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“It worked,” was the first thing that Diamond said to Silver the next morning when she burst out of the gate of her estate.

“What do you mean?” she blinked back at her.

“The mind control thing,” she whispered. “It worked and the concert is back on.”

She wanted to accuse her of kidding but her reaction just seemed too genuine.

“Yes!”

They smacked hooves in celebration.

“What happened? How did it work?” asked Silver as they began to trot down the sidewalk.

“I'll show you exactly how it works after school but the short of it is I can make my mom do whatever I want now. I can flip between normal consciousness and mind control like a light switch and she doesn't remember anything she did during that time.”

“That's amazing.”

“Yeah but what's also amazing is that the book was actually interesting to me on its own even without the added bonus of enslaving my mom. But I now essentially have the powers of an adult with a ton of money combined with the impunity of a minor. I learned that word from the book. Oh and do you know what Blue Wraith actually is?”

“What?”

“It's genetically modified brainworms.”

Silver's lips curled in disgust. “Eew.”

“Yeah, that little packet was full of unactivated parasite eggs that had just been sitting there in that report for like forty years,” she laughed. - - -

“Which one of these do you think matches my eye color best?” asked Sweetie Belle.

She floated a pair of green barrettes up next to her eye and waited for approval. Rumble, who was turned around backward in Scootaloo's desk seat, looked back and forth between the subtly different colors.

“Uh… the little one I think.”

“Yeah, that's what I thought,” agreed Sweetie.

Scootaloo was standing over at Button Mash’s desk while the whole room seemed to converse except for Twist who read quietly and Diamond who just zoned out the window until the teacher finally brought class to session.

For Diamond Miss Cheerilee’s lectures that day were punctuated with ideas for cashing in on her mother's new advantageous condition. At lunch she wanted to talk all about it with Silver but she didn't want to risk being overheard by anyone so she just pestered those around her as she usually did when idle.

“You're still eating that crap? scoffed Diamond from across the table.

“I like it,” shrugged Pip Squeak before taking an unapologetic bite of his horseradish sandwich.

“It stinks.”

“Leave him alone,” growled Scootaloo who turned around specifically to glare at her from the other table.

“Literally no one was talking to you,” snapped Diamond.

“Literally no one is friends with you,” retorted Sweetie Belle.

Their friend group gave a hearty laugh except for Rumble who just sighed and unwrapped a granola bar with his teeth.

Diamond fumed with embarrassment and long-standing contempt for the fillies.

“Literally untrue,” said Silver Spoon nudging her in the side with a dorky overwrought grin.

Hooves thundered across the field as the blue team made another attack on the goal. Diamond and Applebloom blocked Featherweight’s advance. He passed it to Sweetie who feigned a charge before kicking it back out high to Scootaloo who headbutted it at the goal.

Snail, the red goalkeeper, lunged for the save but the ball tipped off of his outstretched hooves and plunged into the net.

“Damn it,” he grumbled as he got back on his hooves.

“Woo!”

Sweetie and Scootaloo smacked hooves.

It was tied at four now. Snail got the ball and kicked it to Hondo who brought it to the center. Rumble waited for the whistle before kicking off to Diamond. She bolted ahead desperate to make a clutch goal before the clock ran out. She dribbled far downfield into blue territory. Suddenly Scootaloo blindsided her. Skidding in, she knocked the ball from her control, her hoof clipping Diamond’s foreleg in the process. Diamond went tumbling forward on her face in the turf while Scootaloo broke away downfield with the ball.

“Are you okay?" asked Twist who lingered behind as a blue center-back.

Diamond staggered to her hooves with a groan. “Ugh, yeah… Where the hell was the whistle?” She shook the pain out of her leg and glared down to the opposite end of the field where the action was. With clenched teeth she broke into a gallop making a beeline for the ball, changing trajectory as it passed around the outskirts of the goal. She entered a slide just as it stopped in front of Scootaloo and the pegasus wound up for a shot. Diamond's forehooves connected with the ball but also Scootaloo's single planted hoof.

Diamond scrambled clumsily out of the tackle to reacquire the ball just as Hondo's whistle sounded.

“That's a yellow card,” warned the gym teacher.

“What?” Diamond protested. “She just did the exact same thing to me!”

Scootaloo picked herself up and brushed herself off before shooting her a snide grin. She went down but not as hard as Diamond had.

Diamond groaned as Hondo set them up for a penalty kick, Scootaloo versus Snail. Scootaloo blasted the ball into the top right corner out of his reach and her team cheered in celebration as they took the lead.

Hondo blew the whistle. “That's it. Good game. Head inside.”

“Fuck,” whispered Diamond as she stripped off her jersey and tossed it in the bin. She walked off the field alone with her head hung low.

“Thanks, Diamond,” mocked Sweetie from behind her. “You were the best player on our team.”

“Maybe you'd be better at sports if you could pay someone to do it for you like everything else,” cackled Scootaloo.

Diamond looked back at her over her withers as smug of an expression as she could manage. “I might not be best at sports but at least I can still fly as well as you can.”

Scootaloo’s laughter came to an abrupt end as her face contorted with rage and she lunged at Diamond. - - -

Diamond pranced across the polished wooden threshold of her mansion,

“Welcome back Miss Tiara and welcome Miss Silver Spoon,” greeted Cufflink before shutting the door.

“Hello,” replied Silver.

“Cufflink do you know where my mother is right now? " asked Diamond, passing him her saddlebag.

“Yes she is presently gardening in the back," he replied, taking Silver's bag as well.

Diamond gave a knowing nod to her friend and the two fillies cantered through the house straight to the rear double doors and out onto the veranda.

“There she is,” pointed Diamond excitedly. “Come on. Follow me and stay quiet.”

The two crossed the lawn and slunk up behind Spoiled who was turned away and pushing dirt into a hole with her forehoof. At three body lengths away she stopped and recited the words. “Tumbleweed soup.”

Immediately her mother abandoned the task she was working on and stood up straight before turning in and turning around to face them. She said nothing, her eyes were empty and her expression was impassive.

Though she hadn't even done anything yet, everything about her seemed strange somehow to Silver.

Diamond turned to Silver. “It's in effect now but we need to go somewhere safe first before trying anything. Come to my room, mom.”

All three ponies turned toward the house and headed for the veranda. Diamond could hardly wait as she tromped up the stairs but soon enough they were together in Diamond's room with the door closed.

“Okay, check this out,” she began. “Roll on your back.”

Spoiled promptly dropped to the floor and began to roll on her back like a playful foal.

Silver's mouth dropped open.

“Stop,” commanded Diamond. “Go eat the piece of paper lying on my vanity.”

Her mother turned to the vanity, trotted over and bent her head down. She took the piece of paper in her mouth and began to chew it. Slowly it crumpled together as she sucked it into her jaws.

“This is nuts,” muttered Silver, shaking her head.

It took nearly a minute but finally it was masticated enough for her to swallow completely. Then she turned around to face them in the same expectant gesture as always.

“Her eyes look off," remarked Silver absently. “Kind of creepy.

“Flag your tail at us,” continued Diamond.

Spoiled spun back around and lifted her tail to the side, revealing her plot to the both of them.

Silver raised a hoof while averting her eyes. “Oh come on, really?” she groaned. “Okay, I get it.”

“Lick Silver's pussy until she cums,” commanded Diamond casually.

“What?” blurted Silver Spoon in alarm.

Spoiled approached the filly briskly and began trying to walk around behind her. Silver quickly maneuvered her hindquarters away from Diamond's mom but she continued her pursuit.

“N-now hold on; I don't want that, at least not from a girl.”

Diamond giggled and then winced clutching the rib that twinged from her tussle with Scootaloo. “Just close your eyes and give it a try," she suggested as she watched her friend scamper away from her persistent mother. “I'm sure it'll feel just the same. I can leave if you want.”

Silver vaulted desperately over the bed with spoiled zeroing in on her rump from behind, her tongue already protruding with anticipation.

“Diamond, seriously, stop her,” she pleaded, backing her ass into the corner where she thought it was safe. “I will run out of the room screaming.” Realistically though she would have eventually succumbed, whether she liked it or not, to the tenacious relentlessness of Spoiled.

“Okay, fine, stop,” ordered Diamond, a little disappointed that she wouldn't get to watch someone else using her mom as a tool and also that her friend was still a zero on the Kinsey Scale.

“Spin in a circle, mother.”

Spoiled began chasing her tail again in the same way that had delighted her daughter the day before. Silver breathed a sigh of relief before coming out of the corner to stand with her friend and watch the strangeness unfold.

Silver's comical reaction to her spontaneous sexual offering got Diamond thinking. Surely there was someone else out there other than herself who would be very interested in her mom's tongue and probably her other end for that matter. Someone like… Rumble… a grin spread across her face. Rumble, a hormonal and sexually frustrated colt who wasn't getting any from his fillyfriend Sweetie Belle who she despised. It would take some significant planning and perhaps a bit of deception but she could get two birds with one stone.

“I think I've got a plan to get back at those Cutie Mark Crusaders,” muttered Diamond.

“What is it?”

“It's a surprise. I don't have everything figured out yet but I'm sure it'll involve my mom.” She liked surprises and hated being caught failing at anything.

Her thoughts returned to her mother’s absence from the garden. “I guess I need to put her back now. I can't mess around with her for too long too much or she's going to start thinking she's insane when she completely loses track of place and time.”

Silver watched as Spoiled continued to spin around. “Hey if she won't remember anything she's doing right now then your mom still thinks you're grounded. How does that work?”

Diamond screwed up her face in thought and nodded. “We just need to make it to the weekend without that whole issue popping back up again in discussion. If I can get out of the house and on the train then we should be good. Even if she figures out that I went to the concert and blows up about it, both my dad and I were there to witness her saying I could go. As long as she doesn't figure out that we're not all on the same page as her before we leave then I shouldn't get in trouble.”

“It's your call,” shrugged Silver. “But you know I want to go.”

“It'll work out," replied Diamond dismissively. She looked back at her mother who was still a pink blur.

“Stop and sign this incident report about when a certain shrimpy-winged skank viciously attacked me.”

She pulled the folded up piece of paper out of her mane and placed it on her work desk next to a pen.

“Are you going to tell your dad about what happened?" asked Silver.”

“Nope.”

“You might get sympathy points from him though. Scootaloo is the one who got suspended, not you.”

“Yeah but even though I beat the rap on this one, whenever I'm involved in anything negative it still goes into the pot and when the pot fills up I still have to eat it.”

She checked her mother's signature on the paper and nodded in approval. It looked perfect and it was right where it needed to be. She did need some hoofholding but she still retained some critical thinking skills and personal knowledge of herself and others.

She turned back to Silver. “I need your help with one simple test before I release her.”

“What is it?" asked Silver warily.

“Just order my mom to do something right now.”

“Lay down on the floor,” said Silver.

Spoiled didn't even twitch at the request.

“Mrs. Rich, lay down on the floor,” she tried again but she remained standing still in defiance.

“Mom,” called Diamond, “obey the orders that Silver gives you. Try again,” she coaxed her friend.

Silver adjusted her glasses. “Mrs. Rich, lay down on the floor.” Like magic the mare knelt down and folded her legs under her. Then she turned her head toward Silver Spoon as if officially recognizing her new deputized status as an order giver.

“Sit on your haunches,” she ordered.

Spoiled pushed herself up so that only her rump was the floor and she was sitting like an obedient dog. The two friends exchanged awestruck glances.

Diamond rubbed her chin with one hoof. “This makes things even more interesting…”