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It was late Saturday afternoon and Diamond escaped her house without incident, only saying goodbye to her dad. She hurried to Silver Spoon's estate, expecting to make a quick getaway as her friend knew what was on the line.

“Hello Ms. Tiara,” greeted Silver's family maid. “Please come in. Silver will be down short-”

“Right here,” blurted Silver scampering to the door with a saddlebag jostling on her back.

“Have a good time at the recital, girls.” came a female voice from inside.

“We will,” chimed Silver before the door shut behind them.

“A good time at the what?” cackled Diamond as they started down the walk.

“She thinks we're going to a college recital,” explained Silver. “What did you tell your parents you're doing?”

“I said we were going to see Villa Shade. She's having a concert there too but it's actually tomorrow. I know they're not going to look into it though.”

The two fillies gleefully climbed aboard the 4:10 train and found an open bench seat in a nearly empty car. Diamond's heart didn't relax until the initial jerk of the train as it pulled out of Ponyville Station. They were free as birds. This night was going to be incredible. As soon as the train was up to speed she opened her little pack to get ready for the show. She slipped on four black fishnet sleeves, one on each leg and then pulled out the spiked collar she was finally going to get to wear.

“Help me buckle this,” she said, holding the accessory to her neck and turning in her seat to present her withers to her friend.

“Okay,” she agreed, beginning to fiddle with the buckle. “Then you do my eyes for me.”

Silver cinched the buckle around Diamond's neck and tucked the end into the loop. Then she got out her compacts of eye makeup and slipped off her glasses letting them hang by their retainer.

“The purple glitter eyeshadow,” she directed.

Diamond picked up the little brush in her mouth and began to paint her eyelids. The applicator drifted as the train car swayed.

“Careful.”

“I am being as careful,” mumbled Diamond. “As careful as I can be in a moving train. That's why I'm doing deranged instead of glitzy."

Silver put her glasses back after her friend finished with the eyeliner. She. grinned at herself in the mirror.

“You're going to wear your glasses over my art?”

“Yep.”

Diamond sighed and then commenced with her own makeup in a much quicker fashion making black rings around her eyes and streaks of eyeliner below that looked like they were from tears. Then they painted their Hooves black. Diamond rotated her hoof in the light watching the high gloss reflection play off of the contours before blowing on it.

“You brought the remover so we can get this off on the way back, right?” she asked.

“And cotton balls. I got everything.” Silver opened up a little container of snap-on jewelry to install in the places where they weren't allowed to get piercings yet.

“What's your list of the less popular stuff you want them to do?” Diamond, snapping a skull barrette into her mane. “I want to hear Soul Stealer, Blood Pact and Dying in Flames.”

“They're definitely not doing Soul Stealer,” mumbled Silver, looking at her neat row of ear cuffs in the compact mirror. “They don't have the rights to it anymore.”

“Damn it, I forgot,” groaned Diamond.

From the train stop it was a short walk to the amphitheater venue where they got in line for security and showed their tickets below a marquee that read ‘Sleigher.’ Then they were in. They were there early enough to get priority in their section and stake out the front of the stage.

“This is perfect,” Silver celebrated looking around. “Think this will be the pit?”

“The entire standing section is going to be the pit," replied Diamond confidently.

They held their spot vigilantly as roadies in band t-shirts set up equipment and did sound tests. Concert goers trickled in and their area filled up slowly over the next fifty minutes. Concert time came and went.

“Five minutes past,” declared Diamond jittering with excitement. “Any second now.”

A cheer swelled over the crowd as the band members swarmed the darkened stage and took up their instruments.

The rolling thunder from the intro to Reigning Blood boomed over the speakers and the crowd screamed with excitement. Diamond and Silver exchanged ecstatic expressions as the black stage filled with swirling fog and strobe flashes to simulate lightning.

“Holy shit,” shouted Diamond. “I thought they would close with this!”

The ominous wail of the electric guitar gave way to the hook and when the gallop began the whole amphitheater lost control. A wall of ponies thrashed behind them and an enormous mosh pit opened up. Diamond’s mane went wild as she banged her head and bucked in a circle.

“Come on, Diamond,” screamed Silver inaudably while shoving her into the pit. The two of them pushed and jostled around ricocheting off of other ponies and getting faces full of whipping manes and tails.

“This is amazing,” screamed Diamond.

Silver slammed into the side of a burly stallion in a jean vest and her glasses went flying into the aether.

She felt her face as she staggered about. “Oh shit!” Not even her eyewear retainer had saved her. She paused momentarily to try to look for her lost glasses but was getting pushed away and couldn't even see the ground beneath the mass of writhing ponies. Quickly she decided that even if she could find them they were likely already pulverized and useless so she went back to moshing. - - -

When Diamond woke up late the next morning her ears were still ringing from The assault of the amplifiers. She smelled her own mane to see if it had absorbed any illicit substances from the concert and decided that the scent warranted an immediate shower.

After a night of animalistic revelry she descended the stairs fully regressed to her prim and socially acceptable self. Getting home late the previous night she had to check in with the staff and had yet to see either of her parents.

She could hear her father now though, grousing loudly in the kitchen but not about her.

“We don't get a bit for the project until it clears those last two hurdles with the city,” railed Filthy. “They have four dozen move-in ready houses in the Eastside that have just been sitting there unoccupied for weeks now.”

“The city council is a joke,” scoffed Spoiled twisting a corkscrew at the counter. “They should have greenlit everything months before construction even ended.”

“It's the new laws that just went into effect,” clarified Filthy.

“Hi Daddy,” chimed Diamond, rearing up to put her hooves over her father's shoulders from behind.

“Good morning, Diamond. How was the concert?”

“Great,” replied Diamond, expecting her mother to jump at any moment. “She did all my favorites.”

Right on cue, Spoiled spun around with a contemptuous glare on her face. “Concert? What concert?”

“I went to the Villa Shade concert last night with Silver Spoon,” she explained.

Her mother's eyes narrowed. “Oh, is that so? Completely disregarding your grounding? You're in big trouble now.”

Diamond shrugged innocently. “But mom, you said I wasn't grounded anymore and I could go to the concert. We made a deal that I’d try to get at least all Bs in school.”

Spoiled scoffed in disgust. “I said no such thing you little liar,” she snapped. "You're just digging your hole deeper!”

“Dad, you were there, remember?” prodded Diamond with level confidence.

“It's true, Spoiled. That's exactly what I heard. Don't you remember? We decided she could go to the concert. You came up with that on your own and proposed it to me here in the kitchen while I was reading the paper.”

Diamond had to turn away to keep her composure when she saw her mother's expression go slack.

“I- I did?” she questioned bewilderedly.

“All three of us were there,” answered Filthy.

Realizing she had no argument whether it made sense to her or not she was silent for a few moments before speaking again. “Oh yes, of course, I remember now,” she bluffed nervously. “Anyway, carry on.” She walked away with knitted brow, still trying to recall a memory she didn't possess. She was so frazzled that she abandoned her wine on the counter.

Diamond left the room to catch up with her mother in the hall, suddenly struck with an idea. She snuck up behind her and when she was sure no one else was watching spoke the words ‘Tumbleweed soup.’

Spoiled stopped in the middle of her stride and stood up straight before turning around to face her daughter with vacant eyes.

Diamond opened up the door to the nearby storage closet. “Get in the closet," she ordered.

Her mother turned promptly and marched into the walk-in storage space. Diamond closed the door behind them.

“Just stand right there in the middle of the room.”

Spoiled did as she was told while her daughter flicked off the lights casting the room into total blackness.

“Tumbleweed soup. Tumbleweed soup. said Diamond. “Stand where you are and don't move.” The filly left her alone in the closet and went to the study where she got the most hideous Zebrican mask from off of the wall and carried it back with her. She turned the closet light back on, slipped the distorted visage over her face and stood directly in front of her mother before reciting the words again.

“Tumbleweed soup. Tumbleweed soup.”

She turned the lights off one last time.

“Tumbleweed soup tumbleweed soup.”

She fumbled for the door handle and then escorted her mother back into the hall directly to the spot where she had been standing before she got highjacked.

“Stand right here,” commanded Diamond before running away.

“Tumbleweed soup.”

Spoiled gasped at the visual jump scare that had shot through her brain like a lightning bolt. She looked around in a panic before rubbing her eyes and cantering away. Diamond stifled her giggles just out of sight around the corner as she clutched the ugly mask to her. - - -

As much as Diamond would have loved to waste the rest of her Sunday screwing with her mom to the brink of insanity but she needed to be diligent in her personal side project. She dropped by Silver's house after she knew she was done with her violin lessons. Silver was wearing new glasses or rather a backup pair of black square frames to replace the lost ones.

“Are your ears still ringing?” asked Diamond, shutting the door of her room.

“Yeah, my body is sore too,” laughed Silver.

“Did your mane smell like weed when you woke up?”

“Yep.”

A sudden thought occurred to her as she approached Silver's bed: her mom could just walk into the local dispensary and buy them weed now among other things. She shook her head, trying to refocus as she dug through her pack.

“I brought a surprise with me. Check this out.” Diamond dumped out an envelope of fresh photos on Silver's bed. They plopped gracelessly in a stack.

Silver's eyes widened in shock as they fixated on an image of Rumble and Spoiled passionately making out on the edge of a crappy motel bed. She spread the pile of pictures out with one hoof and her jaw hit the floor. There were over a dozen candid photos of Diamond's mom deepthroating the enraptured colt or Rumble on top of Spoiled, buried all the way inside her marehood, toned flanks and back tensed at the apex of his thrust.

She turned to Diamond in abject horror. “You set up a trist for them and then took pictures of it?”

“Yep,” she nodded smugly.

“How could you do this?”

“Well planning it all out was the hardest part. Getting him actually in bed with her wasn't too-”

Silver gritted her teeth. “No! You know that I…”

Diamond blinked cluelessly. “Know that you what?”

“Don't hurt Rumble,” blurted Silver at a loss for words.

“Why not?” demanded Diamond.

“Just don't!”

“But my entire plan was basically going to end up doing that either directly or indirectly by wrecking Sweetie's relationship with him in a horrifically embarrassing way and it took a lot of work to get to this point.”

“Don't… do it,” protested Silver obstinately. “Do something else!” Her eyes flicked back to the lurid images and she continued to spred them out on her comforter.

“Ugh, fine.” groaned Diamond throwing up her hooves. “I hate when you get like this. Wait, are you upset that I got Rumble to fuck my mom or that you weren't in on it?”

“I don't know,” she snarled angrily. “Can I have some of these photos?”