Ep 2, Scene 3 Track Meet Challenge (2-4/5)

Challenge Scene
Trapped in a group of young athletes, serra gets some release.
Status: Serra (1/8), Unwanted attention, Public Relations nightmare.
Complexity: 5 Difficulty: 7

The warm-up ended in a blur. Before Serra could even catch her breath, the reporters vanished like a tide pulling back, replaced by the booming call of the announcer summoning runners to the line for the 500m. The energy shifted, cheers sharpening, tension tightening, the whole stadium leaning in.

Starting positions for this heat were randomized. Naomi’s name was called early, earning her the coveted spot at the front of the pack. Serra felt her stomach sink lower with each new name until—finally—hers. She jogged forward and wedged herself into the middle row, boxed in on all sides. Male and female bodies pressed tightly all around her.

Serra swallowed hard. The talisman had been humming all morning, and after the steamy photo session, her body was already keyed up and oversensitive. Her nipples were painfully sore from being so hard. She was glad she wasn’t bent over at the starting line as Serra worried that she might have completely soaked her tight running shorts. God she was horny, but she needed to concentrate!

Push Your Limits: 2d6 + Spirit = 8 (Success)

The power she’d been borrowing from the amulet threaded through her veins now—warm, restless, impossible to ignore. But what worried her more wasn’t what she felt; it was what she sensed in the people pressed against her. Everywhere she looked she saw signs that the stadium was charged with emotion. Stolen glances that lasted too long. Hands and fingers that brushed to intimately and everyone was excited, or angry about something.

She heard it first: a quick, surprised intake of breath to her left. Then another on her right, a startled shiver cutting through the tight formation of bodies. Serra’s skin prickled as if the air itself had changed temperature.

A ripple of agitation ran through the packed crowd. A few athletes shifted, too abruptly for ordinary pre-race nerves. Further down the field, two rival mascots—standing nowhere near the track—suddenly lunged at one another, shouting nonsense as staff hurried to pull them apart.

“What the hell…?” someone muttered behind Serra.

Serra strained to see.

Two rival mascots were chest-to-chest on the sideline. One wore an adorable kitten costume. She looked like a cheer leader with foam mittens, cat ears sticking out of the side of her head and a tail that disappeared underneath her short skirt. The other looked like a play boy bunny girl.
These two were from schools that had a decades long rivalry and they were suddenly squared off. Pushing their tits into each other and yelling profanities. Then Kitty slapped the bunny mascot in the face, hard with her foam mitten!
Bunny shoved hard enough for Kitty to go down.
“Whoa, whoa, knock it off!” a volunteer shouted, trying to wedge himself between them. But it was too late, as Others were joining in the fight!

All of the runners were crowding around Serra trying to get a view of the chaotic brawl that was happening. She felt the bodies pressed close to her.

A runner jostled her from the side—an accidental bump, nothing unusual—and the moment their arms brushed, Serra felt the amulet’s magic jump. A spark, subtle but undeniable, transferred through the contact like static.

The girl gasped and moaned, eyes going briefly unfocused before they pulled themselves together. The arousing magic of the amulet of power was being transferred from Serra to those she touched! And Serra was touching alot of people right now.

The fight got even more chaotic when the cheerleaders and band members got involved….
One of the tuba players lurched forward to help, slipped on a fallen megaphone, and toppled sideways into the drumline. Drums crashed. Cymbals clanged. One terrified clarinetist shrieked and swung her instrument like a club.
The cheer captain lunged to pull her squad up—right as a panicking band kid whipped around with a tenor drum still strapped to his chest. The drum slammed into her hip, and she snapped back with a tackle that sent them both crashing into the mascot dogpile.
Someone had ripped a girl's top off and was holding it up high in the air like a trophy as the audience cheered the chaotic melee.

As everyone in the pack of runners crowded together to get a better view. More and more people were coming into contact with Serra. Soon they were not just the accidental touches of people in a crowed. Serra felt someone grope her ass.

Serra didn’t want to say anything and draw attention, so she reached behind her to try and remove the offending hand….

Push Your Limits: 2d6 + Spirit = 6 (Partial Success)

But instead of a hand, she grabbed a cock. She didn't mean to, but her hands lingered there. She was just so fucking horny she couldn't help it. She could feel how long and girthy it was though the boys athletic shorts. He was really fucking hard, and he groaned as soon as Serra touched him.

‘Oh no I am causing him to be like this’ she thought. Its not fair for me to leave him like this. The hand kept rubber in behind through the thin red shorts she wore. Was it his hand, or was it someone else's?

Push Your Limits: 2d6 + Spirit = 8 (Success)

Serra was distracted by the fight. ‘If I just give him a bit of a rub, he will probably stop’

The fight had gotten completely out of control, but now officials were breaking it up. The kitty and bunny were still at it though.
Kitty was on her knees and elbows as Bunny was pressing her face into the ground. Kitty tried to gasp for air, but it came out in moans and pants as Bunny was behind her and had started humping the poor girl.

The hand kneading Serra's ass got more daring, and she decided that they belonged to a different person, the one she was jerking off through shorts. Whoever was rubbing her bum must have been on their knees now as she could feel two hands pressing up as they massaged her ass. Every time their hands pressed up Serra could feel the lips of her dripping pussy part, and her hole widened a bit with need.

Fuck… this felt so good. Other hands joined. The entire throng of runners were all feeling and kissing each other. Multiple hands joined roaming over Serra's body.

She fished the cock out of the running shorts and started really jerking the guy off. She felt someone bite down on her nipple and she was kissing more then one person switching between who ever happened to be closest.

The person feeling up her ass started using his mouth at first on her thigh licking up the juices that were flowing through her inner thighs. The licks trailed up until they were lapping at her cunt. 'yes! Right there!' Serra squealed.

The fight was almost over. Someone bit Serra’s nipple and she had to put her free hand over her own mouth so no one in the crowd would hear her moan as she orgasmed. She was furious jerking the cock behind her now and the man pulled down her shorts enough so he could cum all over her ass.

Rivers of hot sticky jizz flowed between her ass cheeks but at least the man had the decency not to cum on the outside of her shorts.

The officials got everyone reorganized and soon the race started. All of the runners acted as if nothing had happened during the fight.