A Turn of Events
“Give it back!”, Sweetie Belle demanded, as she took a step closer to Diamond Tiara.
“What? This?”, Diamond Tiara asked pseudo-innocently as she sat on a table in one of the Ponyville Schoolhouse’s storage rooms. In her hoof she held a folder with three weeks’ worth of hard work belonging to the fillies of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, fanning herself with the folder, teasing Sweetie with a gloating smile, “How about you just take it with your magic? Oh right, you can’t!”
As embarrassed as Sweetie Belle felt from the mocking, she knew it was a fact she couldn’t use magic yet, having to instead utilise what else she could do to get the folder back. Seeing that Diamond couldn’t go anywhere else, the table being against a wall, she took another step closer towards her.
“Not so fast!”, Diamond quickly jumped down from the table and stood behind it, reaching into her pockets, pulling from it a box of matches and striking one with her muzzle, holding it close to the folder, “We don’t wanna see all this hard work burn, do we?” Diamond thought for a moment how to humiliate the unicorn, before getting an evil grin. “If not, you have to do as I say. Get undressed, now, or all your hard work is ashes!”
“But…”, Sweetie Belle started to protest, only to interrupt herself when she saw how closely Diamond held the flame to the folder.
“No buts, except your blank flank being shown to me. Now, undress already!”
Sweetie Belle had mixed feelings going through her: if she didn’t get the folder back, it would mean an automatic F on the project, and pointless work for Apple Bloom and Scootaloo too. They had been working on a conjoined project, with Diamond Tiara currently holding all their material at ransom. Sweetie Belle couldn’t accept the thought of disappointing her best friends in such a way, and so she slowly started to take off her uniform, which, after a change in the Equestria law, was mandatory in most schools. She wasn’t sure where Diamond was going with this, her cheeks flushing pink at the thought of being forced to undress, but if that was what was needed to recover their hard work, she was willing to do whatever it took to not let down her best friends.
“Good”, Diamond lit match after match as Sweetie disrobed, waving them close to the folder, keeping Sweetie Belle nervous, before letting the most recent one fall to the ground. Now approaching the half-naked Sweetie Belle, her skirt held in one hoof and her shirt only draped over one shoulder as she stood up straight on both her hindlegs, only her striped socks and blue panties were still in their appropriate places, her snow-white coat otherwise completely bare.
Diamond took a close look at Sweetie Belle, now circling around her and examining her every inch, to Sweetie’s great shame, before she suddenly stopped to put a hoof on Sweetie Belle’s belly, then trailing it down and suddenly pulling down her panties, letting them drop to her ankles as she pushed her over onto her back. Sweetie Belle landed with a grunt on the ground, her hind legs spread, and leaving her fillyhood entirely exposed. She then heard a click, followed by a bright flash that filled the dark room.
When Sweetie Belle came back to her senses, she saw Diamond standing over her, camera still in hoof, her grin as mischievous as can be: “Silver Spoon really helped me out here, placing my camera where I needed it and stealing your homework.” Diamond then threw the folder at Sweetie, scattering its contents all over the place alongside Sweetie Belle’s discarded clothes on the ground, before turning to Sweetie Belle one last time: “There, loser. Now that I have something better to keep you in my hoof.” She showed Sweetie an instant-developed photo of Sweetie on the ground with her legs spread, her fillyhood on clear display, “So if you don’t want this getting printed in the Foal Free Press tomorrow, I expect to see you at my house today, after school”, She then left the storage room with a mocking laugh.
Sweetie Belle, now alone in the storage room, feeling humiliated and violated, crawled backwards, leaning against the wall, a mixture of sadness and anger going through her. She had been the main target of Diamond’s bullying lately, and it kept getting worse each time. Lost in her negative thoughts like that, she could feel a tear roll down her face even as her muzzle scrunched in anger. If she only could use her magic already, she could have snatched that folder right out of her bully’s hoof. That was just another factor that she felt humiliated by, along with Diamond now having a picture of her fillyhood: it would’ve all gone different, if only her magic weren’t so underdeveloped, when other foals could easily levitate things already.
About to full-on cry in embarrassment, feeling so weak, her self-pity was interrupted by the school-bell ringing, calling the students to the first lesson that day. She quickly gathered all the scattered papers from the ground, as well as her now-dirty, wrinkled clothes, putting them back on before heading in a hurry towards the classroom, lest she be late.
“Alright then students, gather in your groups for our long-term project and finalise your work so you can turn it in at the end of school today”, Miss Cheerilee’s voice was as soft and friendly as ever, the sound of it being an extreme contradiction to Sweetie Belle’s current feelings. She still felt rather uncomfortable and violated, and was lost in her thoughts as she walked mindlessly up to her friends.
“Uhhm, Sweetie Belle?”, Scootaloo mumbled out, only to receive a mentally-absent stare from Sweetie as a response.
“Th’ folder...with th’ work?”, Apple Bloom asked, reminding Sweetie Belle that they couldn’t work on their project without said project being present.
“Y-yes the project, sorry”, Sweetie Belle said, as she finally pulled up her saddlebag with the project they were given, laying the formerly-tidy-looking folder, now with paper sticking out left and right in a mess, onto the table.
“What…happened to it?” Apple Bloom asked, looking at the folder, “it looks Winona got a hold’a it…”
“Yeah, it looks all messed up…”
Sweetie Belle, still lost to her mental absence, turned away from the table with the two fillies, her best friends and fellow Cutiemark Crusaders, in complete silence. She was looking across the room towards Diamond Tiara, who seemed to be in quite a good mood, working with Silver Spoon and another filly on their project. With her mind blank, Sweetie didn’t pay attention to anything her friends said when they were talking to her, only perceiving white noise.
‘I could’ve just grabbed it and ran, she would never have been able to set it on fire quicker than I would’ve snatched it, or would she have been fast enough to? What is wrong with me? Am I really this weak? Or did I…did I…like the humiliation, Diamond’s attention on me? Or was it the worry someone could catch us? No, that can’t be it… none of it.’
At this time, Diamond had taken notice of Sweetie Belle's stare towards her, only to respond to it by her sticking her tongue out to insult Sweetie Belle further, unnoticed by the teacher at the given time as she was too busy helping students with their work, and answering their questions if they had any.
Sweetie Belle’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a dark-magenta-coloured chest in front of her, its owner looking down at the filly. “Are you making good progress?”, Miss Cheerilee leaned down to Sweetie Belle, who got startled by being suddenly addressed, being pulled back into reality.
“N-no. I mean, yes, we are”, Sweetie Belle clearly hadn’t been entirely there.
“Well, we could make progress faster if somepony would actually help us bring this mess back into order”, Scootaloo threw in with some annoyance, glaring softly at Sweetie Belle as soon as the teacher had left.
“What is with ya today? I’m a little concerned, it’s like you’re somepony else entirely, Sweetie”, Apple Bloom said with a frown, making the worries she held for her friend clear. Her friend, who would always have the cleanest of work and pristine clothes, and was usually so focused on getting good grades in school, was suddenly completely somewhere else mentally and brought back a mess of a folder, her clothes looking like she’d gotten them off a barn floor.
“I…”
“You…?”, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom asked in unison, simultaneously leaning in towards Sweetie Belle, waiting impatiently for her answer.
“I don’t wanna talk about it”, Sweetie Belle said quietly, then taking a quick look over her shoulder, back to Diamond Tiara, trying to gather her thoughts for a second, before then sorting the work on the table so they could finally work on their project. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom only exchanged a confused look over Sweetie Belle’s response, as the trio usually shared everything amongst themselves.
What followed was a rather awkward near-silence that was very unusual for the three fillies, only speaking about what was most necessary instead of messing around as they usually would. They finished their project and turned it in just as the bell, almost as if on cue, rang, ending the school day, with them being the last ones to submit their work.
Miss Cheerilee quickly held up her hoof to stop the foals from leaving: “Wait everypony, don’t forget that you will have homework due tomorrow!”
The entire class joined in a disappointed ‘aaaw’, before Cheerilee could even elaborate what the homework was going to be.
“Please finish all exercises on Page 76 in ‘Eqquish: Spelling & Grammar’, and read page 101 on ‘Biology for Beginners’. See you tomorrow, everypony!”
On the way out of the classroom, the typical groups of friends already had joined together, the only difference being that this time Diamond Tiara kept close to Sweetie Belle, as she wanted to make sure she’d follow her order from earlier.
When most of the foals had left on their individual paths home, the Cutie Mark Crusaders were still sticking together like they always would. Diamond Tiara, who followed them so far, quickly caught up from behind them, and was then walking beside them. “Sweetie Belle, would you mind joining me on my way home today?”, Diamond asked, quite directly and bluntly.
A second confused look was exchanged between Sweetie Belle’s closest friends at this request. Sweetie had never walked home with Diamond, always heading home, to Carousel Boutique, or to the Cutiemark Crusaders’ Clubhouse after school.
“Why would you”, Scootaloo ran up in front of the group, before she turned around, pointing an accusatory hoof at Diamond, “wanna do anything with any of us?”
“Yeah, ya practically hate us”, Apple Bloom added.
“My my, my little ponies, I just wanna bury the hatchet of war that is between us. I even asked Sweetie about joining me earlier, right Sweetie Belle?”, Diamond nudged against Sweetie Belle’s side, trying to push her to a response.
Although hesitant to answer, Sweetie Belle, before leaving with a sigh and worries about what her bully had planned for her next, responded with a simple, if disappointed: “Right.”
Apple Bloom and Scootaloo were left behind, trying to process why Sweetie Belle would agree to do anything with her, as Diamond Tiara and Sweetie Belle left, and immediately started discussing how something definitely wasn’t quite right with the situation.
When they’d finally reached the destination of Diamond's house, Sweetie Belle thought it was a little weird that no one waited for her at home to greet her, like she always had been by her older sister Rarity, or Apple Bloom by Applejack, or Scootaloo by her aunts. It felt cold and dead so to say, opposing the heartwarming greetings of their own families.
"Isn't there anypony home?", Sweetie Belle asked, slightly surprised the house was empty, as Diamond turned the key, opening the door to her home.
"No, I'm always home alone after school. My dad is on some business trip again, and my mum... I actually don't know where she is right now, or what she is doing", Diamond’s voice with filled with an obvious sadness for the first time Sweetie had ever heard as she opened the door, pointing a hoof inwards to 'invite' her victim that she planned to bully further, her words about ‘burying the hatchet’ from earlier nothing but thin air.
Sweetie Belle did have a slight empathy at this point for Diamond, is she just being so mean to everypony because she herself feels alone and sad? Should I try to reach out to her?, Sweetie Belle thought, her expression a mix of confusion at the unusual situation, and pity she felt for her bully.
"My room is upstairs", Diamond said, pulling Sweetie Belle out of her thoughts.
Sweetie Belle didn't know how to feel about the situation. As she took the first step up the stairs, her movement slowed down quite a bit, as she still was trying to connect the pieces about why Diamond may behave like she does, always bullying her and her friends. Something Sweetie Belle never had thought about before.
"C'mon, get a move on", Diamond demanded, shoving Sweetie to get her attention, complaining that Sweetie Belle was being too slow in her impatience, "We don't have all day."
"Wait here!", Diamond soon requested, but more so commanded Sweetie Belle, as they reached the door to her room. She didn't really want to follow Diamond into her room anyway, considering what possible horrible things she may have to endure if she stayed around her bully any longer.
As Diamond was alone in her room, she hid the picture of Sweetie Belle she had taken earlier so she would keep the piece of blackmail available. Sweetie, while waiting, looked at one of the few paintings in the upstairs corridor. It was an old, hoof-painted portrait of Diamond’s family, but instead of happy, it looked lifeless, the subjects mostly being both of Diamond's parents. Their expressions were as if they were set in stone; direct, cold, and calculating. The younger-filly Diamond was barely visible at the bottom between them, her head just high enough at the time it had been made, her parents seeming to treat her with absolute ignorance in the picture. At least, that's what it felt like as Sweetie looked at it.
'Who would hang such a sad-looking family picture in their house?'
"Okay, you, come in now", Diamond demanded as though a mistress to her dog, leaning around the half-opened door of her room, holding the door open, with mostly just her head poking out, looking at Sweetie Belle expectantly.
"O-okay", Sweetie Belle said, as she entered the room with hesitation, her head hanging down low.
"Sit down there", Diamond ordered Sweetie Belle around as if she was more a tool rather than a filly the same age as her. She pointed to the spot in front of a floor desk, located against the wall, with shelves and cupboards to the left and right of it. Behind where Sweetie Belle sat now was Diamond's bed, that she made herself comfortable on as soon as the other filly followed her orders and sat.
"Wha-"
"Shut up! Have I said you could talk, blank flank?", Diamond asked in a harsh tone, the spite for Sweetie Belle clear in it.
Sweetie Belle, when she got called ‘blank flank’ again, like she was so often by Diamond or Silver Spoon, once more leaned to the side, looking down at the blank spot where she hoped her cutie mark was going to be in the near future. She felt some sadness overcoming her again, provoking her emotionless expression to turn to one of sorrow instead.
"Now that you're quiet, I expect that you remember what our homework is, right? I don’t wanna do it, so you’re going to do it for me. After all, I want something out of it if you ever want me to get rid of that oh-so-lewd picture of you, and not let the whole school see it.”
"Y-yeah, I do, but this isn't right!", Sweetie Belle tried to convince Diamond that not doing her homework herself wouldn't work towards the goal of what the given homework was for, “You won’t learn the lesson, then you can't pass the test on it!”
"Do I look like I care?", Diamond's voice was fueled with toxicity and ignorance for Sweetie Belle's attempt at justice.
Disappointed that she couldn’t change Diamond’s thoughts on the subject, Sweetie Belle sighed: “All exercises on Page 76 in ‘Eqquish: Spelling & Grammar’, and reading page 101 on ‘Biology for Beginners’.” Sweetie Belle exactly remembered what their homework was.
“Alright then, so start already. The books are on the shelf to your left, and writing material is on the desk, as I’m sure you can see. I meanwhile will think about what else I could make you do to make my life easier”, Diamond had viciously stated, “Oh, and I need to catch up on something in maths, so there is a note with what’s I’m behind on on the wall. I expect you to do that next.”
Sweetie Belle looked up and noticed a large number of sticky notes all over the place, most of them having notes of likely-forgotten homework, and some sometimes quite toxic messages, more often than not directed at Diamond’s own parents. Now it was truly clear to Sweetie that Diamond held a grudge against her parents, letting her frustrations out on her, and others, in school.
Sweetie decided to start on the maths homework that she remembered they were supposed to turn in about a week ago already, quietly working out all the equations, hoping that it would maybe put an end to the bullying if she were to confront Diamond later about her relationship with her parents. Her talking was definitely not an option at the moment, as it would only spiral up the tensions between them for now, Sweetie Belle thought.
Meanwhile, lazy as ever, letting others do her work for her, Diamond lay in bed on her back relaxing. She thought about the day, the day her long-time plan to abuse any of the Cutie Mark Crusaders had finally been executed. However, there was one image that she couldn’t stop thinking of: how Sweetie Belle had been sprawled out in front of her on the floor in the storage room, stripped naked, her hind legs spread apart and her privates exposed.
Diamond’s mind was somewhere else right then, remembering how Sweetie Belle had looked so vulnerable before her, as she was mentally scanning every mere bit of her victim over and over. There was something about it she liked, although she couldn’t entirely clarify for herself what it was.
After some more minutes in silence, Sweetie Belle occupied by her task given to her by her bully, Diamond noticed that there was a slightly wet feeling between her legs, a wet spot very slowly building up on her bed. ’Did I just… pee myself a little? No, that would feel different. This is…slippery?’ Diamond shook her head, claiming back her senses.
Diamond took a look at Sweetie Belle, assuring that she wasn’t noticing any of this embarrassing moment, and when she saw that Sweetie was still buried in her thoughts in working on the homework for Diamond, she decided to take a closer look to what she was feeling, reaching down to her crotch with her hoof, in order to investigate the source of this slippery fluid. When she did so, Diamond’s hoof very gently brushed over her panty-covered genitals, the sensation, not a bad one, causing her to shudder slightly and let out a very quiet, involuntary ‘ah’. In shock over making such a noise, she looked over to Sweetie Belle, who, luckily for her, still hadn’t taken notice of what was going on.
Curious about what this new sensation was, Diamond started to gently poke at her private parts through her slightly wettened panties. Each poke was feeling just as good as the one before, until her poking turned into a soft rubbing over that very same spot she so far only poked at as she leaned back, and spread her hindlegs open for easier access.
Diamond kept rubbing her over her cloth-covered fillyhood at a steady pace, enjoying the sensation it caused. At some point, feeling at home, Diamond eventually took off her panties. She was used to being home alone most of the day, her parents only coming back late in the evening, with Sweetie Belle being so quiet and occupied that Diamond forgot about her presence, too caught up in these new sensations that she’d just discovered happening between her legs.
As she lay there, half-naked in her own bed, feeling comfortable and safe, Diamond tried to take a closer look at her crotch. Curling up, she tried to see what exactly caused this pleasurable sensation that she desired to feel more of. She could see her underdeveloped teats, and right below it from her view, there was a little fleshy button poking out as she felt her genitals…move all on their own. ’Is this what feels so good?’ Diamond wondered as she stroked over it, the sensation being so much more intense now that the clothes which were in the way were now gone, having hit the most sensitive spot so roughly with her hoof that almost hurt, but instead caused to…kind of ‘wink’ again.
Savouring the feelings her body was giving her, Diamond kept going, gently caressing over that sweet spot she’d found, trembling each time she passed over her sensitive nub, and even started to moan a little louder.
“What are you doing there?”, Sweetie Belle asked, having finally taken notice of Diamond’s odd behaviour as she started moaning louder, her head tilted to the side with the possibly most questioning expression in all of Equestria, “Are you hurt? You’re moaning…”
“I…uhm, I…”, Diamond stammered, at being caught red-hoofed – or rather wet-hoofed, as it was – like this, entirely froze up in shock, not knowing at all how to react to being seen touching her fillyhood like this.
Sweetie Belle, meanwhile, stood up from the desk, where she had worked quietly so far, turning around and seeing this very little wet spot on the bed that Diamond’s actions had generated: “I-is that pee?”
“No, it’s not!”, Diamond immediately retorted, her face red as a tomato in embarrassment.
Sweetie scrunched her muzzle in curiosity: “What is it then?”
“I…I don’t know, but it was there when I touched myself…down there, and it felt good”, Diamond pointed downwards between her own legs.
“You mean…that came from where we pee from?”
“Well, yes, but…”
“Eww! Then doesn’t that make it pee?!”
“No!”
Right then a thought struck Diamond, a thought of how she could make Sweetie Belle, her oh-so-favourite victim, feel even worse, to humiliate her and have herself probably feel even better. Diamond stood up, getting out of her bed. ’If my hoof can already make it feel funny and good like that, I wonder what her tongue can do’: “Lick it!” Diamond demanded, with a sadistic grin on her muzzle.
“No! Are you crazy? That’s totally your pee!”, Sweetie Belle immediately took a step back, showing just how little she wanted to do what Diamond was demanding of her right then.
“Do I have to remind you that I have something against you in my hoof, hmm?”, Diamond asked in complacency as she approached Sweetie Belle, before suddenly pushing her onto her back onto the floor, giving Sweetie flashbacks to the storage room earlier that day, “now will you, or do I have to force you to?”
Sweetie Belle, lying on her back, wasn’t sure how to feel as she saw Diamond approaching her: “D-do I really have to?”
“Unless you want everypony to see the photograph of your dumb little fillyhood…”, Diamond smugly reminded the filly that now was beneath her, though it felt kind of weird to call her fillyhood mean things. That part of Sweetie was actually quite pretty to her.
’I don’t think it can get any worse than this, can it? Just grit your teeth and do it. You can’t have everypony in school see that embarrassing picture of you, Sweetie!
As she stepped over her, Diamond guided Sweetie Belle’s head into place with her forehooves and held it there as her body lowered so she was sitting on Sweetie’s chest, her crotch hovering right over Sweetie’s nose as she balanced on her hind hooves, a mischievous smirk on her face: “Hurry up and lick it already!”
Sweetie Belle, looking up from the spot beneath her, seeing Diamond looming above her like that, felt intimidated. It was quite menacing, being pinned to the ground, below her bully, her face so close to her crotch…she would only have to lower her body a little further and she could smother her by sitting on her face.
Sweetie Belle moved her head a little closer, her tongue stuck out, and anticipated the taste of pee. She hesitated just less than a centimetre from Diamond’s filly parts for a second, before taking a breath. She could smell Diamond’s scent from being so close, catching a whiff of something…different. Kind of sweet, kind of musky, but nothing at all like the acrid scent of urine. As such, and given no real other choice given her pinned position, Sweetie reluctantly gave the first lick, of many sure to follow.
“It, it really isn’t pee!”, Sweetie Belle said after taking a moment to mentally compile what she’d just tasted, surprised at the rather sweet, lightly musky taste that the thick feminine fluid leaking from Diamond’s passage had to it.
“Told you so. Now put that loser mouth to good use, blank flank, and keep going until I say you can stop”, Diamond lowered her body that tiny bit that was missing to bury Sweetie Belle’s muzzle into her soft fillyhood, giving a little moan as she felt her supple lower lips spread open around it, “The better you make me feel, the less I may take advantage of your situation and think about showing everypony that pathetic picture of you. But…”
Sweetie Belle, who was now buried beneath her bully’s ass, her muzzle in her pee-place, contradictive to her first reaction, now started lapping away joyfully, savouring the taste of another filly’s pussy. She was even somewhat enjoying being dominated like this; as she was pinned to the ground, her thoughts could drift somewhere else, not having to focus or worry on anything else but what Diamond demanded from her.
Was it really that bad of a situation? She supposed not, if it weren’t for the blackmail.
Lick after lick caused Diamond to shiver a bit over the sensation, the wet, smooth tongue of Sweetie Belle being so much better of a tool for this kind of activity than Diamond’s rather rough hooves were, with each lick further wettening the now already soaking passage more.
Getting yet another evil idea, Diamond reached over to the nearby shelf, grabbing her camera. She started snapping picture after picture of Sweetie pinned beneath her, her eyes closed, all but savouring the taste of her filly parts. She considered what she could have Sweetie do to get all these back, grinning as she considered all the humiliating things she could make her new slave do with these.
Below her bully, oblivious to the pictures being taken of her forced actions, Sweetie Belle could see that little fleshy nub, Diamond’s clit, poking out constantly, her outer parts kind of scrunching up around her muzzle. She noticed that every time she licked over that particular part, it made Diamond moan louder than the time before, and shiver along with the moans. It must have been something positive she was doing, if Diamond didn't tell her to stop, after a while Sweetie Belle focused more and more on that little pleasure-button.
Diamond put the camera and pictures aside, then focused on being given the first sexual attention of her life, enjoying such sensations for the first time, could feel a tingle going through her entire body, like electricity was riding her spine with each lick that Sweetie Belle gave over her clit: “K-keep focusing there. I-it…”
Diamond, lost in her pleasure, couldn't entirely finish her sentence, further pressing her crotch into Sweetie’s muzzle, completely covering her nose now. She started to struggle against the weight on her neck, feeling her head getting lighter from the lack of oxygen after a short while. In her panic, she stopped lapping, to Diamond’s disapproval, and tapped her bully on the flank a few times. To her relief, she got the hint and lifted her body up, letting Sweetie pull in several gasps of cool, sweet air. “Did I say you could stop?”, Diamond sharply asked, looking down at Sweetie with a disapproving glare.
“N-no, but you made it really hard for me to breathe there!”, Sweetie Belle looked up at Diamond, with Sweetie then leaning onto her forehooves, supporting her weight on the ground, lifting herself slightly upwards, before begging, “I…I just need a breather, pleeease.”
“Granted, you wouldn’t be useful if you were to pass out anyway”, Diamond said, hearing Sweetie panting softly for about thirty seconds, meanwhile feeling her fillyhood all tingly and…kind of itchy, as it continued to make those scrunchy, winky feelings. “Ok, now get back to work already”, Diamond shortly after pushed her rump down again, grinding against Sweetie Belle’s muzzle with her now needy-feeling slit.
Sweetie Belle picked up her work from before again, pleasuring Diamond lick after lick, placing her forehooves on Diamond’s flanks, to have some control over not being pinned completely beneath her again, unable to breathe. Her licks slowly became more passionate as she developed a feeling for what Diamond liked, as well as enjoying the profuse, sweet-musky fluids she was producing meanwhile. They didn’t really taste strong like much of anything, and just felt kind-of slippery and funny in her mouth, but she found she liked them nonetheless.
Diamond could feel how her body was slowly starting to act more and more on its own, her hip grinding against Sweetie’s muzzle, her nub-thing starting to push out of her folds more often, and could feel herself start shaking slightly from the continuous licks that Sweetie Belle gave her. Diamond’s moaning and shaking wasn’t left unnoticed to Sweetie Belle, who was starting to feel slightly worried for her. She stopped, only for a second, to ask: “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, keep going! It just felt so good”, Diamond responded.
Sweetie Belle then gave a slow, teasing lick, then another, just to see how Diamond would react. With the tables now turned in her favour, Sweetie Belle felt like she had the upper hoof, deciding what Diamond was to get or not, and when. Diamond squealed high-pitched in pleasure as she suckled softly on her clit again, and Sweetie Belle stopped for a second again to giggle.
“What, what is so funny?”
“Nothing. It’s just, these girly noises you make sound so cute!”
Diamond’s face turned red once more: “Be quiet! And keep licking me!”
Sweetie Belle picked up her work of pleasuring Diamond with her licks again, every now and then looking up at her, looking Diamond in the eyes, reading her expressions, wallowing in the empowered feelings herself, even if she was on the bottom.
Diamond shortly after started to tense up, and she could feel the slight tingles from before growing into a much stronger sensation now going through her entire body, her hindlegs quivering as she felt everything culminating. She soon felt a wave of comfortable warmth emitting from her fillyhood then throughout her whole body, alongside a long moan and a release of femme-cum all over Sweetie Belle’s muzzle. She felt her lower belly squeezing down on itself, everything feeling tense inside, her hips stiffly grinding against Sweetie’s muzzle as she experienced her first ever orgasm.
After a few seconds of elysium, Diamond soon leaned back and dropped off from Sweetie Belle to the side, landing on her back on her room’s floor to recover. Diamond was a bit short of breath after this overwhelming first-time experience, before she crawled to the edge of her bed and leaned against the frame, her face surely that of a satisfied young filly. “I didn’t know there was something that could feel as good as that”, she panted, looking still completely dazed, with a dopy little smile on her face as her afterglow settled in.
Sweetie Belle got up from the floor as well, leaning to the same bed frame next to Diamond, shoulder to shoulder with her. With as calm as Diamond seemed right now, Sweetie was thinking it would be a good time to confront her bully. She could string the pieces together about why she acted like this, though still wanted to clarify. Asking in a quiet, almost disappointed sounding tone, with a slight pity she felt towards Diamond: “Can I ask you something?”
“Whatever, go ahead”, Diamond responded rather indifferently, only focused on how in bliss she felt a mere minute ago, still feeling the vestigial remains of…whatever that was in her lower belly, her insides still sometimes squeezing down on themselves.
“Why do you always bully us - Apple Bloom, Scootaloo and me - and especially me lately? I will keep it to myself if you want to tell me, but I can’t believe you would do it without any reason. I mean, you still have that picture if I were to tell, right?”, Sweetie Belle put herself on the spot deliberately so she would get an answer to something that had really piqued her curiosity.
Diamond pulled her hindlegs closer to her as she still leaned against the bed frame, wrapping her forelegs around them as she pulled them tightly to her chest, her formerly happy, blissful look turning to sadness instead. Her hesitational answer was clearly a sign that she felt embarrassed about the honest answer she was about to give: “I…I just…I don’t even know where to start. Just look at you and your friends, all of you have big sisters or guardians – family – welcoming you at home, while my parents seem to barely care that I’m even alive. You have a real friendship with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo—”
“But what about Silver Spoon, isn’t she a friend to you?”, Sweetie Belle interrupted the short speech that Diamond was giving straight from the heart.
Diamond looked up, sorrow in her eyes, with them indeed nearly brimming with tears, and turned her head towards her victim, that now, contrary to what she thought Sweetie Belle was going to do since she was so vulnerable, especially after all she did to her today, was reaching out to help her instead: “More or less, I think she mostly just follows me around because she’s worried I would be mean to her too if she didn’t, if I’m being honest to myself.” Diamond slowly started crying after letting out her bottled-up inner feelings, tears flowing down her cheeks and dropping from her chin. “And then t-there’s you, y-you’re so much smarter than I am, always turning in p-perfect homework, earning only the best g-grades. I mean, just look at that!”, Diamond pointed with her hoof at the wall and all the sticky notes of missed assignments on it, before turning her head away in shame. Now speaking far quieter than before, as if she didn’t really want Sweetie Belle to hear what she continued to say: “and you look far cuter than me, too.”
Sweetie Belle checked out all the notes on the wall again that Diamond pointed towards, then looked back over to Diamond, struggling to understand her last words and sounding like she really cared, wanting to know what was troubling Diamond: “Could you repeat that please?”
“I said you look far cuter than I do!”, Diamond half-shouted across the room, having looked Sweetie Belle directly in the eyes, before very quickly turning her head back away and continued to cry quietly.
This heart-to-heart talk, this honesty, being called cute and smart, truly flattered Sweetie Belle, her cheeks tinting mildly, as she looked down at her own body, processing what Diamond had just said. She felt that she really understood Diamond now, and why she acted as she did. Sweetie Belle moved a little closer to Diamond, and gave her a comforting, much-needed hug, and was somewhat surprised that Diamond let her, and even hugged back weakly, as if she didn’t even know what a hug was.
After a while of comforting her ex-bully, Diamond decided to offer Sweetie something nice for the first time in a long time, wanting to put the past behind them once she’d calmed down.
“D-do you wanna try it too?”
Sweetie blinked: “Try what?”
“When…when you licked me down there, what it felt like.”
Sweetie Belle considered the offer, hesitant if she really wanted to try that, still having a hard time believing that being licked in her pee-place would feel good, “S-sure”, she finally agreed, not really wanting to refuse this first nice thing ever that Diamond was offering her.
“OK then, lay on your back on my bed and spread your hindlegs open”, Diamond said, before she realised the slightly demanding tone in her phrasing, reminding herself that she didn’t want to force Sweetie Belle to something she didn’t want to anymore, “i-if you want to, that is.”
Sweetie Belle was indeed curious what the sensations she gave Diamond earlier felt like, seeing how much Diamond had been panting and squirming because of her tongue licking over her filly-parts, and how much she wanted her to keep going. She took off her own panties and laid down on her back on the bed, just as requested, before then looking over to Diamond, who stood on all fours at the edge of the bed. Diamond, meanwhile, was slowly moving towards the young mare on the mattress, just as reluctant at first as Sweetie Belle had been to do this for her, and for that matter the way Sweetie looked as she was now about to receive her turn, looking quite unsure if she should really do it.
Sweetie watched Diamond getting closer and closer to her, her tail down over the side of the bed and exposing herself to the other filly. As she was within centimetres of her fillyhood, just before Diamond was about to give her first lick, Sweetie Belle’s insecurities manifested, and she flicked up her tail and crossed her hindlegs, denying access for now.
“I can’t quite return the favour if you have your legs closed, y’know?”, Diamond said with an abashed tone, as she pulled away from Sweetie’s crotch again.
“S-sorry, I’m just not really sure about this still, but I…I guess I can give it a try”, Sweetie Belle then opened her legs again, exposing her privates to Diamond, relaxing, and taking one deep breath after another. She repeated a mantra in her head. ‘Don't shy away’. over and over, wanting to know what it felt like for Diamond earlier, and trying to get over her initial reticence.
Diamond leaned in and gave the first long, slow lick over Sweetie Belle’s entire fillyhood, which caused Sweetie Belle’ hind hoof to gently twitch in surprise at the not-undesirable sensation, accompanied by the quietest of moans.
“See, I told you it felt good”, Diamond exclaimed as she held a sheepish smile, as she for once did something positive for someone else, instead of forcing them to do her will. The lick made her feel good inside, making it feel kind of funny in her tummy, “Want me to continue?”
“I-I’m not sure…”, Sweetie Belle said, squirming a bit. It felt weird to her, exposing her most intimate parts so voluntarily like this, and to someone she had always had such bad experiences with, but curious as she was about the sensations that had taken hold of Diamond’s body before, she wanted Diamond to continue.
“We don’t ha—”
“Yes, keep going. Please?”, Sweetie Belle asked Diamond, as she wanted to know why it felt so good about being licked down there.
“Okay”, Diamond quietly said as she got closer to Sweetie Belle’s slit again, holding Sweetie’s hindlegs apart with her hooves. She leaned over Sweetie’s groyne, looking between her legs, over her teats, to meet her eyes. Both of them had a slightly red tint to their cheeks, as they looked each other in the eyes and shared a quiet moment.
“Are you sure?”, Diamond asked again, as she went through such a big change within such a short time; going from Sweetie’s tormentor to her benefactor within minutes. She was really worried, wanting to get the absolute assurance that Sweetie Belle wanted this.
“Yes, and don’t look at me like that, it’s embarrassing!”, Sweetie Belle turned her head away from Diamond, her cheeks aflame now.
“But you’re so cute!”
“B-but it makes me feel all…weird.”
“Just take the compliment, OK? It’s not like I give them out every day.”
Without another word, Diamond slowly trailed her view down Sweetie Belle’s body, the body that she liked so much, the body that belonged to who she was so envious of. The body of somepony she, if she was honest to herself, was almost an idol to her, somepony that she felt she could never achieve being herself.
A quiet gulp, worried that she could ruin the more or less positive mood that now filled the room, came from Diamond shortly before she started licking her former victim between the legs. Remembering what felt so good for her when Sweetie Belle was beneath her, Diamond, after a few first laps, started to focus on Sweetie Belle’s most sensitive part as well, finding that little pink nub at the top easily.
Each lick at that part, unlike the first ones, caused Sweetie Belle to shiver gently in pleasure, accompanied by quiet moans, the same warm tingles that Diamond had experienced earlier coursing through Sweetie Belle’s body with each lick, causing her to desire more of this pleasurable feeling.
Seeing Sweetie Belle twitch from these sensations she was giving her, knowing just how nice they were herself, made Diamond smile internally. The more she licked Sweetie Belle, the more she savoured the feeling of doing something good for another for a change, and the taste of Sweetie Belle’s leakage. After a while, her lapping became less frequent, though, as she admired Sweetie Belle’s body again, looking from her fillyhood, to her cute, perky little teats, then along her smooth, flawlessly-white belly and chest, before finally seeing her adorable face, flushed with red because of her own actions.
“What are you doing? Keep going!”, Sweetie Belle complained, as Diamond’s licks slowed down.
“I’m sorry, you just look so cute as I’m doing this for you”, Diamond insisted, looking up at Sweetie Belle from between her legs, her words leaving the latter feeling flattered again, before Diamond picked up her work again, focusing more and more on Sweetie Belle’s sensitive clit.
Seeing, and hearing, Sweetie Belle shiver and moan in pleasure whenever her lick passed Sweetie Belle’s winking bump, Diamond decided to gently start sucking on it, playing with it with her tongue. The overwhelming sensations caused Sweetie Belle’s body to act a little more on its own, her hips thrusting towards her pleasurer, her back arching from the bed slightly.
When Sweetie Belle felt something building up inside her lower belly, feeling like she was going to explode in a way, her breaths became erratic. Sweetie Belle wrapped her hindlegs around the back of Diamond’s head, pulling her into her needy slit, leaning forward, now practically sitting on the edge of the bed. Sweetie Belle guided Diamond’s head with her hooves, as she moaned in pleasure when her inner muscles started to spasm beyond her control.
It felt great, too great to say anything, instead letting out girly squeals of joy as Sweetie Belle came, her entire body tensing up and locking Diamond in place between her legs, waves of pleasure going through Sweetie’s body with each contraction of her lower belly, and wink of her pleasure-nub on Diamond’s nose. Her whole body was tingling, her lower belly clenching and clenching inside, her hips grinding against Diamond’s muzzle as her nub thing went in and out of its usual hiding place rapidly.
Once she calmed down a little from her climax, Sweetie Belle noticed a mumbled “mmh” between her legs, accompanied by some tapping at her flank. Finally releasing the tight grip from Diamond’s head, Sweetie Belle let herself fall onto her back into Diamond’s bed: “That felt…”
“Great, amazing, fantastic?”
“Yes”, Sweetie Belle simply replied as she laid there exhausted, relishing in the joyous feelings of her first orgasm.
“So…friends?”, Diamond asked insecurely, reaching down to offer a hoofbump. Sweetie smiled, and pressed her hoof to Diamond’s, accepting her offer. Diamond then wrapped her hoof around Sweetie’s in an offer to help her up. Sweetie nodded and let herself be pulled to her hooves, though stumbled a bit as her legs felt like they were made of jelly. Whatever that was took a lot out of her, it would seem, despite her doing very little herself.
“Friends”, Sweetie Belle said with a big smile as she got out of Diamond's bed, putting her clothes back on in silence, not an awkward one though, before turning to the door and leaving Diamond’s room, “I should get to Rarity, I’m sure she’s already concerned where I am.”
“Wait!”, Diamond yelled after her.
Sweetie Belle turned around, standing on the first steps of the stairs to look back at Diamond, wondering what she had to say. Instead of hearing her say anything, Diamond stood in the doorframe of her room, all the pictures she had taken of Sweetie Belle this morning and afternoon in her hoof, and struck a match, about to burn them.
“No!”, Sweetie Belle shook her head, she had totally forgotten about that picture at this point in time, wondering where the others had come from, though feeling happy that the hatchet of war had finally been buried between the two for real, Diamond about to burn them being living proof of that.
“No?”, Diamond asked, confused, putting out the match.
Sweetie turned around and approached Diamond, holding hooves with her now, getting a blush from her friend at the intimate contact, “I want you to keep them, as a sign of trust between us. And you get to enjoy the view of my body whenever you want!”, Sweetie gave a wink with her eye, “and maybe even touch yourself to them, remembering what we did today.” She then turned around, leaving a shocked Diamond behind, with a smirk on her own face.
Diamond smiled in silence, watching her now-lover leave her house, at the same time feeling ashamed about the past, before getting an idea, and grabbing her camera, before taking some lewd pictures of herself for Sweetie Belle.
“Hey!” Diamond called out as Sweetie stood in front of her house, before presenting Sweetie with the pictures of herself, with her fillyhood the main focus. “Y’know, in case you want to remember today as you rub yourself too…”
Sweetie accepted with a smile, before giving Diamond a kiss on the cheek, with her heart pounding out of her chest: “I hope I don’t just have to just rub myself! Maybe we could do this again sometime?”
Diamond smiled, before nodding. “Yeah, I think I’d really like that…maybe this weekend?”
Sweetie just smiled back, before walking away, leaving Diamond with a dopey smile on her face .
“What in tarnation?”
“What?”
Apple Bloom pointed a hoof at Diamond and Sweetie Belle, who were happily trotting together to school, showing Scootaloo what she meant: “That!”
“What?”, Scootaloo repeated, this time in shock, instead of wondering what was going on.
As the four met up, Apple Bloom’s and Scootaloo’s confusion was clear on their faces.
“Did we miss som’n’?”
“Yeah, yesterday you behaved all weird, both of you, and today too, just… different”, Scootaloo exclaimed, her head tilted at the unusual sight.
Sweetie Belle took a step forward towards her friends, “Well, Diamond wanted to bury the hatchet of war that was between us and…so we did”, Sweetie had somewhat lied to her friends about Diamond’s initial intentions, although it turned out to be the truth in the end.
“Yeah, I’m sorry for what I’ve put you through, all of you. Friends?”, Diamond held a hoof out as a gesture of peace.
“And there ain’t no catch?”, Apple Bloom asked, unsure if Diamond was for real.
“No. No catch. I really want to put the past behind us and be friends with you.”
Scootaloo and Apple Bloom both looked questioningly at Sweetie Belle simultaneously.
“Nope, no strings attached”, Sweetie Belle assured her friends, who then gave an, if hesitant, hoofbump to Diamond.
Diamond and Sweetie Belle both left the group to get into the schoolhouse as the bell rang, getting ahead of Scootaloo and Apple Bloom.
Both Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, left behind like that without any further words, looked at each other in confusion.
“Something is off.”
“Yeah, they’re acting even weirder than they did yesterday!”
Sitting down in the classroom, sitting beside each other now instead of across the room like before, Sweetie looked into Diamond’s eyes, giving a soft smile, “So, when should we tell them we decided to maybe be fillyfriends?”, Sweetie asked, just that word ‘fillyfriends’ making her stomach feel all fluttery.
“Whenever you feel it’s right to”, Diamond responded, giving her new lover a little kiss on the cheek, before Cheerilee called for their attention as the new school day started.