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Having a one day break from Scootaloo was nice but didn't seem long enough in Diamond's opinion. A bonus was that Sweetie Belle even seemed declawed when she wasn't around to hype her up.

Diamond made an earnest attempt to focus in class and make good on her own academic goals but also had a blank journal out on her desk to scribble in as ideas came to her for her side project. Quickly she was reverse engineering her mother's brain and figuring out what to push and pull to get the results she wanted. For instance giving her a general command to express gratitude or disgust at an action gave her far more fluid behavioral patterns through ad libbing than attempting to give her a specific line to recite or action to complete in a given scenario. It was also easier to program that way too.

When Scootaloo came back the next day, she was angrier but less confrontational like a dog that growled more but bit less. Sweetie fed off of that energy, shooting Diamond dirty looks and bumping into her in the hall.

Applebloom, like Rumble, though she was part of their friend group, seemed hesitant to rattle sabers over their latest clash, enjoying being outwardly neutral while supportive of her friends in private.

“Want to go do homework at the Ponyville Roasting Company?” chimed Sweetie to her coltfriend as they walked the path from school.

“Uh… yeah,” nodded Rumble. “We can do that for a while but then I have practice later.”

Sweetie groaned at the thought. “Are you going to come watch me sing at Open Mic in the Park?”

“Sure. When was that again?”

“Saturday evening. I know you're not doing anything, you have to come.”

Diamond watched the two of them as she trotted behind, Silver chattering in her ear all the while but she couldn't hear a thing she said.

Scootaloo was certainly the biggest, most enticing target on Diamond's radar. She would have been first on the list to use her new powers against but if she was going to go after their boyfriends she believed Rumble to be easier to hook than Button Mash… at least for right now. - - -

The whistle screamed and the colts broke into a gallop down the field. Rumble reached the line first, turned on a dime and sprinted back to the start. Turf flew as he made the next turn to start the second lap. Diamond looked through the chain link fence and scanned over the sparsely populated aluminum bleachers. It was plain to see that there was no Sweetie in the stands.

The filly smirked to herself. “You didn't show up to watch your coltfriend practice today? I'm gonna make you regret that.”

She watched their drills for a few minutes and then went to wait by the locker room exit for the rest of practice. Eventually a smattering of colts began spilling from the doorway and leaving for home. Rumble emerged alone with damp fur from his shower. Unaware of Diamond, he was moments from springing into the air when the filly called out to him from her spot leaning against the wall.

“Hey Rumble, got a minute?”

Rumble lurched to a stop. He shot a quizzical look over his withers before turning around. “Why are you here?

“Doing anything right now?”

“Not… really. Why?” he replied, still confused.

“Come here.” She beckoned him with a hoof.

Rumble creased his forehead in concern. Diamond rarely spoke to him at school which he supposed was a blessing considering her history of bullying and troublemaking. She didn't have any interest in sports or him as far as he knew. Why the hell would she be here waiting to talk specifically to him? His intuition put him on edge.

Hesitantly he approached her. “What?”

Diamond looked around their environment to make sure that no one was in earshot before continuing. “Well this is a little weird and embarrassing for me but my mom… wants you to rut her and she wanted me to ask you if you were interested.”

For a moment Rumble just stood there frozen until his senses returned. “Bullshit,” he laughed, turning away.

“Wait,” she called. “No it isn't. She just wants one time. It could be more times if you want but-”

“I'm dating Sweetie Belle,” he reminded her flatly.

“Yeah, I know… How's that going by the way?”

“Fine.”

She tilted her head to the side. “You used the F-word.”

He scoffed in annoyance at her.

“Whatever,” she shrugged. “It doesn't matter. She's not going to know about it. It's not like we can tell anyone. If you can keep a secret, so can we.”

Rumble rolled his eyes dubiously. “Okay then, how much is it?”

“Nothing. She's not a whore. She thought this would be a mutually beneficial arrangement. After all, it's not good for a budding stallion to go backed up for so long.”

Rumble cringed in embarrassment. “I still don't believe you.”

“Yeah, she said, that might happen," sighed Diamond. She fished around in her saddlebag and pulled out a little sack of bits which she held it out to him on her hoof.

Rumble knitted his brow but received the offering in his hoof. “What's this?”

“It's collateral, you know what that is? There's a hundred bits in there that you can have if it turns out that I am full of shit about this. Bring it with you to room 108 at the Starling Motel before the end of the day. She'll be waiting there. If you decide not to show up at all we will still expect the money back. You know she's experienced and she'll do whatever you want. All she really wants in return is the experience of being with a ‘young stud,’ as she put it. Free sex. No strings attached. Just don't tell anyone. If I were you I'd take that deal.” With that she turned around and strode away.

Rumble looked down at the sack of money in his hoof and for the first time it occurred to him that maybe this was for real. Spoiled using her daughter as the go-between sounded unhinged but also perhaps it was the safest way to do it. What was in it for Diamond? She didn't even like her mom that much from what he could tell. Her brokering this deal must have been transactional in some way.

He never knew the mare had a penchant for this sort of thing but maybe she was having some kind of personal crisis. Maybe her marriage was bad or maybe she was starting to feel old and just wanted to feel hot and vibrant again.

He could do a lot worse than Spoiled Rich. The question wasn't whether or not he would ever consider banging her. The question was what about Sweetie Belle? It would be cheating; there was no getting around that but she wouldn't find out. He believed that Sweetie liked him a lot but he still reciprocated tepidly. Or rather he acted more excitedly with her than he genuinely felt inside.

They were very different when he looked beyond just being in the same league as far as looks. She was definitely hot and that in itself carried a certain appealing status he enjoyed. But that was only appeasing his ego. He wanted to enjoy her body physically. Shouldn't he get to do both?

Free sex, his brain screamed. Just this one time and we'll all forget it ever happened and move on. But is this really what you want your first time to be? - - -

Diamond spent two hours loitering at a mini mart as she waited for Rumble to show at the decrepit motel across the street. She tossed another chip in her mouth and chewed slowly. Maybe he wasn't going to take the bait after all. She put so much work into this too. She could figure out another way, something less convoluted perhaps. Just as Diamond began to seriously brainstorm about her next move she saw a gray pegasus touchdown from the sky near the office and look around the area nervously. She licked the salt from her smiling lips.

It was late afternoon when Rumble knocked timidly on the door of room 108. He fidgeted as he looked back and forth for anyone around. What if this was some kind of prank, he kept asking himself. But the money… The place was seedy and probably saw a lot of this sort of thing. The door cracked open and there stood the fuchsia colored mare.

His heart almost stopped in disbelief it was really her. She was here in a cheap motel waiting for him.

“Come in, Rumble,” she beckoned evenly. “I've been waiting.” She stood to the side to allow him passage and the colt wandered in breathlessly. He swallowed as he heard the door click shut behind him followed by the latch of the lock. This was really happening to him; it was like a crazy dream.

He sat the bag of bits on the nightstand with a clink and took off his satchel. She wasn't a whore but everything about this incidentally felt like he was going to a whore. Spoiled brushed past him and sat on the edge of the bed. Then she patted the comforter with her hoof, looking at him expectantly.

Rumble compliantly sat down next to her trembling in his skin. She put a hoof over his shoulder. “I'm so glad you showed up. Is this your first time?”

“Yes,” the colt nodded.

She was a lot different in this moment than he was expecting. After being around her occasionally over the last several years and seeing her contentious interactions with her daughter he was going in a little intimidated.

“We can do whatever you want. Want to kiss me?”

She wasn't much for small talk. But this was after all the reason they were there, he supposed. “Yeah,” he breathed.

She bowed slowly, still about a head taller than the colt while seated. He tilted his head back and caught her soft lips with his. Her hooves braced on the sides of his head. Her tongue was between his lips an aggressive move that contrasted with how calm she had been at his arrival almost like a coiled snake ready to strike. Rumble reveled in her advances and placed his Hooves on her shoulders before they curled around the back of her neck. They both smelled fresh, the scents of his shampoo and her perfume mingling in their nostrils.

Despite his uncertainty he felt his length quickly harden and soon it was standing tall in his lap aching for attention. He moaned and shifted his legs apart as it became uncomfortable for him. Her kissing felt like it was sucking the breath right out of him.

He felt her hoof leave his neck and reappear on his cock to give it a few strokes. She broke their kiss to look down at it briefly. He followed her eyes panting and looked down at himself. Suddenly she got up from the bed. Before he could begin to wonder what she was doing she was standing there before him, head bowed between his legs. Without warning his flare plunged into her lips, all the way to the back of her mouth and beyond.

Rumble inhaled sharply at the feeling of being in her mouth. He groaned and fell on to his back involuntarily allowing her more access to his loins. Her soft lips glided to his base. She opened wider and her tongue wriggled out to help ensnare his balls. She kept going down and then suddenly they were both in her mouth. Everything he had down there was completely packed tightly into her wet, undulating mouth. Her lips closed around the very bottom of his base, just past his balls. She began to bob her head, his flare probing deep into her throat as his orbs danced on her tongue. Even if Sweetie Belle was willing to do it, a filly wouldn't be able.

He threw his head back and clenched his eyes shut. His trembling hooves found their way into spoiled's mane as her head continued to bounce in his lap.

Diamond sat concealed in the bushes behind room 108. She clicked the remote shutter release once more. She wanted to space out the photos to acquire a diverse spread of whatever it was they were going to do in there. Hopefully they'd stay mainly on the bed since that was where the concealed camera was pointed.

After skimming dirty scenes in a selection of Silver Spoon’s books, Diamond had essentially written a script for what she believed would be the most likely scenario to transpire in the hotel room. She then put it in the form of a flow chart and taught it to her mom who, as far as she could tell, now possessed perfect memory while in the receptive state. In the end she believed she'd thrown together something that was both enticing and believable for her classmate. She couldn't plan for every contingency but as long as Rumble didn't deviate too much, things probably wouldn't get too weird.

Pressure was building quickly in Rumble's loins as the room filled with the sounds of rhythmic squelching and his impassioned grunts. He was fully ready to enjoy releasing straight down the mare's throat but he couldn't let it happen yet. He just had to know what her marehood felt like first.

“Wait, stop,” he gasped, hooves still tangled in her purple mane.

Spoiled pulled off of him obediently with a wet pop and stared him down in standby mode.

“Your blowjob is amazing but I'm not going to last much longer if we keep going. I want to rut you, please.”

“Oh,” she replied simply.

Spoiled climbed onto the bed. Rumble rolled out of the way as she flopped on her back in the center of the sheets, hind legs spread, ready to be taken.

Rumble stood up slowly on the springy mattress and hovered above her. His eyes drank in her fully developed body, coming inevitably to a rest on her damp lower lips. He'd never gotten to stare like this before at a real live mare right in front of him.

He wanted to touch her there but more than that he wanted to be inside of her right now. Still he hesitated for a moment.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Don't worry about it,” replied Spoiled softly.

With the final issue resolved, Rumble laid down on top of her. He scooted down lower on her barrel until he felt his cock slide out from between them. His heart pounded as he felt his tip nestle in the threshold of her entrance. He was on the precipice now and it was already indescribable. What awaited him inside?

Rumble wrapped his forelegs around her soft barrel and thrust into her. Suddenly he was hilted in the warm, heavenly embrace of her marehood. His brother hadn't overstated this. He groaned into her chest before he pulled out slowly and pushed in again, eliciting an even louder grunt of satisfaction. He almost swore.

He began to settle into a pumping rhythm, his hot breath blasting through the fluff of her chest. The top of his head came just under her chin. His forelegs shook as they gripped her tighter and their thighs started to clap with his enthusiasm.

Spoiled stared into nothing. She moaned softly just as she was told to do while being penetrated, again drawing on her own sexual experience for execution. She could feel no pleasure though and Diamond had to get her to lube herself up in preparation because she was incapable of becoming aroused in the state she was in. Rumble didn't notice any of that.

The colt gritted his teeth, face mashed against her as his thrusts became faster and more powerful. As he reached the crest of his climax he once again couldn't believe this was really happening. Then suddenly it was upon him. He instinctively drove himself deep inside her one last time and held it there as his cock throbbed in ecstasy.

Rumble exhaled with a grunt. His body relaxed as his deeper thoughts returned and he drifted into a post orgasmic daze, melting into Spoiled's body. His first time was with a well to do mare who was married. They went skin to skin and he came inside her like she was his. It felt like such an achievement for a colt but he couldn't tell anyone about it. It was the most exhilarating thing to ever happen to him and yet… he also felt bad.

He'd done the wrong thing here today but his body felt so satisfied. He pushed himself up part way to look at her the best he could. “I'm done… Are you?”

“Yes,” she murmured.

He stood up on the bed pulling himself out of her. He got to the floor but she just laid there looking relaxed and entranced. Now what? He had no idea about trist etiquette. Did she want to do this with him again he wondered. Would he say yes if she did?

“Um… that was really fun,” he began awkwardly. “I guess I should go now.”

“Okay,” she acknowledged.

His member quickly softened and retracted as he stood there unsure. “See you later.” He hated the unintended implications of the overused parting phrase in this context. He turned away, knowing he should leave before he did something really embarrassing and that would become the overshadowing memory of their encounter. His hoof paused on the door handle and he looked back at her suddenly struck with the need to express his graciousness and end their meeting on respectful terms.

“Thank you, Mrs. Rich.”

“Thank you, Rumble” she replied, still not moving, a damp patch growing on her dock.

Rumble closed the door quietly, leaving her alone in the dim light of the shaded window. Spoiled lay on her back staring into the ceiling like a thoughtless ponnequin for a couple of minutes until a key slid into the lock and the door squeaked open and shut again. The bed jostled and suddenly her daughter was there staring curiously down at her. Without a word she stood over her face and sat down, planting her pussy on her muzzle.

“Eat me out,” she demanded flatly.

Diamond felt her mother's tongue spring to life and stroke upward between her lower lips. She hummed softly as she slouched forward into a better position, spreading her legs apart more

“Suck on me,” she commanded.

Spoiled's lips opened wider and Diamond pushed her mom's head into place to make sure that her clit slipped into her mouth. Her lips sealed perfectly around it and she was in pure bliss.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” she gasped.

Her hips rolled reflexively against her muzzle as she rode her mother's lips. Pleasure pulsed through her. She cried out each time the force of her push met with the force of Spoiled's suck in perfect synergy. There was no one here; she could be as loud as she wanted. She tilted her head back, mouth open wide to the sky as she wailed.

Spoiled impassively sucked on her daughter's clit like it was a mouthful of ramen noodles. She was no more than an organic sex toy. Diamond bit her lip and squealed as nirvana overcame her and the tension in her body released in a euphoric culmination. Her back arched as Spoiled overworked her pussy past the finish line and beyond causing her to squirm in discomfort.

“Stop,” she blurted before rolling off of her and landing to the side on her back. She sighed in relief and waited a moment for her dizziness and rubber legs to subside. Her eyes flicked over to the armoire which she had cracked open. In the dim light she could just barely see the glint of the lens of her camera.

“Did you suck Rumble's dick?” She asked absently.

“Yes,” replied Spoiled.

“Did he rut you?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Then we should have some interesting pictures.”