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Snips and Snails wandered awkwardly through the pristine looking ghost town. A whole neighborhood of brand new single story houses with no one living in them. Neither of them had seen anything like it.

“Where's the house?” asked Snails, squinting his eyes as he scanned his over the labyrinth of streets.

“It's supposed to be all the way in the back of the lot from the main entrance so we just keep walking this way,” replied Snips, pointing with conviction.

They strode alone down the arteries of the uncanny environment just as the sun was beginning to set. Somewhere in the distance they could just barely make out the sound of bass beats and then they saw it, the one and only house with glowing windows.

The two gasped as they exchanged shocked glances and broke into a canter straight for the promised wonderland of Shooting Star’s party. They could almost feel the muffled dance music in the air as they approached the stoop. Snips opened the door with his magic to reveal an empty venue.

Inside the music was pumping. The unowned house had been furnished for the party with cheap repurposed wooden crates, beanbags and inflatable chairs. The bar and kitchen counter were covered with bowls of untouched chips, dips and stacks of big pizza boxes. There were stacks of cups, big bottles of soda and kegs of ale. There was even a lineup of fancy corked bottles of liquor.

“There's no one here,” murmured Snips, scanning over the interior.

“Yeah, everyone else is supposed to come later,” Snails reminded him.

“I know but it doesn't look like even the host is here.”

“Who cares? We're here, the party is set up already and we were supposed to come early.”

Snips’ jaw dropped open as his eyes landed on the big projection on the wall in the living room. It idled on the fiery title screen of Demon Duel III. “She's got the new Demon Duel,” he gasped. He teleported into the living room and picked up the player one controller with his magic. Come on, Snails!”

“Wait, what about the mare?” reminded Snails desperately. That's the whole reason we're here early.”

Snips’ eyes widened and he set the controller back down. “You think she's here yet?”

“Let's check the other rooms,” Snails urged, already walking away with a spring in a step.

The rest of the house seemed just as deserted as the living room and the kitchen but they quickly came upon a paper taped to the wall with arrows and words upon it like a signpost. Two arrows pointed down the hall. The first was labeled bathroom, the second, Sunshine's Playground. That sounded quite promising.

The two exchanged looks with raised eyebrows.

“She's probably in there if she's here,” said Snips.

The colts bolted down the hall fighting for the front as they neared a closed door that read:

Maximum of two guests at a time (not counting sunshine.)

Knock first if closed.

Leave once finished.

Snips knocked twice on the door and listened carefully.

“Come in,” beckoned the sultry voice of a mature sounding mare.

The two colts exchanged slack-jawed looks before Snips wrestled the door open. They looked inside to see a mare in a skin tight black vinyl suit laying on a big mattress pad on the floor.

The room was cast in the red glow of a floor lamp. There were a couple of tubes of lube off to the side next to a bowl filled with dozens of condoms. They were completely optional for the colts if they were worried about catching something or if Sunshine got too sloppy from previous riders.

“What's your name?” asked Snails breathlessly.

The mysterious mare stretched out a hoof toward them. “My name is Sunshine. Did you come to play with me?”

“Yes,” they answered in elated unison, stepping forward.

Diamond watched from inside the house across the street as the first foal neared the party house. She had acquired keys to the two new homes through her father who was conveniently gone through the weekend. She squinted through the kitchen window. It was Dinky, a little earlier than the general admission time but that was an inconsequential variable. As long as the stage set roughly the way she planned, success was within reach.

The beer, the liquor and even the soda was laced with a male aphrodisiac guaranteed to get the colts aroused and mad with lust. Her first goal was to get every one of them to visit Sunshine's Playground at least once.

Dinky disappeared inside and it wasn't but half a minute later before more foals appeared and trickled into the party. It was a promising sight to see them appearing one by one instead of in groups. Soon after the prescribed time came the floodgates opened. As twilight melted into night, Diamond kept watching until she saw the unmistakably dark form of Button Mash heading to the front door. He was without his fillyfriend. She rubbed her hooves together. It was officially on.

Diamond surreptitiously left her surveillance house and entered the party acting like an ordinary surprised invitee. There were already enough foals there that it felt like a real party. A gentle haze of weed smoke crept in from the dining room. They'd also gotten into the booze and the pizzas without hesitation. Foals from both schools were mingling and chattering gregariously. Looking around the corner she saw a short line to get into Sunshine's Playground which put a smile on her face. Everyone seemed in high spirits. It looked like a nice party but the party was really just a byproduct, or rather a pretense, for her plot.

“I play winner,” declared Button Mash watching the Demon Dual III match that was already in progress.

Just as predicted… Diamond got herself two pieces of pizza on a plate and sat down nearby. A near majority of the colts present were already part of a cumulative effort to fuck her mother senseless. That would undoubtedly be more fun to watch but that little matter would take care of itself without supervision. Right here was the front lines of her revenge. Button was already drinking a cup of what she knew was spiked soda. Soon enough he'd have a lust addled brain and an aching hard on that he’d need to get rid of somehow and Scootaloo wasn't here. Diamond's goal was to make sure he ended up in Sunshine's Playground along with the rest of them.

Kettle Corn relinquished the controller to Button and left to go see about taking a hit off the bong in the smoky dining room. She passed Chipcutter just as he launched into a violent coughing fit from chugging beer down his windpipe. He wiped off the ale that dripped from his nose, eliciting a cheer from the crowd egging him on.

Inside the Playground, Pipsqueak had Spoiled on her back and was pounding between her hind legs. His forelegs tightened around her midsection as he approached climax. His hot breaths rustled the fur of her barrel.

With one final grunt he erupted deep inside of her as he continued to pump his hips. He only stopped once he had shot his whole load. Then he pulled out slowly, panting to catch his breath.

“That felt amazin’” he gasped as he got to his hooves.

“I'm so glad you enjoyed it,” she cooed, still laying relaxed on the mattress pad. “Tell your friends to come play with me and enjoy the rest of the party. Don't be afraid to come again.” - - -

Rumble's lips pressed feverishly against Silver's as he pushed her back. She gave a muffled sigh as she felt her rump press against the edge of the hotel bed. She scooted up on it as he continued to advance on her. She slipped onto the mattress sideways, rolling onto her back under his guidance. He laid on top of her not allowing their ravenous kissing to falter.

Silver hooked her hooves over his shoulders as she slipped her tongue between his lips with a groan. They rolled over one more time until Rumble was on his back and they were at the center of the bed. Silver chewed his bottom lip. Everything she'd ever read about in a romance novel that sounded fun flashed through her mind in kaleidoscopic fashion. She felt something hard against her undercarriage and it sent chills of excitement through her.

The filly released his lip with a pop and sank lower on his body. She found his cock fattened up and drooling precum, a gift just for her. Delighted by the sight she cradled it with one hoof and gave it a long lick from base to tip eliciting a shiver in her new coltfriend.

She sensually kissed the dome of his flare. A bit of his semen slithering between her lips and hitting the tip of her tongue with a mild salty taste. She opened her mouth wide and latched on, holding his tip in her pursed lips before diving downward. Rumble exhaled as he felt her soft, wet mouth engulfing his shaft. His medial ring slipped in easily. She almost made it down to the base. That was pretty good, she thought. She was sure from his point of view it must have felt like she knew what she was doing. While she hadn't blown a colt before, she had practiced for a couple of years in secret on phallic objects trying to get them as deep down her throat as she could and preparing for this moment whoever it was with. She'd never wolfed down anything comparably flavorful and squishy during her self guided tutorials but it was the size and length that gave her the stamina and it appeared to have paid off.

Rumble seemed thoroughly impressed with her skills thus far as he groaned under her treatment. He watched her head as it began to bob up and down his slick shaft. Her motions soon produced a rhythmic slurp which came like an exclamation point after every wonderful stroke.

Silver hummed over the mouth full of meat as she began to quicken her pace. Rumble exhaled as she brought a hoof up to fondle his balls. She brought the warm orbs up into the downstroke of her chin, saliva dripping down and pulling in between them. Rumble shuddered a swear under his breath. His legs shook as his pleasure mounted.

She felt his girth throb in the caress of her lips as blasts of his hot seed hit the back of her throat. She pulled up off of him a bit to make room in her mouth to start gulping it down, keeping her lips sealed around his girth until he'd unloaded everything he had. Then she swallowed one last time. Coming back to his senses he looked down at her just as she was pulling off of him. She pushed up her glasses and then wiped the excess drool from her mouth with her fetlock before smiling smugly back at him. - - -

“Have you rutted with Sunshine yet?” asked Skeedaddle.

“What? Who?” asked a clueless featherweight as Button Mash broke his combo and sent him spiraling into the stage's environmental hazard. “Who's that?”

“You haven't seen her yet?” he gasped. “She’s this mare in a skin tight suit just hanging out in the back bedroom. She'll suck you or rut you for free. I already did it. Fucked her while she blew Tender Taps. Forgot to use a condom. Was kind of messy but oh well. I’d do it again.”

Featherweight turned to him mouth agape as his life bar depleted for the second time and the match ended.

“Show me.” He passed his controller to Twist and got up.

Button watched them leave and shifted as he felt a quick tightening in his loins. His body felt hot. His brain felt fuzzy like he must have been getting a contact high.

“Who is Sunshine?” he heard Carrot Crunch ask behind him. “I've never heard of her?”

Diamond's ears perked up at the conversation happening also in her periphery.

“It's obviously a fake name,” answered the filly with him. “She has to protect her Identity or she's going to be a deep shit doing something like this.”

“Well then who do you think it is really?”

“I don't know. I couldn't even figure out what color her tail is; the weird light makes it hard to tell anything but my best guess is that it's that DJ.”

“No,” scoffed Carrot. “Sunshine has no horn. Can't be a unicorn. That much we know.”

“Oh yeah you're right, she does have a horn,” she sighed.

“Other than that it was a good guess. I could see that.”

“What if it's actually someone really shocking like someone you would never suspect of doing something like this,” posed the filly. “Could be the mayor.”

He laughed. “Imagining the mayor putting on a costume to come run a train with a bunch of colts at a high school party for a cheap thrill makes it like ten times hotter.”

Diamond chuckled to herself at that. She leaned to the side to find that Button was at full mast no matter how hard he tried to hide it. It was uncomfortable for him by every metric and yet he was still playing video games. Every other colt’s dick was simply out by default now unless they'd just been serviced by Sunshine. Even after release their bodies were still buzzing with aphrodisiac and they would probably be engorged again in minutes if they got a break at all.

The clock was ticking on her plan. All she could do though was wait and give him a little push if the opportunity arose. Diamond stood up and reached over the bar into the kitchen for another slice of pizza and made eye contact with a familiar face.

“Oh, hey, Shooting Star,” she chimed. “Cool party.” She slapped another slice on her plate.

“Why thank you, Diamond,” she replied with convincing sincerity.

Diamond turned around with her pizza balanced on her hoof and sat back down with a chortle. Of course Shooting Star would take the credit for an insane party if it fell in her lap. - - -

Rumble hunched curiously over Silver's pelvic region. He slid his hoof slowly up between her thighs, pausing when he came to her soft lower lips. With a little applied pressure he pushed until they split open and he saw a flash of enticing pink between. His mouth opened in primal wonder as he continued to glide his hoof up along her wet slit and then he saw it. As her curtains parted he found what he was told was the powerhouse of female pleasure.

Captivated he caressed the glistening flower before him, stroking it softly. He looked up at Silver who was laying on her back but watching his exploration intently with a blush on her face.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes.”

Emboldened a little he stroked her a bit faster increasing the pressure. Silver moaned softly and arched her back from the stimulus.

He gave her an intrigued smile before laying down between her legs and sticking out his tongue to lap slowly at her clit.

“Mmm,” groaned Silver. “That feels even better. Keep doing that.”

He continued to lick, nodding his head. The tip of his tongue cutting a swath through her tender folds and teasing the little blossom out of her mound.

Silver bit her lip and reached both hooves down to her pelvis where they spread her pussy open wide. Rumble's tongue now made full contact with her fully exposed clit. She let out a whimper from the new wave of pleasure. She continued holding one side open with one hoof. The other hoof involuntarily moved into Rumble's mane where it began to push his questing muzzle deeper into her fillyhood. Her hips started to roll into his licks to help facilitate her growing bliss.

Her mouth dropped open as her breath quickened. She looked down her gray undercarriage, mesmerized by the flashes of his hot flicking tongue. She laid her head back, melting into the bed and relishing in every pulse of pleasure he sent through her.

Silver began to moan out loud without reservation. Her shaking hoof tightened around the back of her coltfriend’s tilting head. For a moment her other hoof moved to just above her clit feeling his tongue lash excitedly. She pushed her folds open briefly before moving on to just doublehoofing his head into her mound.

The pressure of his muzzle sent her to a new level. Her impassioned cries reached a crescendo and her body shuddered in climax. It tapered off slowly, leaving her chest heaving. Silver released him with a satisfied sigh but kept stroking his mane.

Rumble lifted his face out of her fillyhood to look up at her.

“I didn't suffocate you, did I?” she huffed

“No,” he panted before licking his lips. He stood up slowly and her eyes traced a line down his barrel to his reawakened dick.

She adjusted her glasses over wide eyes. “You look like you're ready for more. I know what you can do with that.”

“How do you want it?” he asked.

As romantic as she was at heart, right now she craved roughness. Silver rolled onto her barrel and stuck her back end in the air, presenting her rump to him. She flagged her tail and gave it a shake. Rumble needed no further explanation. He moved over to straddle her downward facing body

“Eep! Go slow though,” she pleaded as his tip poked her inner thighs and she got skittish. Unlike oral, Silver hadn't done anything to prepare for this.

“Yeah,” swallowed Rumble, bracing himself for a dive into a girl that was actually his size. He pulled back and aimed higher allowing his flare to slip into the juicy precipice of her entrance.

He held his breath and eased forward earning a whimper from the filly beneath him. He paused at three quarters of the way in even though he didn't want to.

“Is that okay?” he gasped.

“Yeah,” she grunted, curling her forehooves into the bedspread. “Keep going.”

Rumble did as she said until their bodies pressed together and he was fully buried inside her and he could feel the glorious squish of her ass on him. The two astounded foals let out a communal moan. Silver swiveled her hips, adjusting to the unprecedented sensation of being totally full of his cock.

Rumble drew back and pushed inside her again showering them with the euphoria of their bodies joining. He shut his eyes and his mouth dropped open with a shuddering breath as he built up a rhythm thrusts. Silver's upturned flanks smacked against his thighs audibly as he drove her head further into the pillows.

Even though she was fresh off of a big orgasm and feeling stretched out in places she wasn't used to feeling it she craved being pounded.

“Oh fuck, f-faster,” she commanded deliriously.

More than willing to oblige her, Rumble bent down, adopting her posture. She felt a blast of hot breath behind her ear as he assailed her pussy with a staccato of quick and violent thrusts. She clenched her eyes shut as her cries got louder. It hurt but it felt so good. His balls swung against her thighs, his whole length enjoying the tight embrace of her cavern.

“Bite my neck,” she ordered.

“What?” he panted.

“Bite my neck hard, please,” she implored.

Rumble took the scruff of her neck between his teeth and squeezed, hips still pounding away feverishly.

“Oh shit! Harder,” she cried desperately.

Rumble bit into her harder, sending a shockwave of pain through her that resonated at just the right synergy. Like pulling the override trigger on her body, her eyes rolled back and she seized with euphoria. A second climax ripped through her as he clamped on. Her scream startled him enough to let go. Her ravaged body sank lower and lower under his weight until she was flat on her barrel with her hind legs splayed apart behind her, Rumble’s cock still pistoning furiously as he teetered on the edge of his own orgasm.

His heavy breathing tickled her ears. His forelegs squeezed tightly around her sides as he cleared the last hurdle and his rapture spilled over. She moaned as he pressed into her flanks, hilting deep inside her one last time. He grunted into her pale braid as his balls twitched rhythmically and he emptied into her what little cum she hadn’t sucked out of him. He sighed with satisfaction, relaxing atop her. It took him a moment to gather himself and roll off of her onto his side, yanking out his wet cock.

Silver rolled over slowly to face him, her glasses crooked on her flush face. A few errant hairs had worked loose from her braid. The back of her neck still stung. She scooted up close so that they were muzzle to muzzle and head to head while they heaved softly in the afterglow.

“We need to figure out a sustainable way to keep doing this without a hotel,” she proposed vehemently.

“Yeah,” he breathed in agreement. - - -

Button watched his character's victory one-liner before the game kicked back to the character select screen and his mind returned to his throbbing erection. He squeezed his thighs together and hunched over trying to conceal it. Things weren't even leveling off, they just kept getting worse with the physical discomfort and the overwhelming primal desire to penetrate a girl.

He was undefeated through seven matches with six different players but he couldn't focus anymore.

“I'm done for now," he grunted, uncomfortably rising to his hooves and abdicating player one. He staggered around feebly searching for a solution. He could jerk himself off but it wouldn't be a short process and where would he do it? There were ponies everywhere. He walked by the kitchen just as Snips wretched the last of his pizza and liquor into the sink before groaning and passing out on the floor with a thud.

Button grimaced and looked at the sign pointing to the bathroom and Sunshine's Playground down the hall. It would have been his best option but once he was there he found that there were already two ponies waiting in line for the bathroom.

“Someone's rutting in there,” sighed the filly in front of him. “You might be better off going outside.”

On the other side of the door, Kettle Corn stood reared up at an angle over the edge of the bathroom counter and staring into her own bloodshot eyes in the mirror. Chipcutter thrusted into her woozily from behind, his impassioned grunts tickling her cheek. As he got faster their thighs began to clap loud enough to be heard over the muffled party music. She moaned as he pushed his wrapped length even deeper inside her. The reflection of her face looked like it was melting like ice cream under a sun lamp. The whole room around them appeared to be shifting as if it were gelatin sitting in the back of a cart rumbling down the road.

Button gritted his teeth and looked down the hall to the enticing bedroom door labeled Sunshine's Playground which, unlike the bathroom, had no line and was even slightly ajar. Based on everything he'd heard, whoever this Sunshine was could certainly take care of his problem but he couldn't do that. He was supposed to be exclusive with Scootaloo. Scootaloo would take care of it without a thought if she was here. Why was he here and she wasn’t, he suddenly wondered. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen Applebloom or Sweetie Belle at the party either. That meant that there were no close friends that would rat him out if he did go to Sunshine. It was even possible to have no witnesses at all, what with the party being so chaotic and it would be so fast. Probably two minutes, in and out and back in the party like nothing happened. If he just went right now…

He winced as his hard on throbbed beneath him, feeling like it was threatening to explode with another minute's snubbing. He stared hungrily at the flanks of the filly in front of him and then back at the door, muffled cries emanating from the bathroom. Button swallowed, hung his head and took off briskly down the hall toward the inviting red glow of Sunshine's Playground.

Diamond watched inconspicuously around the corner from the opposite end as the colt finally gave in and vanished into her mother's room. She practically danced back to the living room. Then she waited in her spot, absently watching the fights. It wasn't long at all. Button reappeared in less than a song on the playlist and got in queue for the game controller once more. She craned her neck, checking the space between his legs. His erection was gone. There was only one way to find out where it went.

Diamond stood up and pranced to the hall, pushing past out of control party goers with multiple substances rampaging in their systems. At the playground door there was no one in line presently so she just pushed it open and walked right in. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she saw Twist going down on her mother while she rubbed herself vigorously between her own hind legs with one hoof.

Sensing the intrusion, Twist looked up at her with a start and froze. Her outstretched tongue slowly retracted into her mouth.

“Uh… Sorry muttered Diamond dazedly as she backed away slowly. She shut the door and waited on the other side remembering she'd forgotten to abide by the silly rules she had posted as she eyed them on the door. Knock first. No more than two at a time. Leave when you're done. She wasn't expecting to see that tonight. She didn't know that Twist was into that. She'd always harbored a mild antipathy for the ginger-headed dork as an easy target but she'd be lying if she said she had no desire to be part of what was happening on the other side of that door right now.

Twist came out and for one awkward moment the two of them locked eyes. Diamond knew what she did. Twist probably thought she was waiting in line for her turn to do the same thing or something similar.

The bespectacled filly smiled sheepishly, looked down at the floor and scurried away down the hall. Diamond exhaled and went into the room and locked the door which was what Twist should have done.

“Did you come to play with me?" asked her mother with the same undying fervor as the first time she had asked it.

“Shut up,” snapped Diamond, hurrying to the closet. She parted the accordion style doors revealing a little cardboard box with a hole in it sitting on a shelf just behind the crack between the doors. She lifted it up and tossed it aside to in turn reveal a camcorder that she'd left running there since before the party started. It was still going now as she grabbed it from the shelf. She turned off the recording and pressed rewind. Zipping past Twist she found exactly what she expected to see, a desperate Button Mash pounding her mother on her back. With an indestructible grin on her face she queued it up to right where the action started, pressed stop and folded in the little screen.

With the camcorder tucked inconspicuously in her foreleg, she returned to the living room where the Demon Duel matches continued non-stop. The projector, which displayed the action, sat on a crate, its power cord hidden and trailing under a series of rugs to the wall outlet. It also had a long AV cable which she had already hooked up and laid out, stretching the other end into the corner where she could plug in unnoticed by the rest of the party-goers. Now there was just one final piece of the puzzle.

Button got closer to his turn. Diamond checked her watch which she had worn just for the occasion so she could stay on track. It should be any minute now. She kept her eyes on the front door expectantly. When it finally opened up there was the filly of the hour, Scootaloo, a tentative smile on her face, one that would be gone all too quickly. She showed up over an hour late to the party, about the time she was told it started.

She said hi to a couple of ponies and then did a shot and got a plate of pizza. She looked around in wonder at the illicit festivities but quickly zeroed in on the video games in the living room. She knew if Button showed up he would be there. Sure enough, there he was, sitting by the projector transfixed on the action.

Scootaloo plopped down on her haunches right next to him. “Boo!”

“Hey,” greeted Button with surprise. They kissed. “How long have you been here?” he asked warily.

“I just got here,” she replied with a mouthful of pizza. She set her plate down on the carpet.

Stupid… If he could have just made it another ten minutes Scootaloo could have sucked him off in the bathroom or something. Why was she so late to the party? He just assumed she hadn't been invited or didn't want to come and wouldn't be here tonight. He tried to settle his panicky nerves. It was fine. There was no undoing it now and it's not like it meant anything. No one saw him do it. The only other witness was a mare that probably didn't even know his name much less care that he was in a relationship with someone.

With no small amount of giddiness Diamond tapped the input button on the projector remote. The two players yelped in surprise when their match was interrupted and replaced by an already playing video recording from a hidden vantage point in Sunshine's Playground.

Button's mouth dropped open and his blood ran cold as he recognized himself in the video, grappling Sunshine roughly and humping her as fast as he could, trying to relieve the unbearable pressure in his loins and escape the room unnoticed.

“Yeah, button,” somebody cheered from the crowd.

Scootaloo looked up at the projection and her face went slack as well. She quickly turned back to him. “Button, what the fuck?” she gasped. “Who is that?”

“I- I don't know,” he stammered. “Listen, I can explain.”

She shot up and shoved him over. “Fuck you! Can't believe this,” her voice cracked. She looked around the room at the ponies gawking and cheering in jollity at her coltfriend’s exploits. Were they delighted by his cheating or were they all just drunk and high and not even thinking about it? In the crowd she caught sight of Diamond Tiara pointing and laughing at her in glee, the searing hot cherry of embarrassment on top of the betrayal sundae. She couldn't muster the courage to confront her for it or even look her in the eyes. On the verge of tears, Scootaloo turned away and bolted out of the room.

“Scootaloo, wait,” called Button, chasing after her.

The filly shot past Applebloom without acknowledgment just as she was arriving and disappeared out the door behind her.

“Scootaloo?” she blinked.

Smug and delighted with the results of her plan, Diamond allowed the clip to play all the way to the end where button pulled out of her mom and hurried away to the door where he curtly vanished thinking he'd gotten away with it.

Diamond discretely switched the input back to the game console where the match had ended after running out of time.

That was it. Diamond had accomplished everything she set out to with the party. She had no reason to stay any longer. In fact the longer she stayed, the more of an unnecessary risk things became with her mother or even Scootaloo calling the cops out of spite. It was time to cut out.

Diamond returned to Sunshine's Playground with the video camera and locked the door behind her. She turned to her mother who was sprawled out across a field of bodily fluids, condom wrappers and other sexual refuse.

“Well, Sunshine,” she began with a wide smile. “How much cum did you drink tonight?”

“I don't know,” Spoiled answered honestly.

“Give me your best guess," she laughed.

“Somewhere between a cup and a pint.”

“That's what I want to hear, you little party slut!” She wandered over to the window, unlocked it and slid it wide open. She pushed out the screen without concern. The house and everything in it was an acceptable loss. She hopped and wriggled gracelessly over the windowsill and out into the cool night. Then she popped her head up to look back inside after making sure the coast was clear.

“Follow me out the window,” she ordered. “We're going home.”

Spoiled stood up on the mattress pad and wandered over to the window where she stuck her forelegs through and hopped to get her back end over the sill. Fleeing the neighborhood, they skirted the edge of town on the way back home, ditching her mom's heavily soiled suit in a dumpster under cover of darkness. At a glance her mother now looked completely normal, just with a bit of a disheveled mane. Certainly no one would suspect she had twenty colts worth of cum sloshing around inside her.

They used the key to get in through the side door and their escape was complete. The perfect crime. It gave Diamond an immeasurable high.

“Now go upstairs and take a long hot shower,” commanded Diamond. “And when you're done, dry off and come to my room. The filly parted with her and took her camcorder back to her bedroom, nearly salivating over the thought of what could be on it.