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Spoiled woke up the next morning alone in her spacious bed with a sore throat and a bad aftertaste in her mouth. She didn't remember going to bed last night. She remembered relaxing in the living room some time in the late afternoon the previous day and then blinked, appearing laying beneath the covers of her bed in the dark at night hours later, apparently having intended to go to sleep but how she got there was completely missing from her mind. At first she thought she was imagining it but the phenomenon of missing time was becoming more common and impossible to ignore. This was the most jarring episode yet. Was she going crazy? Was she experiencing the onset of some sort of neurological condition? It was becoming terrifying but she wasn't sure if she could tell anyone, at least not her family. Maybe she should see a doctor in secret.

As she rolled out to stand on the floor she was met with a soreness in her hindles, her neck and, most curiously, her loins. She tried to stretch it out but it only made things ache worse.

“Ugh, I must have slept wrong.” She growled as she staggered to the bathroom for pain meds.

“We both came twice so it makes up for us not using the room the first time,” boasted Silver with a giggle.

Diamond sat down on the edge of the downtown fountain. “Just don't expect me to be able to get you a hotel room every time you want to rut,” she cautioned.

“I know.”

“Maybe you can use that wine cellar for other things too,” she suggested. “Cold as it is.”

“Already crossed my mind,” she nodded, sitting down next to her. “So how did the party go? I heard it was… memorable.”

Diamond's lips curled in delight as she recalled the events of the previous night. “Oh, it was. No other high school student will ever be able to pull off a party like I did.”

“You mean like Shooting Star did?” corrected Silver with a knowing smirk.

“So you heard some things,” laughed Diamond. “She gets all the credit and I'm fine with that because she also gets all the blame for anything bad that happened while I got to pull the strings from the shadows like I love doing.”

“What did you do to Scootaloo?" asked Silver, her eyes growing huge with anticipation.

“I got her coltfriend to rut my mom and I video taped it.”

“You’re unbelievable,” she gasped. “What are you going to do with it?”

“Well I already did the big thing unless you're asking about what I do with it behind closed doors because I use it for that too and it works great. You can come over and watch it. It features twenty foals, that's like one every four minutes for the amount of time she was there. Pretty impressive. Some of them were two at a time though and a couple of them did come back for seconds.”

Silver screwed up her face as if considering it just out of morbid curiosity.

Diamond waggled her eyebrows. “It's got Snips and Snails on it.”

“Hard pass. What did you do with it though?”

Diamond crossed her forelegs. “I played the part with Button on a projector for everyone at the party to see.”

Silver's mouth dropped open.

“But also Scootaloo and Button had a front row seat to it.”

Silver shook her head in disbelief. “I wish I could have seen that.”

“Yeah, it would have been cool to film the reaction too but I only had one camera and if I pointed another one at Scootaloo she'd know for sure it was me that orchestrated the whole thing instead of just being an opportunistic heckler. She shoved him away and left the party looking like she was about to cry. She probably did all the way home.”

“That's surprising,” pondered Silver. “She always acts so tough. I've never seen her cry.”

“It's the challenge that makes it extra satisfying. Everyone has a breaking point.”

“Even you?”

“Everyone,” she reiterated darkly.

Filthy returned from the city late Sunday to a composed household after his daughter ran wild with his wife and housing development. It all seemed like a crazy dream now even though she had video evidence and had yet to see the full fallout of her actions.

“Unbelievable,” grumbled Filthy as he sat down at The breakfast table with the Monday morning paper.

“Those houses wouldn't be getting trashed if it weren't for the damn city council.”

“What happened now?” asked Spoiled.

“Some low life kids broke into one of the new homes, had a big party and wrecked the place.”

His wife shrugged apathetically. “It won't cost us anything at least.”

“It's embarrassing.” He flipped open the paper. “It was a bunch of high school kids. Probably classmates. You know anything about it, Diamond?” he asked without looking up.

Diamond looked up from her oatmeal. “Me?” she blinked indignantly. “No. Definitely not. I don't hang around those kinds of losers. They certainly don't invite me to their parties because they know I'd never lower myself to going to some trashy house party.”

“That's what I thought. You know far better than to waste time with such things.”

The filly scraped her bowl clean with a dainty sort of arrogance.

In a strange development, both Silver and Rumble were at Diamond’s gate when she came out of her house.

“I guess I'm officially the third wheel now,” she sighed as they started down the sidewalk.

Despite all the built up anticipation from the bombastic Friday night Scootaloo wasn't even at school that day. It was a little disappointing but also kind of thrilling. She didn't know why the pagasus was absent but she liked to think that she was too emotionally devastated from what happened at the party to show her face at school yet. Button Mash was there however which was even more of a surprise. He'd taken the brunt of the stunt having his mortifying transgression exposed to half the school. He was more quiet and listless than his usual self today as if trying to blend in with his desk. His destruction, while entertaining, was of little consequence to her. He was just a tool to get to Scootaloo really.

All and all recent events had sapped the other two Cutie Mark Crusaders of their usual vigor and tenacity. Even Applebloom, who survived unscathed, was laying lower than she usually did.

At lunchtime Rumble unabashedly sat with Silver and Diamond as the dynamic of all three of their relationships had officially changed. A still wounded Sweetie Belle was aghast at the smiles of the couple and their physical closeness as Rumble enjoyed a connection he'd never made with her. Not only that but Sweetie seemed to be all but vanished from his mind even when she couldn't say the same about him. Their mere existence was galling.