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“So did you fuck him?” asked Diamond bluntly when she met her friend on the sidewalk the next morning. “What was it like?”

“No, I didn't.” answered Silver in embarrassment.

“Did you make out?”

“No”

Diamond sighed in frustration. “Then what the hell was the point of getting a hotel room? You know it's risky trotting my mom out in public to go rent a room and then you don't even use it.”

“We used the room though… just not for that. He didn't want to cheat on Sweetie again.” A dreamy smile spread across her face. “And the date was so wonderful I didn't want to wreck the mood by going too fast and getting rejected.”

“So is he dumping Sweetie Belle for you?” droned Diamond skeptically.

“Well I don't know exactly,” muttered Silver dismissively. “That's not usually something you just confirm outright and I thought it impolite to ask him but he said he had a lot of fun and he wanted to continue doing stuff with me.”

Diamond raised an eyebrow in intrigue. That was absolutely stunning if it was true but more likely it was just a pretty little lie he told her that would fizzle out soon enough.

“Everything with him felt so natural,” she continued to gush. “We just seemed to click.”

“I went all in on your plan,” groaned Diamond. “Now I want to see carnage. Where's the carnage?”

“Maybe he didn't explicitly say that he was going to dump her now but I think it's in his head now that I'm a much better fit for him than Sweetie Belle. And he knows that I'm already circling him like a vulture waiting for a single status. Just give it a little time.” She assured her “I wouldn't chalk this up to a loss just yet.”

At school Miss Cheerilee passed back their science tests placing them one by one upside down on the student's desks.

“Great job, Diamond," she whispered to her as she left the test in front of the filly.

Diamond curiously flipped over the paper to see a B+ scrawled at the top. Her eyebrows shot up, modestly impressed with herself.

She had been distracted considerably by her new hobby for over a week now but also she had found herself more motivated in general and even interested in science. Maybe Cheerilee was right, applying herself was the missing piece of her scholastic puzzle. She didn't have any disabilities…

The surprises continued at lunch when Rumble moved from his usual spot. With Sweetie Belle still gone until tomorrow he decided to sit across from her and Silver, redrawing the lines of the established mealtime seating. It was a high profile alteration to his routine that wouldn't go unnoticed by their classmates.

Silver bubbled at his presence, seeing it as an auspicious sign. They talked about movies and music. Diamond mostly watched the two of them converse and was dumbfounded to find that Rumble genuinely seemed just as thrilled to talk to Silver as she was to talk with him. One mandatory outing together and they suddenly shared a captivating magnetism not seen in any couple at school. Maybe she did have a shot with him. It felt kind of good to be the one to have set it up.

Rumble and Diamond even exchanged a few amiable words despite her past treatment of him. Perhaps he was willing to forget about her domineering abrasiveness, now appreciating it as an opportunity to meet his new friend. After eating lunch with them she could not deny that they're rapport was real and even a threat to Sweetie.

At the end of the day however, Rumble flew off alone after the final Bell much to Silver's disappointment. She resigned herself to just the usual walk home with Diamond.

“Believe it or not I need to take a little break from fucking with my mom and let her have a mostly normal day for once,” began her friend. “It's fine if she thinks she's nuts, I just don't want my dad to start worrying about her and wondering why she's going into town all the time all of a sudden or drifting from her usual routine. So do you have time to help me with history homework?”

“You want help from me? In history?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “It's either you or one of my parents but more likely a private tutor. Don't look at me like it's weird; we've done homework together before.”

“I know. You just seem… more serious than usual.” - - -

Despite her previous comments about needing to leave her mother alone, an opportunity arose when her father had to depart on a one day emergency business trip and she had to capitalize on his absence as soon as Silver left her house. A new shopping trip was in order.

Diamond occupied the window seat in a bookstore drinking a coffee and flipping through a magazine. Periodically she'd look up at the dispensary across the street. Things were taking longer than she thought they should and she was starting to get nervous. Finally her mother appeared in the street dressed in sunglasses and a gray trench coat. Saddlebags on her back. She stood there idly like she was waiting for a secret contact to show up.

Diamond quickly abandoned her table with open magazine and half finished coffee, jingling the bell as she exited the store.

Without making eye contact she walked past her mother. “Come this way,” she ordered as if beckoning a dog. “Follow me.”

She led her mom into a nearby alley and stopped her there so that she could check her bags. Opening the flap revealed a brand new bong, half a dozen glass pipes, several canisters containing three different strains of cannabis and one big bag of mushrooms.

“Perfect," she laughed, snapping shut the flap on her back. “This party is going to be amazing. Follow me she told her again exiting the alley. Her mother obeyed, trotting at pace behind her. Now all that she needed to do was get the stuff stashed safely at home and get the disguise off of her before anyone there could see her in it and start asking questions.

Diamond however only made it a short distance down the street before she paused in wonder in front of the extraordinarily provocative window display of a sex shop. Riding crops, chains, ponnequins decked out in studded black straps, gags and blinders. It was tantalizing and the stuff looked like it might be fun to use on someone else but the thing that really drew her eye in the display was one particular ponnequin dressed in a shiny black, skintight gimp suit for a mare. The wheels in her head began to turn. This was an outfit meant to objectify the wearer like a slave, in her mind perfect for her mother.

She examined the head curiously and then moved to the flanks. There was another intriguing aspect to the outfit; it offered near anonymity to the wearer, covering up almost everything on the mare, only holes for the mouth, the eyes and just a slit in the back between the flanks for access. It even hid the mane.

Her face lit up in glorious revelation. This was it. This was the solution to completely degrading her mother and getting away with it.

“You're going to be the belle of the ball,” she smirked. - - -

The next morning Diamond woke up with enough time and opportunity to make her mom eat her out before school. It was an amazing way to start the day with an endorphin surge and no tension in her body. Her mother had been reduced to a minor annoyance, almost a joke in her life but the embers of her disdain for the mare continued to burn just as strong.

Diamond floated out the door fresh off of her orgasm and cantered up to Silver on the sidewalk. “Guess what?” she began excitedly, pushing the gate closed behind her. “My mom just bought me a whole bunch of pot.”

“Oh, that was nice of her,” replied Silver facetiously as they began to trot along.

“Yeah and you're going to help test it out with me after school,” she rested a hoof on her friend’s withers.

“Uh… okay… Is it those edibles or-”

“No, you have to smoke it. Don't worry, I have everything.”

Just then Scootaloo shot past them on her skateboard grazing Diamond’s shoulder roughly.

“Hey!”

“One side, bitches,” she yelled over the roar of her wheels as she raced away.

“You're not supposed to skate on the sidewalk,” yelled Silver Spoon irately but likely unheard by the speed demon filly.

Diamond scowled as she watched Scootaloo pump herself faster and weave around a fire hydrant. “Pfft. You tell her, Silver,” she mumbled.

Scootaloo liked skateboarding and was good at sports but couldn't fly and was self-conscious about it as well as her looks which she compensated for by being more sexually active. She probably liked smoking weed with her loser boyfriend, Button Mash. If Diamond was going to drive a humiliating wedge between them she needed to leverage his known weaknesses: video games, novelty and mind-altering substances... and probably sex too but he wasn't nearly as starved for it as Rumble was. Somehow she'd find a way to make all of these pieces fit together.

At school Sweetie Belle was back from the city and for a while it looked like things were going to return to the way they were before Rumble and Silver's mandatory date. Rumble sat next to Sweetie at lunch. A distracted Silver watched them anxiously the whole period trying to find something to be hopeful about.

“Listen, it was a longshot plan and you did your best,” began Diamond. “It's impressive how far you got but now it's my turn. The good news is that I don't think they can last forever and I think you're still number one on his rebound list. It's really just a matter of time before you get a piece of him. How long that takes, I don't know.”

The two fillies walked the trail back from school together as they always did talking about nothing and everything.

“Hey, we should go to the record store right now," suggested Silver, her eyes widening in sudden recollection. “I just remembered the new Ghostly album is officially out; we should see if we can go listen to it.”

“Yeah,” agreed Diamond. But I want to drop off my stuff at home first and I can't spend too long there because I have piano at four.”

“Oh, what about the cannabis?” Silver reminded her.

“Oh yeah. Why don't I just bring it to your house afterwards?”

“Okay.”

“Just figure out the best place to-” Diamond’s words ended abruptly with a gasp and then she shoved her friend off of the path behind a tree.

“Hey, what are you-”

“Shhh,” she hissed, slipping behind the tree alongside her. “Look.”

She pointed around the tree trunk across the field to the edge of the tree line where they had seen Sweetie and Rumble a time or two before. There they were again. As always it was too far away to make out what they were saying but Sweetie's body language told them that she was in distress.

“Is he breaking up with her?" asked Silver breathlessly.

“Just watch.”

They were clearly having an unpleasant conversation. Sweetie flailed a hoof at him and then dropped to her haunches and began to bawl. Her crying they could hear the best out of everything.

“I don't know what they said but it kind of seems like Sweetie is single now,” smirked Diamond.

Silver's eyes widened, her hooves braced on the tree trunk. “It worked.”

Diamond sighed dreamily, focusing on the unicorn's anguished face. “That really scratches the itch. It’s nice that we got to see it too; wasn't expecting that.”

Rumble appeared to be trying to console her now.

“This is only half of it though,” began Diamond. “Now he needs to get with you.”

“Second,” agreed Silver emphatically.

“If she sees you two being happy together every day, sitting and laughing at lunch and walking home in front of her it'll drive her nuts. It's a win-win for both of us.” Then she muttered under her breath. “It'll probably drive me nuts too.”

Diamond sat on her haunches in front of the wine cask and carefully opened up her pack in the dim illumination of the few naked bulbs hanging from the stone ceiling. She retrieved the new bong and carefully set it upright on the floor. “Are you sure no one's going to catch us down here?”

“Yeah,” assured Silver. “No one ever comes here unless we're getting ready to host a party.”

Diamond clicked the lighter in her hooves to get an ember going. Then they waited for the fumes to start gathering. Diamond picked up the vessel, put her muzzle in the top until it sealed and took a deep breath of the smoke. She coughed and made a face before passing it to Silver. She in turn plugged the open hole with her muzzle and inhaled.

“What did you load in this?" she coughed, setting the bong down.

Diamond took a second hit and swallowed before answering. “I don't know; it was like Avidous or something.”

“I think that's the highest recreational concentration but it's not really my special interest. It does feel funny though,” she laughed before putting the bong to her face once again. She exhaled smoke and then sat back waiting for the THC to Crest in her system. Diamond however did not stay seated for long. First she began to fidget on the floor and rock back and forth with a frown on her face. Eventually she stood up to pace around anxiously, her hoofsteps on the cold stone floor echoing.

Silver-eyed her curiously as she appeared to try and look between every single wine cask occasionally shooting suspicious glances into the dim recesses of the cellar.

Finally she stopped and shook her head fearfully. “I don't like this, something's wrong. We need to get out of here right now.”

“What are you talking about?” Mumbled Silver with an uncharacteristically slurred voice.

Diamond flailed her forehooves. “I don't know. We're in danger! We need to leave.”

“We're not in any danger. You're having some kind of paranoid reaction. You just need to sit down and ride it out.”

“Nope. Fuck that, I'm out of here,” she turned and headed for cellar doors.

Silver got up and scampered to the door to block her exit. “Wait, you can't just go wandering around my estate acting all weird, we're going to get in trouble.”

“Listen to me, Silver,” she snarled. “You need to let me out of this fucking hole right now or I'm going to buck you in the face!”

Silver shrank back. “Well okay there's no need for violence. Okay… okay… she stalled for time as she tried to get her sluggish brain going. “Uh, okay, we're just going to go straight to my room okay?” she explained slowly like it was a pivotal multistage battle plan.

“Whatever, just let me out of here,” Diamond demanded.

“Okay, we're just going to leave all of the stuff here and then come back when we're all good. We don't want to get caught with it.” Silver flung open the right side cellar door piercing the dinginess with the afternoon sun.

Diamond shielded her eyes with her hoof. “Ugh, shit, that's really bright. Can you turn that down?”

“Uh, no Diamond, that's the sun. Just act normal and go straight to my room, remember.”

Diamond shot past her out onto the lawn and walked briskly around the corner of the house. Silver flipped the door shut and scrambled to try to keep up with her even though she was dizzy. Diamond went in through the side door which went into the kitchen. The two fillies made it to the stairs going up to the second floor and it looked like they were home free.

Silver looked down watching her hooves climb each and every step with utter amazement as she climbed them.

“I'm staring at the STAIRS,” she giggled. There are so many of them and they all do the same exact thing, you just step on them and you go higher and the more you step on, the higher you get… the HIGHER you get,” she laughed. “You can never use just one stair though they're like scissors or pants. Nobody ever heard of one pant.”

After climbing a hundred thousand stairs they made it to Silver Spoon's room and shut the door.

Diamond spent the rest of her buzz laying in Silver's bathtub with the lights on as she deemed it the safest place in her room. Silver just laid on the floor of her bedroom listening to music through headphones until her friend emerged.

“Well I'm not doing that again," she growled angrily.

“Maybe don't even try those mushrooms,” suggested Silver.