Olympic Destiny

I thought about adding this to my Mind Control Shorts collection but it became clear it would be at least a few chapters so I thought I might as well make it its own story in case others had their own ideas for it. I hope you like it.

Ally Lang proudly marched into the Olympic Stadium behind the American flag. She had a beaming smile on her face as she waved to the packed stands. She had an official Team USA hat on her head and official Team USA mittens on her hands. This was her time. After years of hard work, she had spent the past three years as the #1 female Alpine Skier in the world. This was going to be her Olympics, the moment she would always be remembered for. It really felt like her destiny.

“This is fucking amazing!” said her friend Lexi, marching next to her.

Lexi was also on the ski team, and had even beaten Ally a couple of times, but not lately. While Ally had that All-American Girl Next Door look, with her long, shining auburn hair and bright smile, that had won her dozens of endorsements and millions of dollars, Lexi, on the other hand, had no endorsements, and hadn’t even really tried to do anything with her unkempt shock of strawberry blonde hair except for adding in some pink highlights.

Lexi got out her phone and started recording the scene. “WOOOO!” she shouted. Ally smiled at her friend.

They walked across the stadium with the rest of their nation’s athletes. Ally kept up a smile, knowing she would probably be featured on television at some point. Finally, they reached the Athlete’s Section and walked up the stadium steps to their seats.

As they did so, they moved past the many national delegations that were already seated. Ally waved to a few of her fellow skiers that she knew from the World Cup tour. Then her eyes alighted on Celine Marabout in the midst of the French delegation. The dark-haired, pale woman stared directly back at her with striking blue eyes.

Celine had come out nowhere that season to challenge Ally for the top spot on the pro tour, making a sudden, drastic improvement after years of struggling to stay on the French team and consistently finishing well down in the standings. Ally generally got along well with her rivals, but Celine was a different story. She was hyper-competitive. She refused to shake Ally’s hand after races she lost, and when she won her celebrations were a little over the top.

And when she and Ally met off the slopes, she was always telling Ally she “just wanted to talk to her, if she had a minute.” Ally wasn’t interested. She suspected Celine was doing something illegal to enhance her performance, but had no idea what it could be. In any case, she didn’t want to be associated with the French girl when the inevitable scandal broke.

She and Lexi took their seats several rows further on. Lexi noticed the look on Ally’s face and asked, "What's up?” She looked down at the French delegation below them and came to a realization. “Celine again?”

“She was full on staring at me!” Ally complained. “What is her deal?”

Lexi shrugged. “She’s not so bad once you get to know her. Anyway, I thought you liked being stared at.”

Ally shot her friend a look. Since when had Lexi “gotten to know” Celine Marabout?

But then the Parade of Nations was over, the rest of the pageantry began, and Ally was distracted.

***

Ally had heard the stories about the Olympic Village: that, shockingly throwing hundreds of athletic, hot young people from around the world together generally turned into a massive fuckfest. Ally was intrigued by the thought. She had been in training for several months now, and her activities had been limited to furtive jilling off in hotel room beds. But she was resolved that this was for after her competition.

Still, even though she had brought her own meals, carefully curated by her nutritionist, she liked to eat them in the dining hall where she could meet the other athletes. Today she sat at a table with some very well-muscled Latvian bobsledders that flirted heavily with her and had her questioning her resolve regarding celibacy until her event.

Until, that is, she saw Celine Marabout walk into the dining area, holding a tray and looking for a seat. She locked eyes with Ally again, and the American felt very strange. It wasn’t a hateful glare, it was almost covetous. Ally had seen that look before, but mostly from guys who wanted to sleep with her. Then Celine’s face broke into a smile that Ally found unnerving. It was the sort of smile a predator would give its prey.

After Celine turned to walk away, it occurred to Ally that the Frenchwoman might be a lesbian. Certainly plenty of female athletes were. But she thought that the Celine would have to be pretty twisted to have a thing for her archrival like that. Then again, wasn’t that what that hockey TV series was about? Either way, it didn’t matter, Ally was thoroughly straight, and Celine could look all she wanted, but was never going to get to touch.

The French skier joined a group at the far end of the dining hall where what seemed like most of the other top skiers in the world were already sitting. Ally was surprised at the warm welcome Celine received there. A couple of the Austrian girls even kissed her. It looked to Ally from a distance like it was on the mouth. Europeans did stuff like that, she supposed. But it wasn’t as if Ally was the only skier whose hand the woman had refused to shake. What had she done to ingratiate herself?

***

The next day Ally was back in her element, on the slopes for the last Training Run before her first event, the Downhill. The run was timed, but Ally wasn’t particularly interested in going the fastest, instead tinkering with different lines in different areas of the course. Most of all, she liked feeling the snow and the mountain flying by underneath her skis, feeling completely in control and also out of control at the same time.

After her own run, she watched Celine’s. The Frenchwoman took a technically perfect line all the way down the hill, but still wasn’t quite as fast as Ally. The bitch had to learn to let her hair down a little, thought Ally with a smirk.

Celine screamed in frustration when she saw her time. Her teammates all rushed over to encourage her in the finish area, fawning over a woman Ally knew they wouldn’t have given the time of day to a year ago. But her rival brushed off her teammates and poled over to her coach, with whom she had an animated conversation in French.

Several minutes later, an 19-year-old Canadian girl named Rosie Bowman came down the mountain a couple tenths of a second faster than either of them. She was a blonde with two pigtails and flushed cheeks, who couldn’t stop smiling at her success. Ally remembered when she was that age, going all-out on every training run. Nobody remembered who was fastest on these things, which was why they tended to be won by hungry up-and-comers like this.

She watched as the happy young skier hugged her boyfriend at the edge of the finish area, and even felt a slight twinge of jealousy. To be young, dumb, and probably getting filled with cum on a regular basis, she thought wistfully. Suddenly startled at the thought, she shook her head hard. Why was she so horny all of a sudden? She had more important things to deal with.

Ally gave a television interview while the runs were still going on. She said she felt good on her run and took the opportunity to thank her parents and God. She was asked about whether she was feeling the pressure of being the favorite, and answered, “All I can control is my own performance, my own body. Everything else is destiny, and you can’t question destiny.” She flashed her bright smile at millions of viewers.

As the TV crew thanked her and moved over to talk to her teammate Lexi, she looked over to see Celine talking to Rosie Bowman. The Canadian girl nodded vigorously at something the Frenchwoman said, seemingly thrilled that one of the best skiers in the world was paying attention to her. The two of them then left the finish area together.

Ally wondered if she should have done that, reached out to the youngster. She was never good at that stuff, too much in her own world. Anyway, it wasn’t like the Americans were the most popular team on the circuit these days. But she had to wonder, was Celine extending a hand up, or was she trying to sabotage the competition?

Lexi bounced up to her, thrilled that she was going to be on TV. Ally smiled and forgot about Celine and the Canadian girl for now.

***

With the Downhill the next day, Ally got in a light workout at one of the Village’s gyms and then headed back to her and Lexi’s room to try and go to bed early and get some rest. She didn’t change before making the trip, enjoying showing off her taut stomach and, let’s say, her well-developed glutes in a sports bra and shorts. She hadn’t always enjoyed other people looking at her body, but something about it was doing it for her right this second for whatever reason. It must be her nerves about her races that were causing her random feelings of arousal, she thought. Well, maybe she just needed to find creative outlets like this.

She was thus feeling pretty good when she walked up to her and Lexi’s door and opened it, and walked in.

“Hey Lex, are you gonna take a shower, because I was hoping…”

Ally stopped mid-sentence when she got into the room, her mouth hanging open at what she saw but no sound coming out. Lexi was on all fours, her naked ass in the air, while she lovingly licked Celine Marabout’s pussy. Celine sat in the room’s single comfy chair, completely nude, legs spread, with the bearing of a queen.