expensive decadence, all wrapped in a two story penthouse in the most expensive apartment in Manehatten.
  447. >With a nice touching finish of fresh scent of vanilla and jasmine.
  448. >You see Anon’s eyes analyzing your penthouse. Small details taken in his gentle eyes of his. If you weren’t a gentle mare you would’ve gotten him drunk and take him here and there.
  449. >But you were no ordinary vulgar mare.
  450. > “Wow DT the magazines weren’t kidding how successful you are.”
  451. >Even a stallion like Anon would be impressed.
  452. >You led Anon to the kitchen, and his eyes were widened.
  453. >Stallions. Enough said.
  454. >You and Anon sit at the table with a plate of microwaved cheese sticks to ease the drunk mind. Though Anon seemed more drunk than you.
  455. >Wait why is he going into the kitchen again?
  456. >Oh sweet Celestia you forgot the six pack.
  457. “Anon, aren’t you drinking too much?”
  458. >He shrugs off your worry then imbibes a little more.
  459. >“I just had some food in me and I’m feeling somewhat sober. Relax DT, this old man can handle it.”
  460. >You open your mouth, but close it back up again. You simply return to the lukewarm microwaved food. If he was going to be drunk it would be better for him to be drunk in your home. His face was getting red again. Stallions always think they can handle more when they clearly can’t.
  461. “Alright Anon I think you had enough.”
  462. >Anon looked at his can then shrug, albeit more loosely with a dopey smile. A smile that didn’t last long. It now changed to a regretful frown.  
  463. >“It really was  painful you know. Leaving you like that. I didn’t want to leave… but I had to. You need to understand that. I’m so sorry.”
  464. “Anon I-”
  465. >“I just wanted you to be happy to find a stallion at your age, a pony. It was for your own good, to help you become a better mare.”
  466. >There was a pang that twisted your heart, it held your tongue and made your throat parched. Your eyes felt warm and damp. Celestia damn it, you promised to never cry again after his rejection.
  467. “Just stop… please. I get it so you don’t have to say it more.”
  468. >“But who was I kidding.”
  469. “Anon.”
  470. >“I was just fooling myself…”  
  471. >Hold up
  472. “Anon what are you-”
  473. >It all happened so fast… he knelt down like he used to do when he talked to you. Only this time it followed with a kiss.
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