The prize

Spike couldn't help but smile. All the lights, the smoke, the shadows, and the fireworks. It was all over the top, but at the same time, it was all a treat. Even as he walked onto the stage, he could see Twilight, Luna, and Celestia casting a spell to make sure the members of the audience would interpret this all as nothing more than a lucid dream, just in case. And as a final precaution, a quick question from himself made sure this whole event wouldn't blow the lid off their entire conspiracy, allowing him to indulge in the public orgy that they had planned.

He could see Rarity smiling at him from the judges. The devilish look in her eye was both beautiful and perverted. How such a perfect, beautiful mare like her could hold such a perverted, lustful mind was always beyond him, but he loved her even more because of it. He could also see the three princesses out of the corner of their eyes, smiling encouragingly at him. Twilight with admiration, Celestia with a perverse eagerness, and Luna with a grateful smile. But, of course, his attention was mostly directed at the four Wonderbolts before him.

The contest had been set up in part so that they could win. He knew that Rainbow Dash, Granny MILF, and Mayor Mare had engineered things so that the Wonderbolts would win behind the scenes. A necessity to ensure he had this group of new slaves to enjoy. The Wonderbolts were, in some ways, the next best thing to a military in Equestria after the Royal Guard, and they couldn't be allowed to rally resistance to his future rule.

Well, perhaps they could, Spike did not doubt that between the five alicorn Princesses and the powers of the Roots, his victory was inevitable, but he didn't want his conquest to be bloody. No one deserved to die for his rule to come about. And besides, there were good reasons for taking the Wonderbolts under his sway. That much was clear from the three of them standing across from him.

First of all was Rainbow Dash, easily the most confident of all the Wonderbolts. She was grinning like a wolf, and panting ever so slightly. Spike had heard from certain reputable sources that she'd been pent up lately, the poor thing. Spike couldn't help but pity her, but in his defence, there were simply too many other slaves who also needed his attention. It was one of the struggles of the Master of the Horde.

Next to Rainbow Dash was Misty Fly. She had started the contests so nervously, and she was still a little shy, but Angel Cake seemed to have cured her of many of her jitters. She now stood straight, even if she shook a little in anticipation. Her eyes no longer resisted the urge to spy the outline of his cock, though she still had the good grace to blush. Then there was Fleetfoot, who was a bit like Applejack in build, being the most muscular out of the four Wonderbolts. She was forcing a big smile on her face, but her knees wobbled in anticipation.

Then there was Spitfire, the one doing the best to contain her nerves behind a good poker face. Easily the bustiest out of the four Wonderbolts, Spike could see her nipples propping hard and firm through her uniform. Rainbow Dash said she'd been manipulating them, making sure they understood that a true Wonderbolt would beg for the opportunity to serve him. It was time to put that to the test.

“I assume you’re all ready for this.” It was a statement, not a question, to avoid triggering the Root of Honesty. He saw something flicker in each of their eyes; they were each nervous. It was like the air was thick with icy tension. The four Wonderbolts looked at each other; even the famously confident Spitfire had her mouth dry. It seemed in all their desperation to win, they had put little actual thought into what came next. Something that was now seemingly an overwhelming thought.

It was Rainbow Dash who broke the tension, slapping Spitfire on the back with a hearty smile. "Come on, girls, we didn't come all this way just to back down now. Each of you, take position, and let our Master take his choice."

Rainbow led by example, turning on her heel and stripping off her costume. Her lithe butt stood high and proud as the tips of her fingers touched her toes. She looked back at Spike with a challenging smirk. "You want to go for the hot stuff, right away, stud? Or are you looking for a bit of an appetizer?"

The other Wonderbolts were quick to follow her example. Each of them was vibrating with nerves as they offered their asses to him in a rainbow collared display of different Wonderbolt asses. Spike could see their pussy drip down their thighs as they waited, some more anxious than others to receive his magnificent cock. Spike deliberately took his time choosing, keeping them in agonising suspense as long as possible. His hand rubbed across their Cutie Marks as he examined the textures of the various behinds on offer to him, relishing the soft grunts and coos as each Wonderbolt shivered under his touch.

He made his choice to begin with Misty Fly; her soft ass cheeks were what he craved at the moment. And her soft moans as she felt his thumbs spread her cheeks were like those of an Angel. Speaking of which... "My daughter mentioned you, you know? She said a sweet little thing like you was irresistible to her, especially because she knew she could corrupt you. What do you think my chances are?"

He started to slide his girthy, meaty draconic cock into Misty Fly's pussy. The poor girl shrieked to the heavens as he slid inside, even as he went slowly. He didn't want to overwhelm the poor mare too quickly. According to Angel Cake, she had been the one to take her virginity. So, this would be the first time taking a dick, and Spike's cock was legendary. "Oh...oh gosh... oh sweet, sweet Celestia..."

Her moans were like Fluttershy's, breathy and ****. Her face was fixed straight ahead, as if she were afraid of seeing a monstrous head attached to Spike's monstrous cock. Though Spike could tell that even if he was a monster, Misty Fly could not bear to refuse him when his dick was this good. The other Wonderbolts were looking at him and their teammate with awe and a not-so-subtle hint of envy, whilst the crowd, much of which had been enchanted by the Root of Honesty to crave Emerald Dragons, was practically entranced.

"You know, she doesn't have to do this alone. You two are free to help. Rainbow Dash, if you would give them instructions?" Spike said shrewdly, and Rainbow Dash's beaming smile became even wider, getting to her feet and clapping her hands with a delighted smile.

"Alright, girls, get up. Our Master might be busy spearing Misty Fly with his fat cock, but his balls are going unattended to and we've got a duty to serve them. It's our job as Wonderbolts and Master's slaves." She barked, as if she was the captain of the Wonderbolts. Spitfire didn’t seem to mind, she just seemed glad to be told how best to serve their new Master.

Spitfire and Fleetfoot knelt before Spike, their hands resting on Misty Fly’s legs as they looked up at Spike with glassy eyes. Those eyes were gazing at his cock for the first time in person, glazing over as if they’d seen the face of a god. Each of them were almost as amazed by the sight of his balls, their tongues started to lick it, both were tentative but nevertheless it felt good. Distantly, Spike could hear the crowd roar as his darling Rarity blew him kisses. he waved back with a grin, but his focus remained concentrated on the girl he was fucking. His daughter Angel had been right, she was certainly a good fuck, then again, Spike had never met a girl who wasn’t.

“Oh, I know that face.” Rainbow Dash said grinning. She herself had squatted before Misty Fly so that their eyes were level. “He’s about to cum in you now, going to shoot a gallon of dragon cum into you now.”

“He’s- he’s going to cum in me?” Misty Fly said, her cheeks blushing a rosy red. “Will I get pregnant?”

“Not unless he wants you to, but don’t worry if he does, ‘cause having his daughter is a hell of a prize.” Rainbow Dash assured her, grinning as she looked up at Spike. Spike admittedly had little plans to impregnate Misty Fly, breedings were saved for special cases, but nonetheless, he enjoyed keeping her in suspense.

“Here it comes.” Spike said, his tone gentle but teasing. Though he could not see it, from the way her body lurched, he could tell that Misty Fly's eyes were going wide and it was only thanks to Rainbow Dash's quick reflexes that the girl remained trapped between her lips when Spike finally came. His orgasm was enough to trigger a simultaneous orgasm in the pegasus mare as she too let out screams of ecstasy. Though those screams had been muffled by Rainbow Dash's tongue, Spike could still hear them, and like the sounds of any orgasm, they were like music to his ears.

The crowd was getting more and more ecstatic as Spike pulled his dragon dick out of the pegasus's pussy. Catcalls, cheers, chants were breaking out through the crowd. He'd remembered how with the Root of Honesty that the entirety of Ponyville had been conditioned to find Emerald Dragons like himself as more attractive than any other race. Even if for the sake of security, he'd used the Root of Honesty to ensure they wouldn't talk about the Diamond Games until he's conquered Equestria, he knew that this would be the source of many masturbation fantasies for years to come.

He pulled his dick out of Misty Fly's pussy, still hard even after delivering such a huge load of cum, but now slick with the stains of his own cum and Misty Fly's honey. The smell was intoxicating, and only grew better with the presence of the other mare's cum on it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Rarity in the crowd, Celestia suspiciously missing from her place in the judge's tent, though a rather large horn could barely be spotted poking out from under the table, between Rarity's thighs. Through the almost painfully intense arousal on her face, Rarity was able to mouth four words out: 'Go get them, tiger'.

Needing no further invitation, Spike obeyed the wishes of his girlfriend and favourite ****. Opting to leave the best for last, he opted for Fleetfoot next. She only barely had time to register that his tasty balls were pulled away from her subservient lips before she felt the full **** of his monster cock ramming down her throat. Fleetfoot had little experience with blowjobs, never mind a cock as magnificent or as huge as Spike's, but she took it all the same. Her proud and confident expression seemed to evaporate beneath the weight and power of Spike's massive, girthy cock.

Rainbow Dash had told Spike about Fleetfoot's confidence before, and whilst at the time Spike and his friends had merely teased Rainbow Dash for being a bit of a hypocrite, it did inspire something in him. A need to dominate this mare, and to establish once and for all who was the Master and who was the ****. So, he thrust particularly savagery here, not enough to hurt, of course, but enough to make her eyes water from a need to breathe, though he suspected there were also tears of joy hidden within.

"Rainbow Dash told me about you. About all of you, actually. She seemed to think you were a bit of a rival, she wanted to see you taken down a peg." Spike growled, with a grin. He could hear muffled moans of delight mixed with indignation. A need to protest against an unfair treatment, mixed with a **** craving for that unfair treatment.

"Well, maybe I exaggerated just a tad." Rainbow Dash said, pressing her breasts against Spike's side. The breasts were a respectable handful since the potion wore off, though in truth, Spike was spoiled for choice ever since he’d stumbled onto the Root of Honesty in the first place. Never being without a pair of S-tier tits had rather soured his view on anything but the most perfectly shaped tits. Though, that’s not to say he was disappointed with them.

“All the same, Fleetfoot’s throat is a delightfully tight hole, and I think she’s enjoying me ramming my cock down it, like a good little Wonderbolt.” Spike said, seizing a handful of Fleetfoot’s snow-white hair and pulling her deeper onto his cock. Her muffled moans betrayed her arousal at his forceful touch.

“Look at her gush.” Rainbow Dash said, spanking the flank of her teammate. “Captain, I think someone needs to mop up Fleetfoot’s juices before she causes a mess.”

“Yeah… yeah I guess I should.” Spitfire said, looking uncharacteristically nervous. Her eyes kept darting towards the crowd, and her movements seemed almost robotic as moved towards Fleetfoot’s drooling pussy. She made no effort to protest of course, yet Spike could sense her nervousness.

“You seem nervous, Spitfire.” Spike said, carefully attempting to avoid accidentally triggering the Root of Honesty. His hip thrusts became slower as he diverted his attention towards Spitfire.

“Just… the first time… Master.” Spitfire said, between licks to Fleetfoot’s pussy. “First time jitters, and in front of a crowd and everything.”

“A virgin? The badass coach of the Wonderbolts is a virgin?!” Rainbow Dash shrieked. Coming from someone else, this may have been mistaken for mockery, but the wild grin on Rainbow Dash’s face made it clear that it was simply excitement.

“Uh huh…” Spitfire murmured, lacking her usual drill instructor confidence.. “When it comes to cock, I mean. Rainbow Crash always made us fuck the other girls on the team. But this is the first time I’ve ever dealt with a real cock.”

“Damnm Master, two virginities in one day. I’d say it was a record but it’s probably a Tuesday for you.” Rainbow Dash giggled, which caused Spike to laugh as well.

“You’re not too far from the truth there, Rainbow Dash.” Spike said, one hand still grabbing Fleetfoot’s mane, whilst the other hand moved to cop a feel of Rainbow Dash’s ass. Something that was enough to send Rainbow Dash into a chaotic flurry of delighted giggles as her brain struggled to adapt to the sheer pleasure her body had been programmed to do. "And I don't think it's fair to keep her waiting. WHAT DO YOU ALL THINK?!"

The crowd roared, their approval echoing in the air like the drumbeat of an army. Cheers, catcalls and shouts of encouragement filled the air, much to Spike's delight. He could feel Fleetfoot growing more **** as her lungs started to burn from being **** to take the full **** of Spike's mammoth cock down her throat. He could see her eyes start watering even as she was desperately pushing past any instinct to free herself from his cock in order to keep sucking his glorious and divine gift.

"You're such a loyal and determined cock sucker. Time for your reward." Spike growled. Even with her mouth filled with his cock, Spike could feel Fleetfoot's approval radiating off her. She nodded as much as she could as her eyes radiated with nothing but absolute lust and loyalty. Spike did not wait much longer, gallons of his semen, each drop worth more than pounds of gold in the eyes of his slaves, filled her throat and stomach. The sheer ecstasy was enough to set off a hair trigger reaction and in no time at all, Fleetfoot was also cumming, her juices sprayed all over Spitfire's face, lips and neck as the Captain of the erotic team dutifully tried to lick up every drop she could taste.

"Th-fank you M-Master." Fleetfoot gasped, eyes going glassy as she slurred through a mouthful of cum. Her hands were cupped beneath her mouth, **** not to let even a single drop fall onto the floor and be wasted. Unfortunately for her, Misty Fly had noticed how much of his precious cum had been smeared on Fleetfoot's face, tits and neck, and she had a much more efficient way of collecting it. Her tongue was like wildfire, **** to consume as much of Spike's delicious cum that she could get her dirty tongue on. Fleetfoot was able to forgive her though, especially when that dirty tongue found its way down her throat.

Spike allowed himself to smile briefly at the mare on mare action before him, before his attention shifted to Spitfire herself. She was lying on the floor now, looking nothing like the loud, ruthless drill sergeant that she normally was. She was flat on her back, hands upstretched with her legs spread. Her teeth were biting hard into her lips as her eyes looked uncharacteristically ****.

"I never knew you had such a submissive side, coach." Rainbow Dash laughed, her grin so wide it threatened to split her in half. "I think I like it."

"S-shut up, Rainbow Crash." Spitfire half spat, half murmured. But there was no real bite to her voice. Just an anticipation of what was about to come next. "I'm just doing my duty as a Wonderbolt."

"And getting pretty wet doing it, I see." Rainbow Dash said, kneeling down and spreading Spitfire's pussy for their Master's viewing pleasure. Rainbow Dash was like a cat, curled around Spitfire almost possessively though her tail was wagging like an excited little puppy, which had the not-so-unwelcome side effect of making her ass swish just a little bit around. "You want this, don't you, Captain. And it's not just because you're a Wonderbolt, is it?"

Rainbow Dash pinched one of her orange nipples, sending Spitfire howling in ecstasy. "She's so ****, Master. She desperately wants your cock and to give you her virginity."

"Hardly imaginable that Celestia once thought she could be a threat." Spike said, quietly enough that the crowd around them couldn't hear.

"Huh, what?" Spitfire gasped, head turning in confusion as her tormentors discussed this critical detail. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, I suppose that means Rainbow Dash hasn't told you yet." Spike assumed as he started fucking Spitfire. He went slowly, deliberately wanting to milk every moment of this and continue the conversation with Spitfire. "Celestia's never really cared about Equestria, never really been the noble Princess she pretends to be. It's all a lie, an elaborate scheme to prepare Equestria to one day be conquered by me."

"He's the true ruler of Equestria, our Master Spike will soon be sitting on Celestia's throne, with Celestia's fat tits wrapped around his cock. It's almost time to drop the pretence and have our Master rule openly. And Celestia was worried that a few ponies might be a bit of a problem, including you." Rainbow Dash explained, her wanton hands eagerly exploring Spitfire's breasts, and eagerly pinching her stiff nipples.

"I did notice a few things that were odd. Celestia was acting a little p-perverted." Spitfire gasped as Spike thrust particularly deeply. “And something about the games tonight felt s-staged.”

“Yeah, well, we couldn’t live with ourselves if you and the rest of the Wonderbolts didn’t get to know the thrill of serving this dragon dick.” Rainbow Dash said, her smirk wide, her hands greedily groping Spitfire’s breasts. “Sorry I couldn’t be upfront about the whole thing, but we didn't want any problems to be caused, Captain. Y'know, resistance movements and the like when our dearly beloved Master takes over Equestria."

"Yeah, yeah, I understand, Crash." Spitfire said, her speech slurred, her eyes glassy. The overwhelming pleasure she was receiving, in full public view of the crowd, was overwhelming her brain. The dick plunging her body was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She was feeling hazy, the rest of the world drowning out. At this moment, she couldn't remember much about Celestia or Equestria. Couldn't remember much about her team or the Wonderbolts. She couldn't really remember much of her own name in fact! All that seemed to matter to her was Spike, and the dragon's dick that was plunging into her. It was overwhelming her, the pleasure corrupting her, every cell in her body was crying out in ecstasy, as if this was a moment and feeling that she had been denied all her life.

"Keep fucking me! Please, Master." Spitfire slurred, her glassy eyes gazing up at her Master as if it was the face of Celestia herself, a divine presence that made her know that she had **** but to serve. ****, and no wish for a choice because why would she ever want anything else? "Cu-cumming, I-I think I'm cumming!"

"Don't worry, I'm cumming too!" Spike growled before he made good on his word and unleashed his dragon seed into her body. It was like ambrosia, every cell that received a taste of his cum seemed to sing like angels as it seemed to transform Spitfire body and soul. Her body came as well, as if it had been waiting for her Master's seed to do so, as if she knew on some instinctual level that it would be improper for a **** to cum before her Master. But when she did, it was a level of ecstasy beyond anything she'd ever experienced, her mind turning to mush and her brain rewiring itself so it knew she had only one purpose now. Serving Spike, obeying Spike, doing as Spike commanded.

"F-FUUUUCCKKKK!" Spitfire screamed to the sky. She was coming undone, and her screams would have been heard from Canterlot if Rainbow Dash had not been so quick as to wrap her own lips around Spitfire's lips and shove her tongue down her throat. An experience that Spitfire enjoyed all the more knowing that the sight would only please their Master.

In time though, a time that felt like an eternity, yet in time all the same, the orgasm and the rapturous bliss that came with it came to an end. Rainbow Dash pulled back with a grin. Spike had grown particularly adept at understanding the experience that his cock and orders could bring in his slaves, and could read them like an open book. Spitfire's first time had been particularly enjoyable for her, and Spike knew she'd never forget it. The experience would be burned into her mind. A moment that changed her life, utterly for the better.

"Three Wonderbolts down, one to go." Spike said grinning. He turned to Rainbow Dash who looked at Spike like a deer in headlights. She tried to hide it, but Spike had become a master at picking up the signs his slaves gave him. He could tell when their heart was racing, when their breathing was increasing, when their nipples were stiff and their pussy was dripping.

"You sure, Master? You think you can handle me after fucking three Wonderbolts at once?" Rainbow Dash teased, but she was already leaning back and spreading her legs. As much as she may have pretended to be cocky, there was no hiding the desperation in her eyes or the hope that she would be fucked again after all this time.

It really had been too long since Spike had fucked Rainbow Dash, the poor thing. He simply had too many slaves to keep track of and too many who needed his dick. And at the end of the day, every one of his slaves knew that they existed to serve him and not the other way around. And there was not a single **** in his harem who'd have it any other way. "I think you already know the answer to that question. You don't even need to ask."

He moved towards Rainbow Dash, seeing Misty Fly and Fleetfoot stirring and watching out of the corner of his eye. They looked curious, excited even. Spike guessed that Rainbow Dash was the one who'd led them into beginning this enterprise and had been seen as a source of confidence and determination for them. In the eyes of the Wonderbolts, Rainbow Dash was the epitome of the perverted, submissive, and eager **** for their Master. The truth might shock them, Rainbow Dash was just one of many slaves in his harem. Truth be told, Rainbow Dash wasn't even the most eager or perverted of them, especially when compared to the likes of Cadance, Celestia and especially his sweet Diamond, Rarity.

"You want to hurry up?" Rainbow Dash begged, her attempts to seem confident falling apart under his scrutiny. “You’ve been leaving me unsatisfied for weeks you know! I’ve been stuck fucking Applejack and other sluts, which, don’t get me wrong, I fucking love! But it can’t compare to your cock. We’re born to fuck it, and you’ve been leaving me dry.”

She was pleading, every cell in her body was vibrating like a poor addict going through withdrawal. Spike almost pitied her, if it weren’t for the fact that Rainbow was about to get everything she wanted.

“Don’t worry, Rainbow Dash.” Spike leaned down and pinned Rainbow Dash’s arms to the floor. “I’ll give you your fix.”

He plunged into Rainbow Dash’s pussy. Out of all of his and Rarity’s six closest friends, Rainbow Dash probably had the tightest cunt between them. There was something about how Rainbow Dash kept her cunt nice and tight, maybe a consequence of her athletic body. Or perhaps there was truth to Rainbow Dash’s claims that she simply hadn’t been fucked enough.

Thankfully, Spike was here to fix that. His cock was able to plunge in easily despite Rainbow Dash’s tightness. Spike’s cock, through multiple questions through the Root of Honesty, was borderline supernatural with its sexual prowess and beyond anything that Rainbow Dash or any other pony could ever hope to comprehend. No matter how tight Rainbow Dash’s pussy was, it was no match for the sheer power of Spike’s cock.

“OOHH FUCK YESS!” Rainbow Dash screamed, barely bothering with foreplay. She had never made any secret of the fact that she liked it rough, and that was what Spike was giving her by pounding her pussy like a sledgehammer. Her fellow Wonderbolts were going slack jawed at just how rough their Master could be, eyes bulging as they wondered how exactly Spike could fuck Rainbow Dash with a behemoth that size without splitting her in half.

But Spike paid them no mind, his focus was on Rainbow Dash’s face. He loved seeing her mind turn to mush, her every fibre of her being overwhelmed with ecstasy. “You need me. You’re **** to be fucked by me.”

“Uh huh, fuck, this is the life!” Rainbow Dash moaned, head rolling in ecstasy. Spike smiled in his savage glee. Soon enough he was cumming, and Rainbow Dash was cumming too.

At that moment, unknown to Spike, time froze. A confused Rainbow Dash looked around, outraged at the interruption, or at least she would be if it weren’t for the fact that time had paused just when she was cumming and therefore the full weight of her orgasm was felt constantly through the paused time.

“Thought you might appreciate that.” Flurry Heart said, gracefully gliding onto the stage. Only Rainbow Dash reacted to her, though, everyone else was frozen.

“Wha-what are y-you doing?!” Rainbow Dash howled, eyes rolling into her skull. Sheer ecstasy unlike anything she had ever felt filled her, it felt so good but she was worried she might be torn apart.

“Don’t worry, I won’t keep you like this for long.” Flurry Heart said with a coy smile not unlike Celestia’s. Despite her words, she seemed to be taking her sweet time, enjoying the moments of silence. “But I have a message to deliver.”

“Y-you going to share it, or do you just like seeing me l-ike this. FUCCK!”

“A little bit of column A, a little bit from column B. But in all seriousness, my dear Rainbow Dash, I wanted to let you know that your plan was a success.” Flurry Heart said, with a melodic chuckle.

“Y-you don’t say?” Rainbow Dash’s eyes were like rolling into her skull from the sheer pleasure.

“Yes, well beyond simply getting our Master to cum your brains out, I’m delighted to announce that Mayor Mare and Granny Milf have both announced a huge increase of ponies signing up to visit their strip clubs in Ponyville. So, their fears that they will be driven out of business have been unfounded.”

“Oh-oh, I’m so fucking happy for them!” Rainbow Dash screamed, her orgasm one of complete pleasure yet complete agony as it was kept unnaturally long. Flurry Heart couldn’t help but enjoy Rainbow Dash’s torment, as did Rainbow Dash, no matter how much she might try to deny it. "Re-really? Give them my regards."

Flurry Heart chuckled, her big blue eyes hungrily taking over the lewd display before her. "So, I'm assuming you're satisfied with the Root of Loyalty’s effects?"

Rainbow Dash's frustrations gave way to sincere gratitude. She nodded, even in her orgasm filled mind. "Uh-huh, you skanky bitch. Yeah, it worked like a treat. I'm guessing you're here to take it back, now?"

"You're smarter than I thought." Flurry Heart clapped her hands together with a smile. "Yes, you've done your part and it's time for the power of the Root to return to Twilight. She has big plans for it after all, a part to play in our Master's designs."

"Ah fuck, well it was fun whilst it-FUCK-fucking lasted." Rainbow Dash gasped, hips bucking. She allowed Flurry Heart to take the power of the Root of Loyalty back, albeit reluctantly.

"Thank you for your understanding, Rainbow Dash." Flurry Heart said, turning on her heel and giving a little wave. "Ta-ta."

With that, she left and Rainbow Dash soon held the record for the longest orgasm in history. Not that anyone would ever know.

A/N: Another chapter done, next time it's going to be another vote chapter. This was more of a struggle to get through than I thought, but it's done now. Suggestions for interlude chapters are welcome, though I think I have some ideas.

Any suggestions, feedback, and constructive criticism are welcome.

And special thanks to ShadowLDrago and Jonathan Stag for proofreading this chapter.