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“Well don't you look extra grouchy today,” greeted Silver outside the gate of her best friend's house. “Getting that signature must not have gone very well.”

Diamond stormed past her, marching down the sidewalk toward school. “My fucking mom,” she growled, shooting a glare back at the mansion almost expecting to see Spoiled smirking down at her from the second story window. “Not only am I grounded but I can't even go to the concert now!”

“Are you kidding?” gasped Silver in dismay.

“No I'm not and you had better not even think about going without me,” Diamond threatened menacingly.

Silver Spoon hung her head in despair. “Ugh… shit… this is the worst thing that's ever happened to me.”

“Well at least you're not grounded on top of it.”

Diamond brooded in her desk for the first two periods of school. The so-called consequences for her actions were unfair and she craved retribution, but how would she get it? Historically she'd enacted a policy of guerrilla warfare and striking from the shadows against her mother, opting to take actions that would look like bad luck and not calculated reprisals that would just escalate their disagreement.

She might be able to flout her grounding and escape for the night to go to the concert but the chances of her doing it without being discovered were slim. She'd have to leave home before dark. They'd know she was gone and then she'd be in deep shit. Would it be worth it?

Her brain was fully occupied with these questions out the door and all the way down the street to the enormous oak tree library which was also inexplicably the home of Twilight Sparkle. Unlike revenge, Diamond hadn't given the field trip any thought at all. What was she supposed to do at a stupid library anyway?

“He looks so bored with her babbling continuously in his ear,” muttered Silver as she watched Sweetie and Rumble enter the library in front of them.

Every student was allowed to check out three books and then return them to Cheerilee when they were done with them. For most of them this was at least mildly exciting because the Golden Oak Library had a much bigger collection than that of the school. The foals broke up into their default friend groups to meander around the stacks of books. Diamond yawned as she lazily tailed Silver Spoon who was eagerly searching, for what she didn't know.

“You should pick out some books even if you're not going to read them,” suggested Silver. “That way you can at least give off the appearance that you want to learn and maybe ingratiate yourself with the teacher who holds the keys to your grades.”

“That's actually a smart idea," agreed Diamond.

Silver looked back at her with put-on braggadocio. “Of course it is. You didn't think my glasses were just for show all this time did you?”

Silver took them down the romance aisle and began to peruse there. As she pulled one title off of the shelf she became aware of movement beyond it. Her eyes flicked up to look through the gap just over the tops of the books into the next aisle where Scootaloo and Button Mash were locking lips passionately to the tune of muffled sighs. Unlike Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo looked like she was probably up for anything if the opportunity arose.

“Pervert,” whispered Diamond in her ear before turning to watch too. How far would the two of them be going in an open library on a school field trip, the both of them wondered. Their question was soon answered as they broke away from one another, panting and flush-faced, before exiting the aisle.

Silver braced her hooves on the wall of housewife smut before her. “I am wasting my teen years,” she muttered. “I'm prettier than Scootaloo and don't have chastity hangups like Sweetie Belle and I'm richer than both of them put together… at least my parents are. I should have a coltfriend.”

“I think Snips and Snail are single and looking,” Diamond suggested sarcastically.

“I have standards,” grumbled Silver indignantly.

“Picky picky.”

Silver was unable to resist grabbing a country girl in the big city romance before they left the section and moved on.

“Cheerilee will be really impressed if I check this out,” quipped Diamond, holding up a book on quantum mechanics.

Silver scoffed and looked past her to the wall at the end of the aisle. She pointed over her friend's shoulder. “Hey, look.”

Diamond turned around to see a door with a placard that read Restricted: No Admittance.

That was interesting. The word restricted was particularly provocative, more so than just saying Staff Only. A room that said Staff Only surely contained office supplies and cardboard boxes of holiday decorations but one that said Restricted made one ask a question.

“What do you think is in there?” whispered Silver.

“Maybe that's where Twilight keeps her porn stash,” suggested Diamond dryly.

“It's probably dangerous stuff like spells and potions. Forbidden knowledge.”

Diamond shrugged. “There's only one way to find out. She looked both ways at the opening of the aisle to make sure no one was coming and then approached the door. The handle turned easily when she put a hoof on it and the door clicked open.

The two exchanged surprised glances.

“Ooh,” cooed Silver in excitement.

“How good can it be if it's unlocked?” asked Diamond.

“Maybe she just forgot,” answered Silver hopefully.

“Come on.”

The two hurried inside and shut the door behind them, immediately snuffing out all light in the room.

“Can't see at all,” whispered Silver.

Diamond fumbled around, stroking the wall next to the door and flipped what felt like a light switch. The room illuminated weakly in the light of a single naked bulb hanging by a cord from the ceiling. She grumbled disappointedly as she surveyed the musty old monochrome collection of books packed together on a few freestanding shelves. It looked like a special library within the bigger library but not one that was particularly interesting.

“Looks boring,” she yawned. “Unless you're Scootaloo and Button Mash.”

“You haven't even looked at anything yet," argued Silver pouncing on the stacks. There's a reason all this stuff is off limits.

Diamond sighed and wandered over near her friend. “Yeah, it's probably all just out of circulation trash marked to be burned. She ran her hoof across a row of spines as she absorbed the titles. Abyssal Magic. Sacred Flame Tribulation. The Wallflower Diaries.

“I knew it,” groaned Diamond. "It's just junk.”

“Oh really?” scoffed Silver.

Diamond turned around to see her waggling her eyebrows and holding up a book called ‘How to Commit the Perfect Murder.’ “What about this?”

“Wow…” Diamond put a hoof to her chin. “Huh…” she thought.

Silver frowned back at her. “I just thought the title was cool; I wasn't suggesting anything. I don't want to go to the concert that badly.” She shoved the book back in the stack and continued looking. “Oh, there's a book of necromantic practices.”

“What the hell is that?”

“Like bringing ponies back from the dead.”

“Oh, necromancy? That can't be real.”

“I mean, I'm holding it in my hooves. It's real to someone at least. They put it in an off limits closet. It's unicorn magic based of course so it wouldn't make much sense to us.”

Diamond came across a crude, unlabeled spine that just called out to her. She yanked it out and was surprised to find it floppy. It wasn't really a book but a ream of papers bound together with metal fasteners and marked classified. The cover page read Project Mockingbird.

“What the,” she muttered to herself, her interest mildly piqued.

She brought it over to a nearby cluttered table to set it down. Then she began to flip through a series of typed documents, images of brain scans and dossiers on convicted criminals.

“What is that?” asked Silver Spoon peeking over her shoulder.

“I don't know but it looks crazy.” Diamond kept turning the pages through a collection of lab reports.

Silver stopped her by planting a hoof on a photo of what looked like a skin rash and then read part of the account aloud.

“Subject followed full battery of orders including inflicting first degree burns on his left foreleg. Subject did not appear to sense pain during the test until brought out of the receptive state.”

She allowed Diamond to advance to the next page and continued reading. “Subject fully rejected both survival instincts and deeply held values including safety of loved ones in order to carry out given commands.”

Diamond scratched her head. “This is reports from the government using prisoners as guinea pigs for…”

Suddenly Silver slapped the book shut to look at the cover, the name, the date, the royal insignia. “Woah, you know what this is?” she gasped.

“Proof that Celestia is more fucked up than I am?”

“Debatable. No, it's some kind of old cold war era secret mind control experiment probably for like… making hypno assassins or something.”

“No way. How does it work?”

“I don't know. Magic or drugs. It's probably in there somewhere. I wonder how this got here.”

Diamond opened the book again and kept flipping arbitrarily through the pages until something literally jumped out at her. It skittered out of the fold, a tiny paper envelope that had been tucked away loosely in the pages almost like a lost bookmark. It looked like a seed packet. On it was written in permanent marker ‘Blue Wraith.’

“Blue Wraith?”

“You think this is the mind control drug?” asked Diamond, undoing the little brad on the envelope.

“Don't touch it,” warned Silver abruptly. “Let's get out of here.”

Diamond sighed and scooted the envelope back into the crease of the book before closing it. She conceded that perhaps now was not the time but she absolutely needed to know more about whatever this was.

“I think I've found the book I want to check out.” laughed Diamond, tucking the documents into her foreleg.

“I don't think they're going to let you check that out,” said Silver warily.

“Clearly it was a figure of speech, Silver,” she scoffed, making for the door.

“With you I never really know.”

It took a little bit of distraction and sneaking but Diamond was able to smuggle the classified documents into her saddlebag by the door before everyone made their selections and it was time to go.

Back at school she fantasized about what secrets might be inside that book all the way up until the final bell. What if it contained a solution for exacting revenge on her mother? She'd never been so motivated to read anything in her life. She could hardly keep from pulling it out before she was back home alone in her room with the door closed.

Sitting at her vanity Diamond pored over pages of morbid imagery coupled with detached and cynical accounts of more than a few disturbing tests.

One told of a prisoner who collapsed with severe dehydration after being programmed not to drink and obeyed even though he was presented with unlimited and easily accessible water. Another did not sleep for three days and stood the whole while. The substance's ability to override a pony's basic hardwired instincts seemed almost borderline superpower in nature.

Diamond grimaced in disgust when she finally got to the answer she'd been searching for. Blue Wraith wasn't a drug, it was a genetically modified brain parasite. The envelope contained a sample of dehydrated worm eggs that could stay alive for decades in near stasis. They activated in liquid and were to be ingested by the intended host that way.

She read the next passage of the official document aloud. “After exposure to Blue Wraith the parasites can propagate within the host's brain rendering them completely receptive to commands indefinitely.” Her eyebrows went up with intrigue. “Wow… maybe science and history are actually interesting.”

“Subject was assigned the activation phrase ‘tumbleweed soup,’” she muttered, after flipping back into the live testing accounts.

Every test subject got a different ‘activation phrase’ as it was called. A subconsciously programmed phrase that would put a host pony in the receptive stage or bring them back out again. The phrase was always something weird that would likely never be said in a natural conversation.

Diamond picked up the little envelope and gave it a shake in her hooves. She could hear the little eggs rattling around inside. Dozens of specks a size between a grain of sand and the head of a pin.

Could such a thing really work, she wondered. More importantly, was there any risk in failure? Not really, she decided. After reaching a critical mass of knowledge over the parasite, what it did, and how to use it to enslave a host's mind, she began formulating a plan to use it on her mom immediately. Spoiled was always drinking something. Getting her to ingest Blue Wraith would be easy. Just don't get caught tampering with her drink. The hardest part would probably be imprinting on the parasite. It had to be done while she was asleep and between thirty minutes and twelve hours of ingestion. If she couldn't catch her in an afternoon nap she'd have to do it tonight when she was asleep in bed next to her dad and that would be a lot more troublesome.

With the packet concealed in a regular school book that was tucked in her foreleg she went downstairs to scout out what her mother was doing. She found her in the living room watching her stories on the TV. This was her second favorite place and time to sleep other than her room at bedtime so the outlook for the plan was auspicious so far. However there was no wine in her hooves or the table next to her which was definitely odd. She never watched without a drink unless… Diamond turned around and scampered to the kitchen we're Cufflink was just setting a clean, empty glass on the tile counter. He spun around and marched to the wine pantry. A burst of adrenaline shot through her. This was her shot; she needed to be fast.

Diamond set her book quietly on the counter and split it open to reveal the packet of Blue Wraith. She bent The brad prongs closed with the tip of her hoof while Cufflink hummed out of sight in the pantry as he searched for the correct label. She shot a glance in his direction to make sure he wasn't returning and then inverted the envelope between her hooves over the wine glass. A bit of tan colored particulate, not unlike sand, fell silently into the vessel, collecting in the dimple at the bottom. She crinkled the envelope once just to make sure it was empty and then scurried away to her book. She tossed the envelope inside, closed it and gathered it up just as Cufflink emerged from the pantry with an unopened wine bottle cradled in one hoof.

Diamond walked casually out the door but lingered on the other side just long enough to witness him uncork the bottle and pour a bit into the glass. The filly turned away and pumped her hoof in triumph. She’d cleared the first hurdle. She loitered around in the entryway until she saw Cufflink come out with a platter en route to her mother. He came back shortly empty-hooved and only then did she venture to the living room to investigate. He’d left both the glass and the bottle and Spoiled was already drinking. Now she just needed to wait and see if she fell asleep at some point in the near future.

Over the next twenty-five minutes Diamond continued to peak around the corner to check on her and as a result effectively watched her mom's entire shitty soap opera. "Useless," she scoffed in annoyance.

Finally the program ended and the TV clicked off but her mother didn't move from her spot. Her head slumped down disappearing from over the back of the couch. This was it, she was going to take a nap.

Diamond checked the grandfather clock in the hall planning to wait for ten minutes but could only manage to wait seven before entering the room. She was within the activation window but was her mother asleep yet?

The filly wandered quietly around to the other side of the sofa and up to her mother's motionless form. If she made the wrong call here the moment would be more than a little awkward.

“Mom, are you awake?” Diamond whispered. She paused but her mother offered no response. “I accidentally knocked your favorite painting off the wall and it broke,” she added. Spoiled continued to do nothing but breathe softly, her lips parted slightly as they puffed red wine fumes into the air. Yep, she was definitely asleep.

Diamond cleared her throat to recite the root programming command verbatim. “Spoiled Rich, when you hear me say the words tumbleweed soup you will become fully compliant and obey orders only from me.” According to the reports she was essentially making a bond with the parasites through the bioelectric impulses of her mother's brain as it processed the root command.

That was it. If it was going to work it was already successful. It felt like there should be more to it though but she guessed a lot of the work was already done by the engineering of the parasite itself. The only thing left to do now was test it out. Diamond took a deep breath and then jostled her mom with one hoof to rouse her back into consciousness. She groaned in aggravation and her eyes cracked open.

“Mother, wake up; it's time for tumbleweed soup.”

Diamond swallowed as she waited for an inordinate amount of time while her mom just laid there silently staring at the ceiling like she'd just gotten stuck. Something was very strange about this… Did it work?

“Stand up,” breathed Diamond.

Without protest or question, Spoiled got to her hooves and stood up on the springy couch, something that was conspicuously out of character for her to do.

Diamond's eyes bulged. “Stand on the floor,” she said pointing down.

Her mother stepped onto the floor and stood before her. Diamond leaned in close to look her in the eye. Her pupils appeared dilated and unfocused with a vacant expression almost like she was sleeping with her eyes open.

“Spin in a circle,” she ordered.

Her mother walked in a tight circle and then another and then another and then another like a dog chasing its tail.

Diamond's mouth dropped open in disbelief. “Stop and face me,” she commanded.

Spoiled did as she was told and stood there appearing to wait for further instructions.

Diamond looked around, wary that someone might be watching what they were doing. “Follow me to my room," she ordered. Then she turned away heading for the stairs. The filly cast a glance behind as she started her ascent and saw that her mother was right in her hoof steps. She followed her onto The landing, down the hall and into her daughter's bedroom.

“Shut the door,” commanded Diamond.

Spoiled shut the door behind her and then waited there as if she didn't have a thought in her head unless someone put it there.

“Tumbleweed soup,” said Diamond. She watched as the presence returned to her mother's eyes and she adopted a confused expression as she looked around the room.

“How did I get here?" she asked.

“What do you mean? You walked,” answered Diamond disingenuously.

“I mean, I don't remember…” her words trailed off

She really didn't remember anything that had transpired while in the receptive state, just like the notes said. From her perspective it was as if she had teleported straight from laying on the couch in the living room to standing in her daughter's bedroom.

“Tumbleweed soup,” said Diamond.

Spoiled’s eyes became glassy again as her consciousness took a nap. This was big. If her mother had no memory of the things she was doing, Diamond had no consequences for any of it.

Diamond pointed at the nearest bedroom window. “Gallop away and jump through my window.”

Immediately Spoiled broke into a full speed gallop toward the pane of glass.

“Stop,” shouted Diamond before she could reach the glass. Her mother skidded to a halt and stood idle once more. She really would do anything she was told. “Lick the bedpost,” she asked casually.

Her mother approached the closest wooden bedpost at the foot of her bed and without hesitation extended her tongue and began to lap at it in an upward stroke.

Watching her mom's tongue gave Diamond a sudden epiphany. She knew exactly what she could be good for. The excited filly jumped up onto her bed and flopped on her back, hind legs spread wide. “Lick my pussy,” she demanded.

Spoiled stopped tending to the post and turned her vacant gaze to her daughter who waited on the bed. She stepped up calmly onto the bed maneuvered between her splayed legs and knelt down to lay on the mattress. Then she bowed her head, stuck out her tongue and dragged it through her daughter's already wet slit from bottom to top.

Diamond gasped at the sensation, her lower back jerking in response. Spoiled got down to business immediately like a grooming cat. Her tongue ran across her opening without reservation, sending pulses of pleasure through her loins that were enjoyable but also teasing.

“Lick a little higher,” groaned Diamond.

Her mother did as commanded and focused in on her daughter's throbbing clit. Diamond threw her head back and cried out as euphoria surged through her. “Ugh, right there,” she panted. “Keep doing that!”

Did this feel incredible because oral just felt incredible, because of the control she had or because it was her mom doing it? She decided it was both of the former two. She certainly felt her body's natural response to her new empowerment before even getting to this point.

The tip of her mom's tongue stroked her nub with perfect robotic timing and unwavering stamina like a sex toy. With eyes clenched shut, Diamond absently braced a hoof on her mother's head as the unrelenting assault hit the target again and again, her pleasure quickly overwhelmed her. Her hips bucked as the greatest orgasm she'd ever fostered rolled over her like a breaking tsunami.

Diamond whimpered as her body seized out of her control and Spoiled just continued licking away like she'd go on forever.

“Okay, okay, stop,” gasped Diamond. “I'm done," She squeezed her thighs together to force her mom out. The filly took a moment to gather herself while her mom just laid on the bed like a lump, her muzzle damp with Diamond’s juices.

That was pretty gratifying she decided easily. Just as good as it looked in the magazine. It might be difficult to not make a habit of this.

“Looks like you might have a use after all,” she finally sighed.

Somewhere underneath the deluge of possible self-satisfying fantasies flashing through her brain she remembered something.

The concert she needed to get ungrounded so that she could go. Diamond rolled off of the bed to stand on the floor. “Can you speak?” she asked her mother.

“Yes," she responded.

Hearing her respond to her question was a bit unsettling but it was also what she wanted to hear. “Okay, bitch, listen. I want you to go with me to your husband and tell him that we had a conversation and you decided to take me off of restriction and allow me to go to the concert as long as I keep working to bring my grades up. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she replied once more without making eye contact.

“Okay then repeat to me exactly what you're going to say to him.”

“We had a conversation and you decided to take me off of restri-”

“No. No. No. Stop,” interrupted Diamond. “Okay, new plan. I'm going to take you to your husband and when we get there you are going to tell him that I spoke with Diamond and I decided we can unground her today and let her go to the concert this weekend as long as she makes a genuine effort to improve her grades.” Diamond gave a lengthy pause before continuing. “Can you repeat that for me right now?”

“I spoke with Diamond and I decided we can unground her today and let her go to the concert this weekend as long as she makes a genuine effort to improve her grades.”

Her voice was not robotic or monotone but simply a little listless. She no longer had a terse edge to her.

Diamond rubbed her hooves together. “Perfect. Say exactly that to him and don't forget to make eye contact with him while you're doing it and then afterwards follow me out of the room when I leave the room. Let's go.”

Diamond led her dazed mother back downstairs. They wandered around for a while, the filly poking her head in and out of rooms before finding her father seated at the bar with a drink and an open newspaper. She walked her mother over to her distracted dad and watched her mother with breathless anticipation.

Spoiled reared up on the opposite side of the bar and tilted her head to look him invasively in the eye before launching straight into her lines without introduction. Diamond facehooved. In her attempt to make her act normal during the conversation she'd made her act weird.

“I spoke with Diamond and I decided we can unground her today and let her go to the concert this weekend as long as she makes a genuine effort to improve her grades.”

“Oh, okay,” nodded Filthy. “Nice to have a rare moment of diplomacy. Well, what are we thinking for a target grade?”

Spoiled produced an awkward silence as she had reached the end of her programmed spiel and she couldn't add lib, at least not unless she was ordered to perhaps.

“She said all Bs would be a good target," offered Diamond.

“Sounds fully attainable,” he smiled. Then he looked curiously back at his wife who was still standing there like a soldier at attention.

“Great,” blurted Diamond, desperate to bring the exchange to an end and make her escape. She turned and walked briskly for the door. She looked behind and breathed the sigh of relief when she saw her mother close behind.

“Enjoy the concert then,” added Filthy before taking a swig of whiskey.

It really worked. She wasn't grounded anymore and she was going to the concert and she could do so much more than that that it boggled her mind to think about. She led her mom back to the living room, giddiness bubbling inside her.

“Lay down on the couch and pretend to be sleeping.”

Spoiled got on the couch and assumed the position she had been in before being awakened by her daughter. Then she shut her eyes and waited. With any luck she'd open her eyes after this thinking she was awakening from a nap which would explain the missing tract of time. Also, anything weird that she saw, such as a blink of being in her daughter's room and having a short conversation, could be explained away as a dream. Miss Cheerilee was right, she thought. I am smart. I should have been on the Project Mockingbird team.

“Tumbleweed soup.” she called over the back of the couch before ducking down and creeping silently out of the room.