Title:           Swindle (Diamond Tiara) NSFW
Author:          inyanga
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First Edit:      Friday 13th of March 2015 06:02:20 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 13th of March 2015 06:02:20 PM CDT

>You steadily grip the rake in your hand, the wind-strewn leaves soon forming a neat pile
>It took some time, but you finally cleared most of the leaves on the playground for the morning
>The school-bell rings through the air, signalling lunch break at the school for the fillies
>You idly watch them burst though the doors, clamoring on the jungle gym, a few already playing hopscotch and jump-rope across the yard
>With a faint smile, you start making your way to the toolshed, adjusting your khaki overalls
>a tomato and lettuce sandwich with some cold soda sounding mighty fine on this crisp autumn afternoon, all waiting for you at your locker.
>"You there! Mr Anonymous, wasn't it? I'd like to have a word with you."
>You stop in your tracks and turn around, curiously looking over the pink magenta filly before you
"Hey there little missy. What can I help you with today? If it's the swing, don't fret, I'll have it all good come tomorrow..."
>"Cut the pleasantries. I know what you've been doing around here."
>You screw your brow in confusion,
"Excuse me?"
>"You heard me... Don't think that your grubby, sticky fingers hasn't gone unnoticed. A little birdie told me that you've been carrying quite the duffle bag home every now and then. Things gone missing too around here as well."
>Your rake drops to the ground and you raise your hands in the air defensively,
"Woah now, that's a mighty big accusation you're making there. I've worked here for years and I'm not the pilfering type. So would you kindly move along; I got places to be rather than here."
>You see her sneer at you as you pick up the rake once more, turning your back as you start heading off
>"Figures... Well if you want to play it that way, I don't think Cheerilee would consider keeping you around anymore if she heard over five fillies testifying you being a thief, now would she?"
>You freeze in your tracks, pursing your lips as you feel your shoulders tense up
>You turn to her, her mouth already curled into a wicked grin
"I know your type." you say coolly
",If you wanted to rat me out you would already have. So what do you want?"
>"At least you're smart enough to realize when I mean business."
>Your grip tightens, the rough texture of the wooden handle of the rake biting into your palm
>"After school, there by that shack you call your office. Don't keep me waiting."
>With that she makes her leave, her tail swishing triumphantly as she trots off
>Your shoulders slump down as you make your way back to the tool shed
>You creak open the doorway, and flick on the light
>The light bulb crackles on, showing the dust motes drifting in the air
>You close the door behind you, drowning out the laughter from the playground
>Shuffling your way over to the dented school locker, you fish out your lunchbox
>Taking a seat on the old canvas bunk, you take a bite of the moist sandwich
>It's sogginess fills your mouth as you look over to the old photos stuck to the locker door
>There, standing proudly was yourself, first day on the job as groundskeeper and janitor of the school
>The smiles you see there now seem distant
>Cracking open the soda, you sigh after the first sip, recalling the filly's words
>She was right...Though you worked very hard, it simply didn't cover the bills every few months
>You had to make due... An odd double tool here, a toy there, long since forgotten in the sandbox
>Your reputation would be devastated if they branded you a thief
>You had nowhere else to go
>All you could do now is wait for the bell, and hope for this day to just pass
>Hours pass, the sunlight already slightly shifted from the slit underneath the door
>All the same, your mind races, thinking of ways to avert your crimes coming to light
>To no use, your mind is stuck in a loop with the mental image of your dismissal form in hand
>The bell brings you back to reality, making you sit upright from your bunk
>You walk over to the mirror in your locker and straighten your appearance
>Even for a groundskeeper, the little touches of formality remind you of home
>Not long after you hear a rapping on the door
>With a defeated sigh, you walk over and open it, revealing Diamond Tiara, her saddlebags slung over her back
>"Ugh...what a dump!"
"Do you mind if we step inside please?"
>"hmmph, if I have to. Wouldn't want the ape's dirty laundry outside I see?"
>You clench your jaw, and with a silent scorn, you show her inside.
>Closing the door behind you, you turn to address her
"Why are you here?"
>She flicks her mane out of her face before answering
>"We all want something Mr Anon. Some ponies have refined tastes, like yours truely, whereas others, farm-hands and servants, are content with living in filth or stealing from those who are better than they ever will be..."
"Get to the point"
>Rather cut her off here than let her continue chipping away at your temper
>"AS I was saying, we all want something. You don't want to be caught, and I can make that happen. But you've got to do something in return for me."
>you dig out your wallet from your back overall pocket and survey what bits you have
"What will it cost to keep you quiet then, hm?"
>"Hah!, please, I don't need that milk money you call a salary. No, some things money can't buy... a tragedy really. No, I want you to make out with me, even more too."
>You recoiled slightly at the filly's request
"Excuse me? You want me to what now?"
>"You heard me. Now get on the bunk. Now!"
>Reluctantly you make your way over and take a seat on the bunk
"Why in Equestria would you want that? Can't you just snog a colt instead?"
>She rolls her eyes at your question
>"As if I haven't already. All the colts want to be with me. I'm perfect like that. But they're amateurs, all of them. No, I want something more exotic."
>She clamours onto the bed and faces you with a sultry smile
>"Besides, Silver Spoon told me she's seen you kissing another mare in town. Now I had to experience this myself, rather than just holding her to her word."
"Fine then. Say I make out with you, you'll keep your side of the bargain?"
>"My word is gold Mr Anonymous. Worth more than a thief's anyway."
>You grunted in dissatisfaction before turning to face her
>With a sigh you leaned in closer, slowly wrapping your arm around her
>After a final grin, she closes her eyes, before uttering "This better be good, or else..."
>Your mouth is inches away from hers. On your lip you feel her rushing breath. You can faintly smell a sickly sweet perfume clinging to her.
>Your lips touch, she opens her mouth as you let your tongue gently snake onward
>You let it run along her teeth, no bump or crevice felt as your tongue glides along her perfect teeth
>She nips at your tongue, her body inching closer to yours.
>In her eagerness, she starts suckling on your tongue, yet you resist
>You in turn wrap yours around her's, bringing it along over to your mouth
>Once there you delicately scrape your teeth over her soft tongue
>On her back, you caress her fur, moving to her neck, just underneath her silky mane
>Her body trembles slightly at your touch, yet you press onward, moving your tongue back to her mouth
>You pull away slowly, her mouth agape ever so slightly, her tongue lolling out by the tip
>"Heh...I have to admit, that was pretty good, but that's not going to get you off the hook."
"That wasn't part of the deal?" you refute
>"Change of plan..."
>She pushes you back onto the bunk, her strength quite surprising for her size
>"I've heard stories and gossip that mares body's change and that males do a special dance with them. What better way to outdo any other filly here than to do that dance with something exotic,"
"Wait what?" you exclaim, "I can't go and have sex with a minor."
>"Hush now... You don't have a say in the matter. Besides, if you refuse I'll just say you forced me to do it with you."
>Your gut turned to ice, the thought of being branded a pedophile, rapist and a thief surely a ticket to being strung up by the guard
>She continues and lowers your overall pants, revealing your sizable bulge
>Tugging at the elastic, she reveals your manhood
>Before you could protest, she instinctively straddles you, her soft crotch resting on it
>Shamefully you could feel mixed in with the ice in your gut, a familiar heat was building in your crotch from the filly's efforts.
>She starts to clumsily rock her body back and forth, the dainty neitherlips brushing against your shaft
>Soon enough, your member is erect
>You grip the sides of the bunk to stabilize yourself, the joints already creaking from the rocking motion
>Her hair has started coming lose, hanging loosely over her shoulders
>She bites her lip, and grinds further, this foreign sensation far superior for her than she could imagine and do with her hoof alone
>You could feel a moistness spread, her crotch soaking yours as the driblets of your pre mixed with her marejuice
>She slid forward and backward, her lips barely covering your member, but just barely enough that you could hint at her muscles contracting around it
>Soon your cock was slick, your balls moistened by the squelching of her marehood sliding up and down your shaft
>"Mmmmmm that's it... I bet you could only dream of finding a mare that's this good."
>There was a wavering tone in her voice, her inexperience regardless making her gasp in between the sentences
>The sensation for yourself soon proved too much, the mixture of it all sending you over the edge
>You gritted your teeth, as your member throbbed, painting your jacket and her fur in white strands
>Looking down, her lip curled in disgust
>"What in Celestia's name is that gunk? Eww..."
>She rapidly got up and sat back on the bunk
>"This is unacceptable, that's not suppose to happen. Come now, clean this up..."
>With a groan you got up and tried to reach for an old hand towel beside the bed.
>"Ugh no! I said clean me, not make me filthy."
>A mischievous smirked crossed her lips
>"Your mouth. If it's worth kissing, it's got to do the cleaning."
"But..-"
>"Nah ah ah... Now get to it servant."
>Uttering another defeated sigh, you bow your head between her spread legs, and run your tongue across her soft belly
>Scooping up as much of the creaminess as you could, you could taste the salty sweetness collect in your mouth
>"Swallow it!"
>With eyes clenched, you gulp what you could down, the sickly aftertaste still remaining
>With a gleeful giggle she got up and fetched her saddlebag from the foot of the bed
>You wipe your lips with your sleeve and glare at her as she made her way to the door with a spring in her step
>"That will do... for now. Perhaps if you get good next time you might convince me to forget about it. Heh, unlikely..."
>Opening the door, she turned back with a final victorious grin
>"See you around... servant."
>The door then slammed shut, her laughter to be heard still ringing in your ears
>You proceed to rest your face in your palms, the guilt lingering still
>Glancing over to the locker, you see that one small photo still taped to the door
>It's gloss worn, the corner's dog ears
>Your very special some-pony, now forever to be kept in the dark of what you have become
 
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