Diamond discreetly enjoyed the simple benefits of having an enslaved mother over the next several weeks, having her service her sexually semi-regularly and making the occasional shopping trip for something she couldn't acquire for herself. She had no foreseeable plans to use her for any grandiose gestures of hedonism. Silver and Rumble were still happy. The Cutie Mark Crusaders were all still single.

Even though things at school had somewhat leveled off back to the way they were at least It looked like she'd be enjoying this boon indefinitely. That was until one afternoon when she came home from school and heard her father lambasting in the kitchen.

“You violated our prenup, you won't get anything. I want you out of this house by the end of today. Give me an address, I'll ship your things there,” he concluded tersely.

“What's going on?" asked Diamond, making her presence known in the doorway. Her mom and dad appeared to be arguing across the kitchen bar. Typically she'd just ignore such a thing but it sounded serious.

“Do you want to tell her or should I?” Fumed Filthy.

“Can we please-” protested Spoiled before getting cut off by her husband.

“I don't care if everyone else in this house knows it. Your mother just got back from the clinic. It turns out she's pregnant with a foal that isn't mine. Whose it is she refuses to say.”

“I'm not refusing to say corrected Spoiled indignantly. I don't know.”

“That isn't exactly helping your case,” he snapped.

“What I mean is I have no idea how this happened,” she cried. “I've been having problems where I black out for significant periods of time and I don't know what happens and then I just appear somewhere else.”

“Since when?” he scoffed. “This is the first I've heard of it. Sounds like a convenient excuse.”

His wife could do nothing but jaw back at him importantly.

“Dad, how do you know it isn't yours?” posed Diamond curiously.

“Vasectomy and the timing.”

He was being quite blunt today about things he basically never spoke of. It was obvious that he was livid on another level. Diamond shrugged helplessly and then began to wonder which colt might have sired her would be half sibling. There was absolutely no way of knowing going by sexual encounters. At the time of conception her womb was like a bingo ball cage of cum. Now that she thought about it Rumble was the only one who had a shot at her mom in a clear and isolated time frame so if they did the math they could potentially either exclude or confirm him as the father but it really didn't matter to her that much. If she had to bet Spoiled wouldn't be keeping the mystery foal anyway.

“You're being so unreasonable. Can't we just talk about this?” she pleaded.

“What is there to talk about? I told you when we got married that I despise disloyalty more than anything. I gave you everything. I can't even look at you right now. Goodbye, Spoiled.” He turned away.”

For all her extensive plotting Diamond never really ran this possible scenario through in her head. She was about to lose her mind slave and it was completely her fault. Not only that but her parents had to reap the tumult of her carelessness.

She wanted to do something to stop it but She was flummoxed to come up with a sustainable solution where she didn't get in trouble and lose her mind slave anyway.

Defeated, confused and mortified, Spoiled went back to their bedroom and got a few things together in her saddlebags. Only things that she could carry by herself: money, jewelry, little mementos. Should she really commit to going all the way back to her parents’ today or should she get a hotel and come back and try to reason with Filthy tomorrow when he was perhaps more level-headed?

Her mind fumbled as she tried to put the pieces together. Something strange had happened to her and it wasn't her fault. Did someone else do this to her? Who and how?

Diamond followed her father to his office which was where he always went to brood.

“Daddy, does she really have to leave?” she pouted.

“Diamond, I know she's your mother but I've known her for longer than you and I'm feeling very disgusted and betrayed right now and I can't stand to be under the same roof as her. She won’t even admit it. This is how a separation works. I’m not saying that you can’t see her or even that she can never come over here again but she can’t live here.”

He was clearly so entrenched in his grievances that Diamond didn’t even bother conjuring the fake tears. An hour later Spoiled was making her final preparations to leave. She passed by the living room with her pack on and locked eyes with her daughter who was sitting in a chair as if loitering around specifically to see this. The two of them shared an awkward silence.

“Well… goodbye,” her mother blurted with a huff before continuing through the entryway and out the door, assisted by Cufflink.

Diamond waited to hear the click of the door latch and Cufflink’s departing hoofsteps before leaving her chair. She hurried into the hall and galloped out the door to catch up with her mother who was trotting somberly down the path to the gate. “Mom, wait,” she called desperately. “I have to tell you something.”

Spoiled turned around to face her.

“Tumbleweed soup.”

Her mother's eyes went blank as she became completely subservient once again.

“Don't forget to offer to suck off every stallion you meet on the train ride to grandma and grandpa's house,” she ordered casually. “You can go now.” she waved her hoof, officially dismissing her.

Spoiled turned around, walked down the rest of the walkway and disappeared out the gate. - - -

“I know things must be hard at home right now,” sighed Cheerilee but despite all that you've shown some amazing progress in your grades. I’m so impressed. I don't know what you did to turn things around but it's certainly working. Keep up the good work, Diamond.”

“Thank you, Miss Cheerilee,” said Diamond graciously.

“You know that every path is open to you,” continued her teacher. “Have you thought about going into a career in science now that you're not so adverse to the subject?”

The filly grinned. “Actually I think I want to switch from business to a psychology major now.”

Rumble and Silver were already gone and out of sight by the time Diamond exited the classroom. It had been almost a week since she had seen or talked to her mom. Initially she had missed all of the exploitative uses her mother had come to fill but just having her not in her life anymore and the peace of mind it gave her was starting to feel like the better of the two options. Maybe Spoiled wasn't just an innocuous nuisance. Maybe her mother was holding her back this whole time.

As she came to the edge of town she saw a familiar, dorky looking filly sitting alone on a bench along the walk. She was reading a book and looked to be off in her own head. Diamond side-eyed Twist as she walked by casually but then stopped and turned around to face her inquisitively.

“Hey, Twist, you've never been over to my house, have you?”

Twist winced, caught off guard by the sudden question from out of nowhere. She looked up at her. “Um. Once,” she shrugged meekly. “A long time ago for your cute-ceñera.”

Diamond rubbed her chin with one hoof. “Oh yeah, that was a long time ago. We remodeled the living room and kitchen and got a hot tub. Want to come see?”

The bespectacled filly blinked back at her curiously as she lowered her book.

Twist’s curly mane creeped around the sides of her face as she involuntarily pushed the back of her head deeper into Diamond's pillow. Her quivering lips offered shrill squeaks to the ceiling above as she lost control and presence of mind. Her vocalizations were getting louder and more copious.

Diamond looked up from her wet mound to shoot her a disgruntled look. “You need to be more quiet,” she hissed.

“S-sorry,” she whimpered. “Please keep going.”

Diamond buried her muzzle back in Twist's fillyhood, lashing her tongue across her nub once more. She tightened her grip around her squirming thighs to keep from getting crushed between them.

Twist jammed the wedge of her hoof between her own teeth and bit into it as her body plunged back into blissful delirium.

Author's Note

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