[FILLYFOOLING] Sitting Diamond


                                            Originally uploaded to Pastebin: February 11th, 2014

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                                            Something I threw together in a hurry for an Anon that kept on pestering the thread for filly stories.


                                            Despite my initial dislike of the result, and the fact that it made me more uncomfortable than a kid in a turkish prison, I see absolutely no logical reason why I shouldn't just upload it to the pastebin. It'll save everyone a lot of trouble.


                                            Sorry for any needless drama I might have caused in the thread prior to getting my shit together and uploading this.


                                            Hope you enjoy it.


                                            Oh shit, nearly forgot - Thanks to Smudgey for providing post-story review. Go read his stuff. It's got robots 'n' shit. It's totally cool. Like Transformers but without actual cannibal Shia LeBeouf.

                                            Also the creepy bastard compiled a list of filly-fooling stories, which you can also find there.

                                            Pssh. What a nerd. Who writes filly stories?


                                            ...Shit.

                                            http://pastebin.com/u/smudgey

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                                            >You are Anon.

                                            >Negotiator.

                                            >"Anonymous, please. I'm a very wealthy stallion and I would be more than happy to supply you with as many bits as it will take."

                                            "Mister Rich, I really do appreciate the offer, but I have to decline."

                                            >Filthy Rich's eyes narrow.

                                            >"I will pay you three hundred bits to babysit my daughter whilst my wife and I are away."

                                            >You stare at him.

                                            "Three..."

                                            >"Hundred. Yes. Anonymous, no one else in Ponyville is willing to do it. And I know you're dependable from our history as co-workers. The only reason I didn't come to you sooner is because my daughter may not appreciate a human foalsitting her. I know you'll do a good job and that she'll be in good hands."

                                            >You turn the idea over in your head.

                                            >300 bits could easily repair the boiler...

                                            "And how long was it?"

                                            >"You would be sitting her for five days. Please, Anonymous. I don't like to beg, but I absolutely need to support my wife in this endeavour."

                                            >Sigh and rub your eyes.

                                            "Alright, Rich. I'll do it."

                                            >You extend your hand and Rich grabs it, shaking it with glee.

                                            >"Anonymous, I knew I could count on you. You know where everything is in the house, right?"

                                            "Of course, of course. Just be safe when abroad, Rich. And say hi to the wife for me."

                                            >He chuckles and spouts his thanks again, walking away from your home in a hurry.

                                            >The pony shouts over his shoulder as he leaves.

                                            >"You're a five star human, Anonymous! When I get back we're going out for drinks!"

                                            >Smile and nod.

                                            >Looks like things have changed.

                                            >You are Anonymous.

                                            >Foalsitter for Diamond Tiara.


                                            >You walk towards the Rich residence.

                                            >Contrary to what many believe, he doesn't actually live in a mansion.

                                            >Filthy Rich may be a capitalist entrepreneur at heart, but he's also surprisingly humble. His daughter is actually the oddball of the family.

                                            >Due to this, his house is only slightly bigger than your own.

                                            >Two bedrooms, living room, kitchen, the regular stuff. It's filled with ornaments and relics of Rich's rise to glory, but not so many that it comes off as obnoxious.

                                            >Rich and you had a history of working together in real-estate. You had a knack for selling ponies what they wanted, and Rich caught onto this.

                                            >The pair of you were business partners for two years, and you made a great deal of money for yourself and your partner.

                                            >...Which was then lost in a gambling trip to Las Pegasus.

                                            >Despite this, you and Rich had remained close friends.

                                            >He loved his daughter more than anything in the world, which is probably why she was so spoilt.

                                            >The filly had yet to grow herself a sense of humility.

                                            >Diamond Tiara was the reason you didn't like setting foot near the Rich residence.

                                            >She was a stuck up brat.

                                            >But you owe this to Rich more than anything. So you'll endure her worst.

                                            >...For five. Fucking. Days.

                                            >You upturn the stone by the front door and retrieve the spare key only you know about.

                                            >Let yourself in and hang up your jacket.

                                            >Take a moment to sigh.

                                            >Here we go.

                                            "Diamond Tiara?"

                                            >"Daddy? I thought you left!"

                                            >The voice is followed by the appearance of a filly at the top of the stairs.

                                            >You both hold each other's gazes for a second before her eyes narrow.

                                            >"What are -you- doing here?! Where's daddy, you monkey?"

                                            "Rich is probably at the train station with your mother now. He has picked me to foalsit you."

                                            >"Well get out! I don't need a foalsitter!"

                                            "You're like, eleven. Of course you need a foalsitter."

                                            >"If you don't leave, I'll scream!"

                                            "Do it."

                                            >Clamp your hands over your ears.

                                            >Diamond Tiara's eyes flash with hatred as she opens her mouth.

                                            >"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

                                            >Fucking hell, your hands aren't helping much, but you keep them pressed against your head anyway.

                                            >As Diamond screams, you wait.

                                            >This house may be homely, but it's walls are reinforced and soundproofed.

                                            >Rich knows how to build a house.

                                            >"EEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeee..."

                                            >Diamond Tiara stops and looks down at you.

                                            >"Why aren't you gone yet?! I told you to leave, you stupid monkey!"

                                            "First of all, stop being a brat, second, I'm foalsitting you whether you like it or not. Have you had your dinner yet?"

                                            >"Get out of my house!"

                                            "I'll take that as a no."

                                            >You stroll past the stairs on the way to the kitchen.

                                            >"Hey! Get out of my kitchen! This isn't your hoooooouse!"

                                            >There's the inevitable whining.

                                            >"I'm going to call the cops!"

                                            "No you're not. You've already called them four times for nothing in the past, and I'm friends with the police sergeant."

                                            >The filly is fuming by now.

                                            >"FINE! If you won't leave, I'll MAKE you leave!"

                                            >Much to your surprise, she walks over and starts tugging on your pants leg with her teeth, trying to drag you towards the door.

                                            "You're acting like a dog, 'oh wise and venerable princess Tiara'."

                                            >More anguished squeals.

                                            >It continues while you put together her food.

                                            >For ten fucking minutes.

                                            >She stops fussing when she sniffs the air.

                                            >"What's that? Is that food?"

                                            "Oh, so you haven't had dinner. You didn't answer me before so I thought I would make myself something."

                                            >"Can I have some?"

                                            "Nope. You never said if you'd had dinner or not. Too late now."

                                            >"Y-you can't -do- that! It's foal abuse!"

                                            "Pity."

                                            >You keep stirring, smiling to yourself.

                                            >Maybe this won't be so bad.

                                            >"I'll scream again!"

                                            >Grip your wooden spoon and crouch down so that you're on eye level with her, and stare at the filly.

                                            "Do it."

                                            >She opens her mouth and takes a deep breath.

                                            >"EEE--"

                                            >You shove the spoon in her mouth.

                                            >She blinks a few times, shocked, then starts sucking on the spoon, making hungry noises.

                                            >You pull out another spoon and carry on stirring the soup you had been making.

                                            >"I want more!"

                                            "You'll get more when you sit down."

                                            >The filly hops up onto a chair and rests her hooves on the counter, watching you stir.

                                            >"Are you done yet?"

                                            "Nope."

                                            >"How about now?"

                                            "Every time you ask me that, I'll stir even slower."

                                            >She folds her hooves and grumbles under her breath.

                                            >"Daddy always makes me food as fast as he can..."

                                            "I'm not your dad. And you should be far more considerate of him. He's a good stallion, your father."

                                            >Diamond Tiara rolls her eyes and continues to sulk.

                                            >"Whatever..."

                                            >Stir the food a final time and turn down the heat, sniffing your creation.

                                            >Simple vegetable soup. Nothing too fancy, but very flavoursome.

                                            >Pour yourself and Diamond a bowl and sit down across from her.

                                            "Eat up, then it's off to bed."

                                            >"BED?! But it's only nine!"

                                            "And you're only young. I'm shocked you hadn't eaten anything, so I'm not letting you sleep on an empty stomach. But there's no way in hell I'm having you stay up late and put up with your foul mood in the morning."

                                            >Diamond Tiara glares at you.

                                            >"I -DON'T- have a foul mood! -YOU- have a foul mood!"

                                            "Very mature."

                                            >She grumbles some more and drinks her soup with a hunger that rivals your own.

                                            >Once you're both finished, you put the bowls in the sink and pluck the filly off her stool.

                                            >"HEY! Put me down!"

                                            "I'm just carrying you to bed, 'princess'."

                                            >The filly fumes.

                                            >"Stop making fun of me! You're an adult. You're supposed to do what I say..."

                                            "Wow. That's the worst outlook on life I've ever heard. Are you being serious?"

                                            >"Shut up, monkey..."

                                            >You squeeze her in your arms as you carry her upstairs.

                                            >She lets out an involuntary squeak.

                                            >"W-what was that! DON'T EVER DO THAT--"

                                            >Another squeeze.

                                            >"Stop it!"

                                            >Squeeze.

                                            >"EEEEEE--"

                                            >Squeeze.

                                            >You squeak her like a bad-mannered chew toy all the way up to her bedroom.

                                            >Nudge open her door and step over her various toys scattered around the floor.

                                            >Place her on the bed.

                                            >She gives you her most venomous look.

                                            >Which doesn't affect you in the slightest. You've pissed off Fluttershy, and that's the kind of rage that stays with you.

                                            >Diamond is small time.

                                            "Now. I want you to brush your teeth, do whatever it is you do normally before bed, and go to sleep. Understand?"

                                            >"I hate you."

                                            "Of course you do. Now go and brush your teeth."

                                            >"MAKE ME."

                                            >She folds her hooves and squints her eyes in a more desperate attempt to seem furious.

                                            >Her pudgy face just makes her look like an angry puppy though.

                                            "Are you sure you want to go down that road? Because I assure you, I will."

                                            >"You can't make me do anything."

                                            >Raise your eyebrow.

                                            >"Monkey."

                                            "Right. That's it."

                                            >Grab her off the bed again and carry her kicking and screaming to the bathroom.

                                            >Shut the door behind you and lock it.

                                            >Diamond squirms in your grasp.

                                            >"If you hurt me, I'll scream so loud your head will explode!"

                                            "That's not actually possible, but whatever. Now which toothpaste do you use?"

                                            >She scowls at you.

                                            "Extra-minty it is."

                                            >"NO!-- Uhh, the mild-minty. Extra-mint hurtsmygums..."

                                            "What was that? Sounded like you were admitting weakness to toothpaste then. What are you, some kind of loser?"

                                            >She gasps.

                                            >"I'm not-- You didn't-- EEUUUGH!"

                                            >With a frustrated/strangled cry, she tries to become a dead weight.

                                            >Pluck a pink toothbrush from nearby and squeeze some of the paste on it, wetting it under the tap slightly.

                                            >Hold it near her mouth.

                                            "Open up."

                                            >She eyes the toothbrush with disgust.

                                            >"What do you think you're doing?!"

                                            "Brushing your teeth. You seem incapable of it."

                                            >"Y-you're not doing that!"

                                            "Yes I am. Open wide or so help me god I'll squeeze you again."

                                            >Scared for her dignity, Diamond opens her mouth.

                                            >You enter her mouth with the brush and lightly scrape against her flat teeth.

                                            >Brush ever so gently in her mouth, not wanting to hurt her.

                                            >Her tongue jabs at the brush handle constantly.

                                            >The filly squirms in your grasp.

                                            "Stop moving, or I'll smear it in your mane."

                                            >Her tongue freezes and the filly locks up.

                                            >Smile to yourself as you scrub away, getting into all the crevices she probably misses.

                                            >"hihhh heeeuh uueeelly gub"

                                            >Pull out.

                                            "What?"

                                            >"I-it feels nice. I didn't say you could stop."

                                            >Her head ducks slightly, as if expecting you to hit her for her remark.

                                            >Sigh and go back to brushing her teeth.

                                            >The filly is compliant for the remainder of it, and seems disappointed when it's over.

                                            "Now. Bed."

                                            >"Aren't you going to read me a story? Daddy always reads me a story."

                                            "That's a lie, Diamond Tiara. Your father does no such thing. He's told me so."

                                            >"Oh what do -you- know about my family! You're just a mmm..."

                                            >She trails off and looks at the floor for a second.

                                            >Then turns around and waddles off to her room, shutting the door behind her.

                                            >Walk across the landing and knock on it.

                                            "Diamond Tiara?"

                                            >"...What..."

                                            "Good night. See you tomorrow."

                                            >"...Fine..."

                                            >Shake your head and listen for a second to make sure that she's not moving around.

                                            >Satisfied, you head downstairs and out the door, locking it behind you and heading home to pick up some clothes.

                                            >It's gonna be a long 5 days.


                                            >The next morning, you wake up on Rich's downstairs sofa.

                                            >Stretch and yawn, then look at the clock.

                                            >7:30

                                            >School around here tends to start at 8:00. You'd better get Diamond up.

                                            >Slog upstairs, still wiping the sleep from your eyes and knock on Diamond's door.

                                            "Diamond Tiara? It's time to get up."

                                            >No response.

                                            >Knock again.

                                            "Diamond?"

                                            >Nothing.

                                            >Open the door and stride over to the filly, who is facing away from you.

                                            >Tower over her and put your hands on your hips, glowering down at the pony.

                                            >As you expected, she stirs slightly, and turns her head to check if you're still there.

                                            >You are.

                                            >Her eyes widen and she tries to appear asleep again.

                                            >Growl and rip off her covers.

                                            >"EEK! I'M NAKED!"

                                            >Give her a flat look.

                                            "Yeah. No."

                                            >Carry her under your arm downstairs.

                                            >"I'm sick! I'm too tired! School is cancelled! I'm in heat!"

                                            >Eww. That last one.

                                            "Hardly fitting language for one as young as you, Diamond."

                                            >"Pssh. What-ever. I'm not some little filly.

                                            "You kind of are. Like, you're tiny. You only just pass my knee in height."

                                            >"I'm not small! You're freakishly big! I'm bigger than all the other ponies in my class!"

                                            "The class which you have in twenty five minutes."

                                            >Sit her down at the kitchen counter and pour her some cereal.

                                            >Cover it in milk and slide the bowl over to her.

                                            "Eat up. Quickly. Then I'll take you to school."

                                            >She freezes.

                                            >"What."

                                            "I said I'll take you to school."

                                            >Her head slowly rises, and she stares at you.

                                            >She looks livid.

                                            >"You're -NOT- taking me to school!"

                                            "Uhh, yes I am."

                                            >"I can walk there myself!"

                                            "I don't trust you. How do I know you won't skip classes?"

                                            >"B-but--"

                                            "No butts. I'll carry you there and babytalk you if you keep it up."

                                            >The pony gasps and practically inhales her breakfast before scampering towards the door.

                                            >Your eyes travel to the school bag on the counter.

                                            >Then back to the pony currently galloping out the door.

                                            >Swipe the bag and sprint after her, locking the front door on the way out.


                                            >The trip to school was extremely entertaining.

                                            >You strode alongside the filly, making sure she was as embarrassed as possible.

                                            >Diamond didn't even try to backtalk you, and had a red face the entire time there.

                                            >Cheerliee even seemed amused that you had, in her words, "calmed the dragon".

                                            >Your day was spent working around town, doing oddjobs and collecting bits.

                                            >You even managed to schedule a guy to fix your boiler.

                                            >The day went by like a blur, however. And soon you had to pick up the bane of your life from her containment facility.

                                            >Much to your joy, Diamond Tiara's aloft expression was slapped off her face when she saw you waving at the gates.

                                            >Her grey companion seemed confused at this, but quickly caught on and started laughing at her.

                                            >As did the self-proclaimed "cutie mark crusaders".

                                            >Diamond Tiara followed you home in silence, though you could swear that you heard the odd death threat against you from her.

                                            >When confronted, however, she feigned ignorance.


                                            >Walking through the front door, you check the clock.

                                            >Only 3:58.

                                            >Still got a lot of the day left to kill with Diamond.

                                            "So do you have any homework?"

                                            >"No."

                                            "Can I check your ba--"

                                            >"Pony history..."

                                            "That's better. Come on. Up to your room."

                                            >"What?!"

                                            "We're doing your homework. If you do it now, you won't have to do it later. If you put it off, you'll regret it."

                                            >"But Silver Spoon always does my homework!"

                                            "Oh wow, that's horrible."

                                            >"No it's not! She likes doing it!"

                                            "Has she ever said she liked doing it?"

                                            >Diamond Tiara avoids your gaze.

                                            >"N-not exactly."

                                            "Well then. This'll be a nice change of pace. After all, I'm sure your brilliant, genius level of intellect will make short work of this meagre assignment."

                                            >"Big words don't make you sound smart..."

                                            "They do when the person I'm saying them to can't understand half of them."

                                            >Diamond goes red.

                                            "Room. Now. Homework."

                                            >"FINE."

                                            >She stomps towards the stairs.

                                            >You follow, her bag in hand.

                                            >The filly jumps on her bed and glares at you as you come through her door.

                                            >Sit down next to her and give her her bag.

                                            >This bed is hella comfy.

                                            >Is this what you used to sleep on when you were little?

                                            >Nowadays you'd be happy to sleep on anything as long as it's level.

                                            >Diamond Tiara slowly reaches into her bag and slowly pulls out her books slowl--

                                            "Oh come on, stop stalling."

                                            >She huffs and reveals a history book covered in love hearts and glitter.

                                            >How revolting.

                                            >Opening it, she shows you her latest assignment.

                                            "You have lovely hoofwriting."

                                            >"That's... Silver Spoons..."

                                            >Flip through her pages.

                                            "Have you done -any- work in this?"

                                            >"...No..."

                                            >Fucking hell. This filly.

                                            "This will be good for you, in that case. Hard work pays off."

                                            >She doesn't reply.

                                            >Make yourself more comfortable and read the assignment outloud.

                                            "Write a short essay on the works of Granite Cast and his impact on the industrial world today."

                                            >Look expectantly at Diamond.

                                            "Well? Who was Granite Cast?"

                                            >She sniffs.

                                            >"I don't know..."

                                            >Furrow your brow.

                                            "Come on, Diamond--"

                                            >"I DON'T KNOW, OKAY?!"

                                            >Frown.

                                            "Alright, alright. Easy. We'll do it together, how does that sound?"

                                            >"I have better things to do than this..."

                                            "Like what?"

                                            >"Playing."

                                            >Look around at her various toys and play houses.

                                            "What, with that? At your age?"

                                            >"No. Not that, stupid."

                                            "Then what?"

                                            >She doesn't reply.

                                            >Huff.

                                            >Put a pen in her hooves and point at the paper.

                                            "I'll dictate. You write."

                                            >"Fine."

                                            >Clear your throat.

                                            >You thank Twilight for this next bit.

                                            "...This was vital in improving the infrastructure, that is-- in-fra-struc-ture, of the modern day construction code of conduct, which has a heavier emphasis on safety and efficiency, which is still being used ninety years later."

                                            >Diamond stops writing.

                                            "And that's it. Well done! You wrote all that yourself."

                                            >Diamond Tiara stares at the two full pages of neat-ish hoofwriting.

                                            >A small smile works its way onto her lips.

                                            >"Yeah, I did!"

                                            "Good work. Any other assignments?"

                                            >"No, that's everything."

                                            "Are you sure?"

                                            >"Uh huh."

                                            >You look at her face, now wearing a little grin of self-satisfaction and playing host to bright eyes.

                                            >You're inclined to believe her, just this once.

                                            "Alright. Now you can play."

                                            >Diamond Tiara nods and looks at you expectantly.

                                            "...What?"

                                            >"Aren't you going to leave?"

                                            "Why would I?"

                                            >She goes red again.

                                            >"So I can play, duh!"

                                            >Look at the dolls and whatnot.

                                            "You've done a good job, no reason why I can't play with you."

                                            >Her face goes a much deeper shade of red.

                                            >"Whu-- NO! N-no you can't!"

                                            >Raise an eyebrow.

                                            "What exactly are you planning?"

                                            >You've got a slight suspicion that--

                                            >"N-nothing..."

                                            >She looks away, bites her bottom lip slightly and blushes.

                                            >...Yeah, it's that.

                                            "Oh. Ooooh. Right, uhh. Sorry. I didn't think you were that age yet."

                                            >All she does is nod.

                                            >You stand up to leave, but feel a hoof press against your leg.

                                            >"Wait! Can, umm. Can you stay?"

                                            >Oh god what.

                                            "Uhh, no, not really. I mean I have nothing against what you're doing, but I don't really want to be in the same room as you when you do it."

                                            >You stroll out and shut the door behind you, leaning your back against it and letting out a deep breath.

                                            >Christ.

                                            >Could that have been -any- more awkward?


                                            >You leave Diamond Tiara alone for the rest of the day.

                                            >She doesn't even leave her room for most of it, say the occasional bathroom break punctuated by a flushing toilet.

                                            >Truthfully, you don't even want to go up there.

                                            >God knows what she's doing right now.

                                            >You read the news and try to push the thoughts out of your mind.

                                            >Though it's harder than you thought.

                                            >By the time night comes around, you realise that you have to see her again some time.

                                            >Walk upstairs and knock on her door.

                                            "Diamond? I'm gonna make some dinner. Come on."

                                            >The door opens, and the filly peers up at you.

                                            >Gulp and walk away towards the stairs.

                                            >She follows you obediently.

                                            >In the kitchen, you look through the cupboards for ingredients.

                                            >Diamond sits at her chair and stares at her hooves.

                                            "So what do you want to ea--"

                                            >"Sorry."

                                            >Pause, then turn to her.

                                            "Pardon?"

                                            >"I'm sorry. Before, I made it reaaaally awkward..."

                                            >Sniff and look back to the cupboard.

                                            "It's alright. Everyone does it. It's naive to think otherwise."

                                            >"...Do you?"

                                            >Freeze as you pull out a tin of chopped tomatoes.

                                            "Uh, what?"

                                            >"Do you do it too?"

                                            >You look at the filly.

                                            >She's staring straight at you, a worried look on her face.

                                            "That's none of your business."

                                            >"Why not?"

                                            "It's a private matter, Diamond. Drop it. And don't go around questioning others on it either, you'll get in big trouble. Has your mother not spoken with you about this?"

                                            >"No."

                                            >Retrieve your herbs and pour the tomatoes into a pan, heating it up to make your pasta sauce.

                                            >Frown at the filly.

                                            >"Mommy and daddy don't really talk to me all that much."

                                            "Not even to help you with homework?"

                                            >"No... Daddy's always busy and mommy doesn't care."

                                            >Sigh.

                                            "Well... This is uhh."

                                            >Diamond, to your shock, giggles.

                                            >"Awkward?"

                                            "Yeah, yeah. Awkward."

                                            >She smiles at you and develops that same expectant look.

                                            "What?"

                                            >"Can you teach me?"

                                            >Blink.

                                            >The clock seems to start ticking louder in the silence that follows.

                                            >Try your best not to appear disturbed by the idea of a tiny horse asking you for 'the talk'.

                                            "I suppose I can, but can't you just ask your teacher?"

                                            >"I have. She doesn't want to either. She says I'm not old enough."

                                            >God fucking dammit Cheerliee.

                                            >"Please, Anon."

                                            >Look up at her.

                                            >She's leaning forward.

                                            >"Please teach me. I really really liked it when you helped me with my homework before..."

                                            >Your attention turns to the sizzling tomatoes in the pan.

                                            >Instantly start tending to it, stirring and adding the garlic, onions and other seasoning.

                                            "The answer is no, Diamond."

                                            >"But why? If I'm old enough to be doing that stuff, aren't I old enough to know about what I'm doing?"

                                            >That was actually the most thought provoking thing you've ever heard her say.

                                            >Glancing at the filly again, she seems completely different to the little brat that was trying to kick you out before.

                                            >She's far more attentive. Alert. Almost interested in what you have to say.

                                            >Her eyes study your face carefully, and she's always leaning forward.

                                            >The filly is enraptured by you.

                                            >And it makes you extremely uncomfortable.

                                            >"Well? Aren't I?"

                                            >Gulp and wipe your brow.

                                            >It's the heat from the pan.

                                            "I guess."

                                            >"So teach me! What's the problem?"

                                            "You're young, Diamond. It's creepy for me. I've never had to do it before."

                                            >"But no one has to know! I'll keep it a secret! I won't even tell Silver Spoon!"

                                            >She's pleading with you now.

                                            >But you've got to stay strong.

                                            >Only 4 more days.

                                            >You put on some spaghetti and stave off Diamond's inquiries.

                                            >She's persistent, you'll give her that.

                                            >"Please please pleeease!"

                                            >The fact that she's saying 'please' shows you just how dire this situation is.

                                            >"You're the only person I feel normal around..."

                                            >Pause for a moment, then keep stirring the sauce and counting down the time for the spaghetti.

                                            "What do you mean?"

                                            >"Well Silver Spoon is okay... But she's not really my friend. I... Don't really have that many, umm, friends..."

                                            "School not all it's cracked up to be?"

                                            >She shakes her head.

                                            >"No..."

                                            >Tut to yourself and turn down the heat on the sauce, checking the spaghetti with a fork.

                                            >Seems squishy enough.

                                            "Yeah, I know what you mean. I wasn't exactly popular in my school either."

                                            >"I dunno. I just say mean things because they make me feel good. I like making myself feel good."

                                            >Shudder.

                                            >Diamond giggles.

                                            >"I didn't mean like that. Well uhh, I kinda did actually."

                                            "Oh come on."

                                            >This time a full blown laugh.

                                            >"But it's so much fun! I just rub myself down there and it makes me feel great! Why is that so bad?"

                                            "It's not bad! But you don't describe it to other people! Keep it to yourself, god damn!"

                                            >"Aww..."

                                            >Diamond develops a devilish grin.

                                            >"Do I make you feel nervous, Anonymous?"

                                            "Don't even think about it."

                                            >"Does this make you feel nervous?"

                                            >She doesn't appear to move for a while, but suddenly her eyelids seem to almost close, and she begins to pant slightly.

                                            >Slap your hand on the table in front of her, startling her.

                                            >"EEK!"

                                            "I said don't do that. I mean it, Diamond. If you do it again you're not getting any spaghetti."

                                            >She smirks at you and winks.

                                            >"Whatever you say, my monkey friend."

                                            "Also don't call me your friend."

                                            >She pouts.

                                            >"Why not?"

                                            "I've nothing against us being friends, but when you say it like that I get the mental image of you trying to murder me."

                                            >Another giggle.

                                            >Diamond puts her elbows on the table and rests her chin on her hooves.

                                            >"What other mental images do you have?"

                                            "Don't."

                                            >"Do you think about me?"

                                            "From time to time."

                                            >She gasps.

                                            >"What do you think about?"

                                            "Dragging you to bed without dinner."

                                            >Slam a plate of spaghetti and sauce in front of her.

                                            "Now eat and stop asking me questions. You're making me feel weird."

                                            >"I like feeling weird, Anon. Wanna feel weird with me?"

                                            "You have no self control, do you? Is this all you do all day?"

                                            >She stares at her plate.

                                            >"...Kinda..."

                                            >Fucking hell.

                                            >"I just get so..."

                                            >She sighs.

                                            >"Bored. I mean, my toys aren't as fun, Silver Spoon has a little brother and does loads of other stuff. And I don't have any other friends so I just sit in my room all day and hoof myself."

                                            >Snort and choke on your spaghetti.

                                            >Diamond glares at you.

                                            >"What's so funny?!"

                                            "H-Hoofing?! Seriously? Oh god that's the funniest thing I've heard all week!"

                                            >She goes a deep red.

                                            >"S-shut up! What do you call it?!"

                                            "Masturbation, kiddo. Now sit down and eat your autism."

                                            >"What?"

                                            "Spaghetti. I meant spaghetti."

                                            >She eats a few mouthfuls, getting sauce all over her mouth.

                                            "God damn, Diamond, can you not eat properly either?"

                                            >Another glare.

                                            >Reach over with a napkin and wipe the sauce from her face and lips.

                                            >She seems to enjoy the attention.

                                            >You wouldn't mind, but she then dips her muzzle in the sauce and sits up straight again, grinning playfully at you.

                                            >"Oh no! Now you have to clean me."

                                            "Nope. You're staying like that now."

                                            >"You have to clean me! You can't leave me like this."

                                            "Uhh, yes I can, actually. So it's your loss."

                                            >She mumbles to herself, then seems to get an idea.

                                            >Before you can stop her, she wipes her face with a hoof.

                                            "Why."

                                            >She winks at you, then starts licking it off.

                                            >Slowly, and deliberately.

                                            >The filly drags her tongue across her saucy hoof, leaving a clean trail and looking you in the eyes the entire time.

                                            >Words cannot describe how rustled you are.

                                            "Diamond Tiara. I swear to god I will put you to bed if you keep this up."

                                            >Her grin widens, and she reaches towards her hoof again with a tongue.

                                            "Don't test me."

                                            >It gets closer.

                                            >Your eyes narrow.

                                            "I mean it!"

                                            >A slow upwards lick on her hoof removes the last of the sauce.

                                            >"All clean, Anonymous. But I still feel dirty~"

                                            "BED. NOW."

                                            >Grab her and drag the filly upstairs.

                                            >"Wait! No no no I'm still hungry! Pleeease!"

                                            "You had your chance. You're going to bed now. If you're lucky you'll have spaghetti for breakfast."

                                            >"But that's gross!"

                                            "So is masturbating at the kitchen counter and covering yourself in Ragoo."

                                            >Open her door and toss her on the bed.

                                            >She bounces on it but launches herself back towards you.

                                            >Diamond latches onto your leg and won't let go.

                                            >"Please Anon please! Don't put me to bed!"

                                            >Glare down at her.

                                            "You should have thought about this before you started acting so inappropriately."

                                            >"C-can you at least brush my teeth?"

                                            >She gives you the best puppy-dog eyes she can muster.

                                            >God fucking dammit.

                                            "Alright, fine."

                                            >She cheers and bolts towards the bathroom, the toothbrush and paste already prepared by the time you enter after her.

                                            >The filly puts her head back and opens her mouth as wide as she can.

                                            >Groan and sit down on the floor, the filly sitting between your legs.

                                            >Take her chin in your hand and start brushing, the bristles scraping the filly's gums causing her to giggle.

                                            >Your task is met with a different kind of resistance tonight.

                                            >Her tongue massages the brush handle the entire time, running up and down it rhythmically, wrapping around it from time to time and generally just masticating the poor brush.

                                            "Can you not?"

                                            >She winks at you and continues.

                                            >You sigh.

                                            >What's the point. She doesn't care.

                                            >Not like you can threaten her with bed again.

                                            >What's she going to do? Go to bed twice?

                                            >You move onto her tongue, and she lies it flat against the floor of her mouth.

                                            >Drag the bristles across it, slowly.

                                            >Diamond moans softly.

                                            >Her eyes roll back into her head.

                                            >What the fuck.

                                            "Are you okay?"

                                            >"Yeaaahhh"

                                            >Frown and continue, cleaning her tongue of sauce residue and fragments of spaghetti.

                                            >Pull the toothbrush out.

                                            "All done."

                                            >Diamond frowns.

                                            >"Already?... Can you do it agai--"

                                            "BED."

                                            >She yelps and scampers off to her bedroom door, giving you a long look before she enters through it.

                                            >The door is left open.

                                            >Groan and walk over to it.

                                            "You okay tucking yourself in, Diamond?"

                                            >No reply.

                                            >Push open the door and--

                                            "Sweet fucking Christ."

                                            >Diamond is laid back on her bed, her rear legs facing the door.

                                            >Her hoof is mashed between them, rubbing furiously on her underaged slit.

                                            >You can see a visible damp spot under her on the covers, and the filly in question has her head looking to the side, her other hoof in her mouth trying to stop her moans.

                                            >"Ahh~ Aaaaahn!~ AAaaahn~"

                                            >You slam that fucking door as fast as you can.

                                            >Her moans can't be heard through it thanks to the sound proofing.

                                            >Your mind is reeling.

                                            >What the fuck are you going to do?


                                            >The next hour is spent pacing.

                                            >What if this continues after Rich comes back?

                                            >He'll destroy you. No question about it.

                                            >How can you get her to stop?

                                            >She ignores everything you tell her and is challenging your every instruction.

                                            >And now she's openly rubbing herself around you.

                                            >Maybe you -should- just give her the talk.

                                            >Stop pacing and stare at a wall.

                                            >If you tell her the implications of what she's doing, will she listen?

                                            >It's worth a shot, of course.

                                            >...

                                            >You look towards the stairs.

                                            >Going up there is the last thing you want to do, but this is serious.

                                            >She could be the end of you.

                                            >Sucking in some breath, you shake yourself.

                                            >Okay. Let's get this over with. One awkward conversation could avoid a lifetime of torture.

                                            >You begin to ascend the stairs.

                                            >Diamond's door comes into view, and you feel your heartbeat rising at the thought of what you're about to see.

                                            >Why is this your life?

                                            >You knock on the door.

                                            "Diamond?"

                                            >"...Y-yeah?"

                                            "Could I come in?"

                                            >"Please!"

                                            >Shudder.

                                            >Flex your fingers and wrap them around the handle, opening it.

                                            >Diamond is laid against a pillow, which is pressed up on her bed's headrest.

                                            >Her hoof is wedged between her legs.

                                            >She sees you see this, and smiles.

                                            >"Come to watch?"

                                            >Be strong, Anon.

                                            >Close the door behind you and sit on the bed next to her.

                                            "Diamond Tiara--"

                                            >"Call me Diamond."

                                            >...

                                            "Diamond. I'm going to give you that talk you wanted, okay?"

                                            >She removes her hoof and shuffles over to you, resting her head on your lap, her bright eyes gazing up at you, full of wonder and yet full of not-so-hidden desires.

                                            "What you're doing is something that is deemed socially inappropriate. You must not tell anyone that you do this kind of stuff, okay? It'll save you a lot of trouble."

                                            >Diamond nods, her eyes still fixed on your face.

                                            "It's nice that you figured it out on your own, and also that you enjoy it so much. It can be a great stress reliever. But you need to find another hobby. Sitting in your room all day an masturbating won't do you any good."

                                            >"Why?"

                                            "Because you might end up addicted to sex."

                                            >"What's sex?"

                                            >...Oh no.

                                            "Not important. But you have to promise--"

                                            >Diamond shuffles herself further onto your lap.

                                            >"What's sex, Anon? Tell me!"

                                            >Sigh.

                                            >You're giving her the talk, might as well go all the way.

                                            "It's when two ponies, usually a stallion or a mare, have the stallion insert his penis into the mare's vagina. The stimulation induces orgasm, and the mare becomes pregnant because of it. It's also where foals come from."

                                            >Diamond Tiara stares at you, the wheels in her head turning.

                                            >"Can... Can we do it?"

                                            >OH GOD.

                                            "Absolutely not."

                                            >"Why?"

                                            "Why?! You're a filly! I'm an adult! I would get in a lot of trouble for it."

                                            >"But that's only if anyone found out, right?"

                                            "Well yeah, but I'm still--"

                                            >"So why not?"

                                            >Diamond grins at you from her position.

                                            >"If we have sex, and you show me how it works, I'll never umm... Mas.. turr.. bate... again!"

                                            >Look down at the filly, who is still giving you that hungry look.

                                            >"I wanna know what it feels like to put something inside me. My hoof is great and all, but you say things go inside it too?"

                                            >This is easily the worst thing that has ever happened to you.

                                            >"If you do it, I'll never touch myself around anyone. And I won't tell anyone that we did it. It can be our secret! Come on, we're friends, aren't we?"

                                            >You start sweating.

                                            >It's a solution to your problem.

                                            >Should you do it?

                                            >A single act of extreme depravity to save you a lifetime of pain.

                                            >It seems like a good trade-off.

                                            >And strangely enough, you sort of trust Diamond with this. She's grown quite attached to you over the last... Day.

                                            >Fuck, it's only been a day and you're already fucking your friend's daughter.

                                            >Mother always said you would amount to nothing.

                                            >You gulp and undo the top button of your shirt.

                                            >Diamond Tiara's eyes light up and she jumps off your lap.

                                            >"Okay! So how does this work?"

                                            "W-well, I uhh..."

                                            >Deep breaths, Anon. It's just one time.

                                            "You'll need to lie back, like you were doing before."

                                            >Diamond winks.

                                            >"So you -were- looking."

                                            "Kinda hard not to when you were doing it in full view of me, Diamond."

                                            >She giggles and spreads her legs for you, her slit ready and waiting.

                                            >The filly is soaking wet down there.

                                            >How, you aren't even sure. Horse anatomy isn't your strong point.

                                            >You gulp and pull up your sleeves, a hand reaching for the unholy grail between the young mare's legs.

                                            >A finger makes contact with her lower lips, and the filly hisses.

                                            >"Ooo-ooh... That feels... Way better than when I do it..."

                                            >Sensitive lips? Okay, you can work with this.

                                            >You drag your finger up and down her slit, the filly pushing her hips against your finger, trying to engulf it.

                                            >Evading her efforts, you dance your finger around her entrance, frequently inserting the very tip of your finger in, then back out before her walls can grip it.

                                            >"S-so this... This is sex?"

                                            "This is foreplay. I have to get you ready for me. Or maybe I don't. I have no idea, I don't really make a habit of having sex with horses."

                                            >Diamond giggles.

                                            >"I'm a pony, silly-- AAAAHHN!~"

                                            >You stuck your index finger inside her, all the way in.

                                            >The filly's breath becomes laboured, and her velvet walls cradle your finger the same way a crab would. That is, trying to squeeze the blood out of it.

                                            >Oh god, she's so tight.

                                            >You make a beckoning motion with your finger, the tip grazing a small bump at the top of her entrance.

                                            >That must be--

                                            >"AAaahhhnn~ A-anon, d-do that again..."

                                            >You do so, your finger playing with the little bump.

                                            >Diamond's back arches as she tries to force as much of your finger onto her clit as possible.

                                            >"K-keep going... I'm c-close..."

                                            >Already? Damn.

                                            >Wait, the fuck do you mean 'already'? The sooner this is over, the better.

                                            >With this thought in mind, you renew your vigorous stroking of Diamond's clit, the filly writhing and moaning, her voice cracking and juices soaking your knuckles.

                                            >"Ahhh~ AAAhh!~"

                                            >Her walls crush your finger, holding it in place as the tip of it pokes her clit a final time.

                                            >The filly convulses, her whole body shaking and her legs kicking wildly at the air.

                                            >Just before it feels like your finger is going to snap, she lets go.

                                            >You pull it out and look at the damage.

                                            >The sheets below Diamond are soaked.

                                            >All around you is the smell of musk, a heady scent that emanates from the filly's temperate virgin entrance.

                                            >"A-anon... C-can we do that again?"

                                            "That's the foreplay over. Now..."

                                            >You gulp.

                                            "Now we move on."

                                            >Diamond looks at you, her face a picture of glee and lust.

                                            >Remove your pants and stand off the bed, your member made hard by the smell of sex your head is swimming in.

                                            >Diamond eyes your cock hesitantly.

                                            >"Will it... Fit?"

                                            "Probably. Probably not. That's what we're here to find out. Oh, by the way, this is the penis. To my knowledge, stallions are slightly bigger than I am."

                                            >Her eyes go to pinpricks.

                                            >"...Bigger?!"

                                            "Yyyup. Good luck in your teenage years. You'll need it."

                                            >Diamond lies back, her legs spread for you once more.

                                            >"Be gentle~"

                                            "God that's cliche..."

                                            >You line up your tip at her entrance.

                                            >Even the lips are hotter than anything you've felt before.

                                            >You dread to think what a fully grown mare feels like.

                                            >Diamond licks her lips and looks up at you.

                                            >"R-ready when you are."

                                            >You nod and push forward, her lips a welcoming embrace around your cock.

                                            >The filly bites her lip, and her hooves work to grip on the bed sheets as you push further in.

                                            >"AaaaaAAAA!"

                                            "Am I hurting you?"

                                            >"K-kinda... Keep going th-though."

                                            >She's got balls. So to speak.

                                            >Pushing further, you meet resistance.

                                            >This is it.

                                            "Diamond, are you sure you want me to do this? I'm about to take your virginity."

                                            >"What's that?"

                                            "A lot of people treasure it as something special. If I push forward a bit more, it'll mean you were confident enough to share you body with someone you feel is special to you. Also you might bleed, since I'll be pushing through a thin layer of flesh."

                                            >Without skipping a beat, Diamond replies with a small smile.

                                            >"Then I'm glad it's you."

                                            >Oh damn.

                                            >With a final push, you break her hymen.

                                            >She winces and slams her eyes shut, and you see tears form under her lids, streaking down her cheeks.

                                            >"G-go!"

                                            >You push further still.

                                            >Looking down, you're halfway in.

                                            >You doubt she'll be able to take the whole thing on the first try, but you've been wrong before.

                                            >The filly is panting now, her eyes open and rolling into the back of her skull.

                                            >Checking again, you're almost all the way in.

                                            "Holy shit..."

                                            >"W-what?"

                                            "Nothing, just uhh. You're taking it like a champ."

                                            >She gives an exhausted smile.

                                            >"I-I'm the best, aren't I?"

                                            "Ugh, don't say that, you sound like Rainbow Dash."

                                            >Diamond gives a breathy laugh and grips more of the sheets in her hooves.

                                            >You feel something warm hit your pelvis.

                                            >Looking down, you've hilted.

                                            >You actually fucking hilted.

                                            "Well, Diamond. I gotta give you credit. You're better than my first girlfriend was."

                                            >"M-maybe I c-can be your girlfriend for tonight? M-mom and Dad don't have to kn-know..."

                                            >Fucking what.

                                            >"What... What happens now?"

                                            "Now I have to ejaculate."

                                            >"What's that?"

                                            "Most people call it 'the fun part'."

                                            >You reach forward and grip the filly's hips with both hands.

                                            >She looks at you fearfully.

                                            >"I-is this going to hurt?"

                                            "...Probably."

                                            >You pull back, your length sliding out of the filly's walls, which feel heavenly on your shaft.

                                            >It's like a cushion surrounding your cock, a warm wet velvet cushion.

                                            >Diamond moans as you pull out.

                                            >Taking one final moment to reflect back on your life, you decide that there was never any stopping this, and that god must hate you.

                                            >With that, you thrust back in.

                                            >Your hips slam against the filly's, and she lets out a scream.

                                            >Her tongue falls out the side of her mouth and she starts drooling.

                                            >You don't worry about the noise. The entire house is soundproofed.

                                            >Pulling back, you slam back in again, her inner walls squeezing your cock in a vice-like grip, but her juices providing enough lubricant for you to pull back and thrust again.

                                            >You start getting into a good rhythm, pulling the filly closer to the edge of the bed and pounding at her slit.

                                            >She screams and cries out, panting and moaning your name over and over.

                                            >You pick up the pace, a sort of red haze descending over your eyes as you thrust your cock into your friend's daughter repeatedly.

                                            >Faster you go, droplets of fillyjuice spraying onto the carpet, and the filly's clit winking madly, providing yet more sensation along your length as you slam into her.

                                            >Your inhibitions completely abandoned, you hunch over Diamond Tiara, gripping her body and using her as a fucktoy for your rock-hard dick, the filly in question in shock from the waves of alien sensation washing over her body.

                                            >Her walls clench as hard as they can as the filly rides out her second orgasm, but you don't stop. You're not even close yet.

                                            >The feeling you're getting from fucking her pussy is unlike anything you can imagine. Her tight, hot walls are a luxury you have been missing out on. Had you known it had felt this good you would have bent her over the kitchen table and ploughed her sooner.

                                            >More wails from the filly indicate another orgasm.

                                            >She must be sensitive from her second. But you don't even care any more.

                                            >All that matters is her pussy, your cock, and your animalistic need to fill her with your cum.

                                            >Slamming her hips against yours a few more times, you feel a pressure building up inside you.

                                            >This only makes you speed up, and the entire bed rocks and squeaks from the punishment being delivered on top of it.

                                            >"A-A-AAAAAN-NOO-OON~!"

                                            >With a growl, you pull her as close as you possibly can, filling every inch of her with your meat.

                                            >You pump a few more times before you unleash 2 years worth of pent up sexual frustration inside the filly.

                                            >It fills her up completely, and a great deal spurts out past her lips and onto the bedsheets.

                                            >You fall forward, stopping yourself from crushing Diamond with your arms on either side of her.

                                            >Slowly, you pull out, your cock no doubt dismayed at being removed from nirvana so soon.

                                            >Diamond Tiara is utterly mind-blown.

                                            >She stares at the ceiling, panting and twitching occassionally.

                                            >A hoof trails down her body and she strokes her ravaged entrance, juices still pouring forth from it.

                                            >It travels back up to her mouth, and she takes a long lick, savouring the concoction of your cocks action. Hue

                                            >"That... Was..."

                                            >She doesn't finish, she just trails off and stares at the ceiling some more.

                                            >You decide that that's that, and pick up your pants, walking to the bathroom to clean up.

                                            >One good long stare at yourself in the mirror later, you reenter her room, the filly now sat up and smiling at you.

                                            >"Thank you, Anon."

                                            "No no, thank you. I needed that more than I realised. So you won't tell your father, right?"

                                            >She shakes her head.

                                            >"Nu uh. This precious moment is ours."

                                            >Raise an eyebrow.

                                            "Really now? Well. Perhaps we should celebrate with some spaghetti."

                                            >Diamond Tiara grins at you.

                                            >"No."

                                            "No?"

                                            >"Of course not, Anon. We still have 3 days left until daddy gets home. And I don't want to waste a second."


                                            The End.


                                            ---


                                            -Super secret ending for one Anon-

                                            "B-but muh aftermath with her dad."


                                            ---


                                            >"Anonymous why is my daughter on the kitchen counter filled and covered in semen?"

                                            "Uhh. There was an accident with a jar of mayonnaise."

                                            >"Oh. Okay then. I'm going away for another week. You alright looking after her some more?"

                                            >Look back over at Diamond.

                                            >She stares wide eyed at her father, before letting her head flop backwards onto the counter and raising her hooves to the ceiling with a "YESSSSS".

                                            "Uhh. Sure?"

                                            >"Good man! See you next week!"


                                            Hehehe. :3c