Keijo Tournament

The final round was here, and Spitfire could feel her heart thundering in her chest, even more than other challenges in this tournament or any tournament she had ever partaken in. None of them had the same stakes that this one had and it was enough to make anyone's head start spinning. Suddenly, Spitfire felt like she was back to when she had first tried out for the Wonderbolts, back when she had still been as new to the job as Rainbow Dash, and as shy as Misty Fly. It was all so shocking, they'd entered this contest simply for the honour of the Wonderbolts but now they'd be competing for the honour of serving a dragon Master. It was all so surprising.

But it shouldn't have been, should it? Spitfire was feeling an odd sense of vertigo. Certainly, she had never thought when she had entered the contest that it would turn out like this, but hadn't Rainbow Dash been right when she said that no true Wonderbolt would back down from a contest? They had to win. And Rainbow Dash had also been right when she had said that the Wonderbolts always wanted the prize, always wanted to go for gold, right? That made sense, they'd always been so competitive. And Rainbow Dash had also said the Wonderbolts were always loyal to Princess Celestia and the other Princesses. That much went without saying, right? There was no doubt there, they'd always been the strongest advocates of the Princesses.

So why did it feel like her entire life had been turned upside down, when, logically, all of this should be just standard Wonderbolt practice? Why did everything feel off?

These concerns gnawed at her, even as she took her place on the Keijo platform. Each of the teams had been spread out, not kept side to side like in the wrestling match. This time each of them would be on their own and have to make their way towards each other. The platform itself was a thin array of planks sprawled together like a maze, each one thin yet strong. There was a constant risk of falling into the cool water below them, but it wouldn't be hard to jump to the next plank either. Though with Spitfire's new busty body, she wasn't sure she wanted to take the risk.

"THE SEXY AND SENSUOUS TRIXIE would like to invite each and every one of you sexy beasts to the FINALE of the DIAMOND GAMES!" Trixie howled into the microphone and the crowd went wild. It was only now that Spitfire quite appreciated how most of the viewers appeared to be mares. She had heard a rumour that the ponies of Ponyville and the Crystal Empire had an attraction to Emerald Dragons like Spike here and they'd probably enjoy seeing his harem expand. Spitfire was starting to feel a little sympathetic to them.

"The final task will be a Keijo tournament. For those ponies in the audience who don't know, the game is much like our previous wrestling contest but with some key differences. First of all, orgasms and cumshots are no longer enough to lose the contest, so our contestants will be free to cum their pants off as much as they want!" Trixie declared, and Spitfire had never heard such passion in such a vulgar statement.

"Cum the pants off?"

"Hush, Starlight, Trixie was in the moment. Trixie just said the first thing that popped into Trixie's head." Trixie whispered, unlikely to be aware that the microphone was picking up her every word.

"The rules of the tournament will be as simple as they are sweet. If you fall into the water, you lose, there should only be touching skin with your breasts and butt, anything else is illegal and would result in a penalty. The last team to have even one winner left standing at the end will be the winner. No Pegasus wings or Unicorn magic. Is that all clear?" Starlight asked the crowd who all responded with a huge cheer.

"Oh, right! The prize! Umm..." Trixie coughed awkwardly into the microphone. "The prize is a prize that any mare in Ponyville would die for. The specular chance to serve as a submissively splendid **** to Spike. It's a chance- alliteration is important, Starlight- um... it's a chance that most mares would give their lives to achieve. To become the sexy **** to a brilliant Master. And, of course, for those that are slaves already, the chance to be in for an all night orgy with their Master and their team!"

So, Rainbow hadn't been kidding. Spitfire squatted into position, her trained eyes darting to those closest to her, Pinkie Pie and that Pumpkin Cake woman. Two skilled strippers she knew, that she was in for a rough time. She was already plotting out a path through the maze of platforms. She didn't like the way Pinkie Pie was eyeing her and was already plotting an escape route. She just wished she could see where she was stepping. These new breasts Zecora had given her were no doubt large and impressive but they also had the side effect of not letting her see her feet. She hoped they would still be effective weapons in the games. Her teammates were counting on her.

"THE SEXY, THE TANTALIZING, THE TIT-TASTIC GAMES ARE ABOUT TO BEGIN!" Trixie screamed into the mic with all the passion she had. "THREE! TWO! ONE! GOOO!"

All the contestants set off with such a speed that the untrained eye would have barely been able to see it. The strippers, Wonderbolts and all the other contestants all were sent shooting in each direction, hearts pounding in their throats. The platforms were narrow, and they criss-crossed like a maze. It was somewhat difficult to navigate, especially when under pressure, but the other side was within jumping distance. But to do so would have risked falling into the water below. Probably intentional, now that Spitfire thought about it.

"BOOBY SURPRISE!"

Spitfire barely had time to react as she looked over her shoulder to see that Pinkie was soaring towards her with a manic smile on her face, her two huge pink breasts were lifted high in her hands as she soared. Spitfire's feet worked on instinct, lunging to the side, and it was only thanks to years of training as a Wonderbolt that she was able to avoid falling into the water. Pinkie Pie, for her part, seemed to be no slouch in the reflex department either. When she had missed Spitfire, she had grabbed onto the platform like an orangutan and swung back onto her platform.

"Oooh, that was like a super good dodge, really good, I think you might be fun to fight." Pinkie grinned. She was approaching, her hips and breasts swaying almost menacingly, as if Pinkie was wielding them like clubs. The manic smile on her face was unnerving.

"Yeah, well, the Wonderbolts have come too far to give up now." Spitfire said defiantly, trying to analyse a chink in Pinkie's technique.

"Oh yeah, that's right. You girls aren't slaves yet, are you? Well, let me say it's the absolute bestest thing ever! Everyone's so happy being part of one super large, loving harem where we all work together pleasing our Dragon Daddy Master. Ooh, 'Dragon Daddy Master' I've never called Spikey that before, but it sounds like a really cool name and he'll-OOF!"

Spitfire had taken the opportunity Pinkie Pie had unwittingly given her to try her new breasts to push Pinkie off the edge. To Spitfire's surprise, despite her new tits' huge size and weight, they weren't as unwieldy as she feared. Perhaps a part of Zecora's own magic? Spitfire didn't complain though, since the **** of her new tits was almost enough to push Pinkie off the edge. She was now wobbling on the tips on her toes, hands waving as she tried to steady herself.

Spitfire pressed her advantage, surprising herself with how easily she seemed able to adapt to her new tits she surged forwards and swung her body around in a 360 degree turn, her tits flying with her like a flail. Pinkie Pie only had a few moments for her eyes to widen as she was thrown into the water. When she resurfaced, her bubbly hair was now stuck to her head and she was spitting out water.

"Ooh, good one!" Pinkie Pie said, a thumb in the air as she treaded water. "You must REALLY want to be Spike's ****. Well, I won't get in the way."

"And it's an early win for the Wonderbolts, one of the finest from Canterlot has been thrown in the water early on. This will definitely shorten the odds on team Wonderbolt!" Trixie cheered into the microphone as the crowd went wild. "The Canterlots are really feeling the loss of their leader and best stripper from back home. Such a shame the Princess of Whores couldn't join them tonight."

"Our judges felt that might be a little unfair to the other contestants." Starlight added diplomatically.

Spitfire's satisfaction in her victory cost her however. In the next moment, she could feel a great weight crashing into her back, throwing her off her feet. She was sent flying over the platform, and it was only thanks to her wild arms that she was able to catch the platform at the other side. A brief glance over the shoulder revealed that it was none other than the same stripper who had pole danced before. The same one with a colossal, almost nightmarishly sexy ass.

"Hmpf... don't think I need that party prancing fool in order to win this little tournament. I can win it by myself." The stripper gloated, her head held high and a pompous gloat.

"I'm coming, Spitfire!" Rainbow Dash yelled, but she was soon finding herself stuck behind Mrs Cake and Pear Butter who were working as a tag team, their hips swaying in perfect rhythm as if they were brandishing weapons.

"Sorry, sweetie, but you can't expect us to make it easy for you." Mrs Cake said, but her seductive eyes showed little trace of genuine sympathy.

"I do hope you won't hold it against me, dear. I would hate for my relationship with my daughter-in-law to get off on the wrong foot." Pear Butter added, her sympathy seemed at least a little more sincere.

"You think you're going to stop me?" Rainbow Dash asked, before, in her signature reckless style, she charged forwards with her enhanced colossal tits to attempt to wrestle the two MILFs by herself. Certainly they were taken by surprise and stumbled back, but neither one looked as if they might be at risk of falling off the platform.

"Your future daughter-in-law's quite the firecracker, Pear Butter." Mrs Cake admitted, as her asscheeks soon found themselves wrestling with Rainbow Dash's bust.

"I suspect it'll make the sex quite explosive." Pear Butter agreed as she swung her body in a 180 degree turn, using her huge tits like a club. Spitfire had to give it to Rainbow, her agility skills were far from all talk, as she was able to nimbly dodge the MILF's attack, managing to swing under the platforms and get behind the MILFs. Sadly for Spitfire the two cougars weren't going to let her get away that easily, forcing Spitfire to fend for herself.

She could see out of the corner of her right eye that Fleetfoot and Misty Fly had found each other and were working together. But they two were against another local Ponyville pair. This time the two half sisters, Pumpkin Cake and Angel Cake, were working together against them. Misty Fly was taking on the former and was doing quite well against the least experienced of the Cake sisters. Fleetfoot though was handling Angel Cake much less well, in fact the half dragon seemed to be almost toying with her.

"And one, two, three. One, two, three." Angel Cake purred, dancing around Fleetfoot's attempts to strike her off the platform in a kind of dance. Even in platform heels she seemed to have the grace of a ballerina.

"Stand still, you little bitch." Fleetfoot growled as she tried to swing her ass at Angel Cake only for her to pivot out her way in an effortless twirl, no small feat when the platforms were as thin as they were.

"Aw, but my dear, I'm having ever so much fun. I wouldn't want our game to end too soon, and I rather like playing with you." She purred, her voice like sinful honey. "And besides, I know you like watching me dance."

Spitfire looked to her last hope to help her up, but was quickly disappointed when she managed to find Soarin’ flying off the platform and into the water.

"Oh dear, she might be called a Nightmare but her ass is the stuff of DREAMS! Enough to shove the first Wonderbolt in the game into the drink!" Trixie shouted as the horny crowd went wild.

"Trixie!" Starlight hissed, likely unaware that she was still being picked up by the mic. "Her disguise exists for a reason, we're not supposed to use it in the commentary!"

"Oops. Sorry, Starlight."

Spitfire had no time to ruminate on the implications of the commentary. She knew now that she was on her own, and would have to pull herself up. Not an easy feat when her ass and tits had recently been so comically enlarged. And yet she could see from the corner of her eye that the stripper from before was approaching. She seemed to be slowed only slightly by Soarin's attempt and was more so deliberately taking her time in order to draw out Spitfire's own dismay and tension.

Still Spitfire wouldn't give up nearly so easily. She was a WONDERBOLT! Like Rainbow Dash said, they would win this and they would become Spike's new slaves. She needed to win this, no matter what. Her team was counting on her! So she pulled herself up, ignoring her muscles struggling with the strain of her heavier ass and tits and got to her feet, just in time for the pegasus to approach. She looked amused that Spitfire had managed to pull herself up onto the platform.

"A stubborn little ****, aren't you?" She sneered, albeit with a wide smile. “I assure you this makes it much more fun.”

"Don't think I'm giving up without a fight." Spitfire growled, still panting from the strain. But she couldn’t pretend this would be easy, the Pegasus before her had almost alicorn level proportions, in fact, the only time Spitfire had ever seen an ass nearly as good as hers was with Luna’s. Come to think of it, Pegasus’s eyes were similar to Luna’s too, not exactly though. Almost as if Luna had a secret twin sister disguised as a Pegasus.

“You’re thinking too much.” The Pegasus said and her colossal ass came swinging at Spitfire. On instinct, Spitfire responded by swinging her own enhanced ass back at her, but it was a weak swing compared to the practical goddess before her.

“Pathetic.” She sneered, her face widening in a wicked smile. Her hands on her hips as she approached, like an executioner. “It’ll be over quickly and that draconic dragon dick will be fucking me senseless.”

Spitfire was truly trapped, at least it had seemed that way. But out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Fleetfoot had managed to give Angel Cake the slip somehow. A silent nod was sent to her and she knew they would tag team this Pegasus.

The Pegasus tutted, shaking her head. “Alas, I must admit that I was hoping you might put up a bit more of a fight. But I suppose that’s what you get for expecting an athlete to do a whore’s job.”

“NOW!”

“What?” The Pegasus turned on her heel, but it was too late. From behind Fleetfoot was swinging her enhanced tits whilst Spitfire did her part by swinging her own from the front. Clearly the Pegasus had not been expecting the hit from behind and was taken off guard, soon falling into the water below.

“AND THE PEGASUS OF OUR PONIES’ NIGHTMARES ENTERS THE DRINK! It’s just not the Canterlot’s day, is it, my beautiful Starlight?”

“They’ve not been doing their usual showing. Strange, I had expected more from them, I can’t imagine they’ve been sabotaged in some way.” Starlight tapped a finger on her chin. Out of the corner of her eye, Spitfire noticed a busty grey maned earth pony and a blonde matriarch of some kind both swallowed nervously.

“What happened to Angel Cake?” Spitfire asked Fleetfoot, wheezing as she took a breath.

“Don’t know, she stepped out of the way when she saw you were in danger.” Fleetfoot said, eyes darting away.

“Why would she do that?”

“Perhaps I simply didn’t want to see your team out of the tournament just yet.” A seductive voice like that of a predator said, her voice like honey as she spoke. “It simply wouldn’t do if you didn’t get your chance to serve our Master.”

“What about you?” Spitfire said, fists raised out of habit as she turned around to face their surprise visitor.

“Me? I’m already my Daddy’s sexy ****. And it wouldn’t take much for me to convince him to fuck me any time, any place. So, I’ve got nothing to lose.” Angel Cake said, placing a palm on each ass cheek and turning on her heel. “And it’s not about me, but about my Daddy.”

“Daddy?” Spitfire’s eyes widening as she gawked. Quickly, she was able to put the relation between this cougar of a dracony and the dragon Master they all wanted to serve.

“I’ll be sure to give you the full story later.” Angel Cake said with a wink. "But it looks like your teammate is struggling against my mother and her friend." She pointed to Rainbow Dash, who was being sandwiched between the fat, glorious asses of Angel Cake's mother Mrs Cake and her own future Mother-in-Law, Pear Butter.

"Ooh Celestia. She feels good against my ass. She's a feisty one too. She'll go great with dear Applejack." Pear Butter moaned, making sure to rub her ass in gentle circles around Rainbow Dash's face. "Can't wait for the reception. A big ol' Apple family orgy will be quite the treat."

"A family tradition, is it? It sounds like a lot of fun, maybe it'll become a shared one in the Cake family." Mrs Cake said, also sandwiching Rainbow Dash from the other side. They seemed to be taking their time, enjoying the chance to gloat. Something strange was going on here, but Spitfire didn't have much time to think it through.

Meanwhile, Angel Cake, for her part, was also putting her plan into action. As her half-sister was currently locked in a boob wrestling match with Misty Fly, Angel Cake tapped her on the shoulder. "Time to take our leave."

Angel Cake's lips pressed against her sister's hand, taking Pumpkin Cake by the back of her head and taking a fist full of her orange coloured mane and pulled her into a lewd incestuous kiss. Taking her by complete surprise. As the crowd went wild with catcalls and ogling, Angel Cake gave her a firm swing of her hips and sent them both falling into the water below.

"And wow, did you see that Starlight? Trixie most certainly wasn't expecting that. But Trixie is definitely not complaining. Your thoughts, beautiful and wonderful Starlight?"

"Well, Angel Cake has certainly done something a bit naughty, but it's not against the rules." Starlight said, giggling in a good natured way. "After all, the rules only say you must use your breasts and ass against your opponents. It says nothing about your teammates."

"THE BETRAYAL! THE SURPRISE! This tournament has gone in a way that not even THE SEXY AND SENSUOUS TRIXIE could have predicted, but Trixie is all here for it!”

Spitfire herself barely heard the commentary, she could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Three contestants down, perhaps more. She hadn’t been paying as much attention to the others, so she rushed over to Misty Fly who seemed to be disoriented. “You okay, Fly?”

“Yeah, just surprised. I didn’t expect Angel Cake to do that.” Misty Fly said, steadying herself.

“She must really have liked you.” Fleetfoot winked, causing Misty Fly to blush.

“No, I don’t think so. I think she did it… for someone else.” Misty Fly said, trailing off. Did she know what Angel Cake had told them? It was still a bit hard to say the word Master out loud. Some part of themselves not yet having come to terms with what they were about to do. That they were really about to give up their free will to serve their Master Spike. And yet, there was also some part of them, the part that was making their hearts thunder in their breasts, that craved it with such desperation that it made them feel like they might explode.

"ER, GIRLS?!" Rainbow Dash screamed, still being slowly wrestled to the edge of the platform by the titanic asses of the two MILFs, Rainbow Dash's feet were now starting to tip toe towards the edge of the platform.

“In a titillating display of terrifying terror, the Wonderbolts have pulled this contest out of the bag. But now, their star player now dangles at the edge of the platform, her life hanging in the balance, can her teammates come to the rescue in time? Oh, Trixie can't watch!" Trixie declared, an exaggerated, insincere note of fear in her voice.

"Life? Trixie no one's life is in danger? We made sure of that with all the health and safety regulations we went through." Starlight hissed, distracting everyone.

"It's for dramatic effect, Starlight, sweetie. Trixie is just making it more entertaining for the audience." Trixie assured Starlight.

"But I worked hours on those regulations and Twilight would be so angry with me if she thought I didn't try properly." Starlight pouted, and Spitfire did have to wonder if perhaps they still didn't realise that the microphone was picking up everything they said. "Plus, we might get sued."

There was a beat.

"Trixie wants to assure everyone that the Diamond Games are completely five hundred percent safe and healthy for all contestants and audience members. Any claims to the contrary are simply lies told by unreasonable third parties. That's a SEXY AND SENSUOUS TRIXIE guarantee!" Trixie said into the microphone, breathless with panic.

"But Trixie, you were the one saying that."

"Trixie is trying to pull a fast one, Starlight. And Trixie would appreciate some help with that." Trixie hissed, still panicking.

"Um, Captain? Rainbow Dash is still struggling." Misty Fly whispered, tapping Spitfire's shoulder and snapping the Wonderbolt Captain back to the game at hand.

"What? Oh right, yeah, sorry, girls." Spitfire said, having gotten distracted by the two contestants.

"Oh no, please!" One of the MILFs said, the one with orange hair, who was now boob wrestling Rainbow Dash whilst her friend shoved her with her ass. "Please take your time. I do love getting acquainted with my future daughter-in-law."

"Erm... Captain. Help please." Rainbow Dash begged, sweat now falling down her forehead and Spitfire cursed herself for getting carried away.

"Wonderbolts, you heard her!" Spitfire snapped, her attention restored. "Rainbow Dash needs our help and the Wonderbolts never leave a slut behind."

She had meant to say 'pony' but the word slut seemed more appropriate somehow. Thankfully her team either agreed, didn't notice or didn't care, because they immediately rushed to help Rainbow Dash. A quick point with her fingers communicated the plan to her teammates. Misty Fly and Fleetfoot would go left, Spitfire herself would go right. They'd come at the two MILFs from two sides and push them in.

The two MILFs saw them approach, their smiles widening, but there was a hint of worry in their eyes. They retreated from Rainbow Dash a bit, in order to find more stable footing on the platform, allowing Rainbow Dash to slip through them and take her place at Spitfire's side.

"Nice for you to join us, Captain." She grunted, eyes fixed on the two MILFS. They were surrounded now, and Spitfire knew that they were aware that their time was almost up. Pear Butter faced Spitfire and Rainbow Dash whilst Mrs Cake was against Misty Fly and Fleetfoot.

"Sorry I'm late, but you looked like you were having a bit too much fun with your future mother-in-law." Spitfire chimed back with a smirk.

"Oh, she was." Pear Butter said, smirking herself and stretching her fat, juicy asscheeks like a weapon. "And believe me, I was as well. Shall we keep this in the family?"

"Nah, I like having numbers on my side." Rainbow Dash said, surging forwards, Spitfire only a second behind her. Perhaps Pear Butter was expecting more talking time, but she seemed to be taken by complete surprise by their advance. Spitfire and Rainbow Dash had been on the same team for a long time now, and as such they knew how to read each other and their plans without saying a word.

Spitfire went low, Rainbow Dash went high. Rainbow Dash thrusting herself forward and spinning in the air so her powerful ass would collide with her mother-in-law's face. Meanwhile, Spitfire went low, swinging her massive, enhanced tits like a club and sweeping Pear Butter off her legs. Pear Butter had just enough time to shriek in shock before the two Wonderbolts followed up their attack by crashing their enhanced tits into her from the side, Misty Fly and Fleetfoot had done the same with Mrs Cake and both MILFs were soon thrown into the water.

"WE HAVE A WINNER!" Trixie shouted into the microphone as the crowd went wild. Spitfire only distantly heard them as she let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding and clutched her knees. "THE WINNERs FOR THE FIRST DIAMOND GAMES ARE NONE OTHER THAN THE WONDERBOLTS! They entered as the underdogs but today they'll be emerging as the champions."

"Sadly, two among their number, Soarin’ and Thunderlane did not make it through the Games and so won't be the ones to reap the rewards." Starlight said, struggling to be heard over the crowd. "But, thankfully the rest of the team did make it through the championship and thus will be able to take the prize."

"And besides, we both know that our Master likes pussy over cock so it's really no loss, right, Starlight?" Trixie said, dismissively. Meanwhile, the Wonderbolts themselves felt a surge of anxiety ripple through their bodies. This was it, this was what they'd been fighting for, and now it was coming. The potions were wearing off, their bodies returning to their natural but still shapely forms.

They did not have much time to ruminate on their bodies returning to their natural form for long, though. They could see their new dragon Master approaching. There was fanfare, lights, smoke and all the effects of modern showmanship used to make this dragon all the more intimidating. But for Spitfire, it wasn't necessary, since the anticipation of what she'd just won, what she'd just done, was hammering in her throat.

"IT'S TIME FOR THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!" Trixie cheered into the microphone and the entire crowd went crazy. "The crescendo, the prize, the moment that these games have all been building towards. Let's all put our hands together and welcome OUR MASTER SPIKE!"

A/N: I want to thank TheBrokenBrony for the suggestion to use Keijo for the final tournament. I don't know much about Keijo, but he was helpful in suggesting it as a final contest. Sorry this took so long to release, I wanted to have these two chapters released at once since I'm not sure the last chapter on its own would justify the wait.

Any suggestions, feedback, and constructive criticism are welcome.

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