Anon X diamond Tiara 2/3

 >After a couple of minutes searching the mansion, you find the outline of a little filly hiding under a blanket on a bed in one of the guest rooms. You can clearly hear her cry into a pillow.

>You take a seat on the bed besides her.

>Why do things have to come to this? She’s just the same as everyone else; she just wants to be accepted.

Diamond Tiara completely ignoring your presence, but that’s not going to stop you from trying to make things right.

“Hey.” You say trying to break the awkward tension.

>“Leave me alone. I’m not going to boss you around anymore; you can do whatever you want from now on. I just want to be alone.”

“I’m sorry about what I said.”

“You’re right Anon, I’m a bitch!” She starts sobbing into the pillow again. “I’m mean, and selfish, and I like to hurt other ponies, but they hurt me!”

“Get out of that blanked.”

>She doesn’t reply.

“I’ll leave you alone if you get out of it.”

>She gets up and pulls the blanket off and before she can do anything you throw your arms around her and pull her into your chest. She hugs your waist tightly and digs her face deeper into your chest and starts to cry.

>“All the fillies say stuff about me when I’m not looking and all the foals like me for my looks. Silver Spoon’s my only friend, and that’s because I buy her things!

“You’re not alo-”

>She looks up at you with a tear in her eye, “We're so alike. You know what it feels like to be treated like a monster but you’re not. We’re both... lonely.

>Her words hit you pretty hard. Diamond Tiara is right, most of the ponies try to keep their distance from you; some don’t even make eye contact.  In the back of your head, no matter what you do, no matter how much you’ve helped, you know that they’ll never fully accept you.

“You’re right. I’m the only one of my kind here, and I’ve been alone for a long time.”

>You wipe the tears from her eyes and give her a warm smile.

“I’d be lying if I said I never thought of being with a pony, but I never knew how to talk to one. You don’t know how happy you make me feel, knowing that a pony likes me!”

>She sniffles and starts to smile.

“You maybe mean, and a jerk, and like to boss me around, but I know there’s a sweet heart in there.

>You poke her chest, and she starts to blush.

>She quickly looks away while crossing her forehooves.

 >"You're welcome," she replies in a harsh tone.

“Diamond Tiara, I like you, I really do, and hell, I’d date you,” as soon as you lift her spirit up and make her the happiest filly in the world; you have to continue your sentence. “But….”

>Her smile quickly fades away and she looks at you with pleading eyes.

 “You’re too young”

>“I’m more of a pony then any of the other fillies!”

“That’s not the point; I’m just scared of what could happen. I don’t want to hurt you.

>“That doesn’t matter; I don’t care if I’m a filly, if you love someone, wouldn’t you do anything to be with them?”

>Wow. It’s like she’s a reverse pedo, is there a word for that?

“But-”

“No buts, Anon. I’m going to make you see that we can be together.”

>After she says that, her eyes brighten with an idea. This is probably going to end bad.

>She jumps down from the bed and hurries to her room. “Come on Anon!”

“But-”

>“No buts.” She yells from down the hall. “Don’t make me comeback there and get you!”

>You catch up to her in her room, and as soon as you walk in, she jumps out with the diary in her mouth.

>“Come on.” Her speech is slurred.

“What are you doing?”

>She doesn’t reply, instead she just trots down the stairs as you follow.

>You just want to tell her that you can wait for her. It doesn’t look like any pony is interested anyways

>She enters the kitchen, and you follow closely behind.

 

>Diamond Tiara lights the stove and before you can do anything, she throws the diary onto the open flame.

“What are you doing!!”

>You franticly look for a fire extinguisher. Do ponies even have that!

>Fuck it!

>You grab a Gallon of milk from the fridge before pouring its contents over the flaming diary.

>“Oh dear, Anon. Look at the mess you made.” She reply slyly

“This isn’t a joke!” You look at what’s left of the diary. “What were you thinking, you could have hurt yourself!”

>“With that diary gone, there’s no proof that I like you.”

“And?” You say hesitantly. You don’t even want to know where this is heading.

>You catch a blush form on her face. “You’re going to do whatever I say, or I’ll have you fired.”

>Again with that?

“Listen, if you’re thinking about doing sexual things with me; as fun as that sounds; I’d rather quit.

“If you quit, I’ll just have to tell the judge where you touched me.” She smirks with red cheeks.

>Is she trying to be difficult? If she even dares doing that, you’ll just show them….

>Wide eyed, you turn to the soggy wad of papers that was once her diary.

>Oh....You’re good.