The Diamond Games

It was time to begin. Now influenced by the Root of Loyalty, Spitfire had started to drill her team hard, especially the female players. Harder than she'd ever had to drill them before, in fact, perhaps because none of them had had any training in being strippers and whores before. It was a lot of hard work to be sure, and Rainbow especially was always eager to push her body to its absolute limit whenever she got the chance. But at times when her team's bodies were burning and their pussies were aching and their nipples felt like they were about to fall off, she did wonder if she might have just gone a little too far with pushing her team to win the Diamond Games.

However, those concerns were fleeting and always quickly disappeared when her team was at the height of her training. They were Wonderbolts, and they had to win. It might be the most perverted sport in Equestrian history, but it was a sport nevertheless, and Spitfire was determined that the Wonderbolts would never let either themselves or Cloudsdale down! So it didn't matter how hard Spitfire had to push her team, or how humiliating the challenges might well be, she was going to drive them through them to be the best of the best.

But Spitfire wasn't naïve; she'd heard that her competition was fierce. Rainbow was all too eager to share details on the other teams, and she was willing to share them. Spitfire couldn't help but worry; they were Wonderbolts, and they needed to win... but some of those sluts had their whole lives dedicated to sex and seduction. The whores of the Whorepalace in Canterlot were backed by some very powerful and wealthy ponies, and the Ponyville sluts were legendary, according to Rainbow Dash.

So, as the final date approached, she had pushed them even harder, sometimes even beyond the breaking point.

She knew it was a lot, but the Wonderbolts hadn’t lost a game before, and not one of them complained. They knew how important their perfect record was.

Rainbow Dash seemed to be especially enthusiastic about taking up their training, and through repetition, Spitfire had trained away at least some of the humiliation in the sports away. Even Fleetfoot and Misty Shy were starting to adapt; alas, there was going to be a huge difference between doing those things in front of your trusted teammates and before an entire crowd.

And Spitfire had underestimated the size of that crowd, that much had become clear as they approached Ponyville. A huge stadium had been constructed in the small town, as big as the one in Canterlot. It seemed the Mayor of the town and its finest citizens had spared no expense in making sure the Diamond Games were the sensation of a lifetime. They might have even had funding from the Princesses themselves. It was in no way the largest stadium that Spitfire had ever seen, but big enough to know that this was no mere curiosity.

"Woah... they're really taking this completely seriously..." Misty Fly said, half in awe, half in disbelief as they trotted into their locker room. Similar looks of disbelief were on the rest of her team, save for Rainbow Dash.

"I had thought this would be a small town thing, you know like the Sisterhooves Social." Thunderlane admitted, looking a bit guilty towards the girls. "I didn't think a town this small would be able to afford this."

"You don't know much about Ponyville, Thunderlane. We might be small on paper but trust me, when I say we might be the most important town in all of Equestria.”

"And all this for a sex sport straight out of a porn magazine?" Fleetfoot asked, shaking her head. Spitfire could see that she was masking her nerves for what was about to come.

"It seems unfair, if you ask me." Soarin’ said, shaking his head. "Are you girls sure you're up for this?"

"Of course we are!" Rainbow said, her eyes brimming with enthusiasm. "No true Wonderbolt would back down now, right?"

"RIGHT!" Five voices cheered her on, almost by reflex. Rainbow had been so insistent in reminding them all about this fact until it was drilled into their minds.

"Alright girls, time to get dressed. It's time to make sure the new...uniforms are up to snuff." Spitfire barked at them, as they each switched to their respective locker rooms and Soarin’ and Thunderlane went to theirs. As they did so, Spitfire pulled out her new uniform, a mirror of her old one but now, it hung to her body's every curve like it was spray painted on. Rainbow Dash had said she'd gotten one of the best tailors in the world, and from the way every stitch in the suit was sewn so seamlessly, Spitfire had to admit she might be right. Still made the suit embarrassing to wear.

It was stretching every contour of her body, squeezing it in all the right areas. Spitfire noted with some disbelief that it would pinch her flesh around her stomach, and her waist whilst moving that flesh subtly so that her breasts and hips seemed just a tad larger than they actually were. Despite all of this, it was surprisingly comfortable to wear. Smooth against her fur and never so tight that she had issues breathing, whoever had sown this had done so like a Master.

"Who did you say you got these costumes from, Rainbow?" Fleetfoot asked, stretching in the new outfit. She was taking special note of how it seemed to stick to her body like a second skin. Every movement was pressing against her like a hand groping her body.

"An old friend of mine, she's the second best fashionista in Equestria." Rainbow said, smiling as she watched the way the latex clung to her, probably hoping her teammate's zipper could be pulled down another inch or two, that would be the perfect treat for her.

"You're staring, Rainbow." Spitfire said, rolling her eyes with a good natured smile. Rainbow had tried for a little while to try and keep her eyes to herself, but she just couldn't do it. Eventually, she had to remind all the other Wonderbolts that a true Wonderbolt liked to be stared at. A fact that Spitfire had no idea how she had forgotten.

"Sorry, but how could I resist when you're looking so fine?" Rainbow said with a wolf-like grin. Spitfire simply shrugged and sighed.

"Alright, girls." Spitfire barked, adopted her drill instructor persona. "This might not be the contest we wanted, but it's the one we're in. Like Rainbow said, we're Wonderbolts and we're not going to back down from any challenge. Make no mistake, we're the underdogs here. A few days training isn't going to compete with those fine sluts from Ponyville and Canterlot who've been training all their lives."

Spitfire let out a breath through her nostrils. She tried to hide it, but the pressure was getting to her. "But we're a team, a team who won't ever back down from a contest. Whether it’s flying, cycling, running or even fucking. So we're going out there with our heads held high and smiles on our faces. I know we’re going to put in over a hundred percent each and I don’t expect anything less from any of you.”

Spitfire was brimming with pride as the rest of her teammates all nodded and cheered. Whatever their reservations they were here to win, and she was going to make sure of that. "Then it's time to get out there."

As if perfectly on cue, a bubbling, high pitched voice rang out through the stadium to the applause of a large crowd. "Welcome, my adoring fans to the very first, very fun and very sexual, DIAMOND GAMES!"

"Isn't that your friend Trixie?" Misty Shy whispered to Rainbow Dash, who looked just as surprised as the rest of them.

"Guess it must be, though, I suppose that makes too much sense." She admitted, smiling favourably.

"First of all, let's all give out a big cheer (and maybe a big moan) for our team arriving from Cloudsdale, the WONDERBOLTS!" Trixie screamed into the microphone and the Wonderbolts made their way into the crowd. Spitfire was leading the group, with Rainbow Dash right behind her. She tried to follow Rainbow Dash's advice and put a sexy sway to her hips as she walked but it was no easy feat for her. Still, the crowd seemed to enjoy it all the same.

"And now for the Canterlot team, they've been dominating the night life of the capital and now, they're here to dominate your hearts. Give it up for the DISCIPLES!"

The Canterlot team strode out onto the stage, at the front was Pinkie, bouncing on six inch stilettos with every step she took. Behind her was that famous musician, Octavia and her pianist, Sweet Melody, she thought, along with another group of very sexy strippers. Spitfire suddenly felt uncharacteristically self-conscious, seeing the stiff competition. Another group of almost otherworldly strippers seemed to follow the group.

Pinkie beamed at Spitfire and waved, the kind of energetic enthusiasm she had for any party game, or at least, so she's been told. "Hiya Spitty, you ready to play? These games are going to be fun, aren't they? The bestest, sexiest, super fucktastic games that Equestria has ever seen!"

"Mmm...yeah..." Spitfire said, not wanting to wipe the smile off of Pinkie's face, but quite unable to share in the enthusiasm that the party pony felt. She didn't seem to mind, for her mouth was running a mile a minute.

"I'm thinking there'll be lots of lesbian sex in these games, because we're supposed to be doing it as part of a team. But I've also made sure that all my team are some super sexy dancers as well. Rarity loves dancing, you see, and if she had anything to say about this-which she most likely did since she's the diamond and everything- then it will be part of the games almost surely. Good thing we're all good dancers at the Whorepalace and-"

"AND for the team from Ponyville- which so happens to be home to the greatest, most brilliant, the SEXY AND SENSUOUS TRIXIE HERSELF- comes the home team. Led by Angel Cake herself. Give it up for-Starlight what did you say their team name was again?" Trixie hissed, badly covering her microphone as she spoke to another pony. "Are you sure? Trixie could have sworn-well if your sweet flank says so, then Trixie will take you at your word. And if you're wrong, then Trixie will be finding the biggest strap on-what do you mean they can still hear us?"

The crowd had gone deathly quiet, but many like Rainbow Dash, had amused smiles on their faces. Trixie coughed and returned to the microphone and spoke just as bombastically but now with a tinge of embarrassment to her voice.

“And from Ponyville, led by Angel Cake herself, give it up for the Sugarcube Sluts.” The final team walked onto the stage and Spitfire seemed to know almost immediately that they might be her fiercest competition by far. The team was a robust team of four, only one of which didn’t seem to be related to the others. She was a black and white maned pony who shimmered like the stars.

But Spitfire’s concerns were centred around the other three in the crowd. The weakest was probably the yellow fur Earth Pony with a blue bow around her orange hair. She held a perverted mimicry of innocence, but Spitfire could see a perverted fire in her eyes.

Then there was Mrs Cake, almost certainly the mother of the other two. But that age didn’t come with a reduction of beauty, far from it. She’d aged like fine wine and if anything, her age had seemingly only made her sexier, granting her an aura of regal sophistication and allure.

But she had nothing on the third member of this perverted family. By process of elimination, Spitfire presumed that this must be Angel Cake and she couldn’t recognise what species of pony she belonged to, if it was a pony species at all. Her skin was scales rather than fur. Blue scales seamlessly mixed with primrose at points like her thighs and feet. Her hair was a scarlet red, draped over one right eye and sparkling with corruptive lust. Her skirt was almost as thin as a belt around her waist, as was the top which hugged her breasts so tightly that it looked as if her breasts might pop out at any moment.

Angel Cake’s eyes seemed almost wholly uninterested in Spitfire however, instead roaming over her team. Briefly making eye contact with Rainbow, who gave her a wink, she soon was examining the rest of her team with a precision fit for a surgeon. Her eyes barely registered Soarin’ or Thunderlane, whilst they briefly examined Spitfire and Fleetfoot with an intensity that made her quiver. But then they found Misty Fly, who looked away from Angel Cake with a nervous tremor.

Whatever Angel Cake was looking for, she seemed to find it Misty Shy. Her eyes seemed to dilate like a cat about to pounce, and her lips perfectly painted in scarlet lipstick curled into a wicked grin. “Well… doesn’t she seem like a nice girl?”

Spitfire’s instincts seemed to go haywire in an instant. But those instincts seemed to be trapped between a desire to protect Misty Fly from the dangerous predator and sheer lust that couldn’t help but wonder how sexy it would be to watch what would happen. Misty Fly for her part had gone beet red as the cougar began undressing the Wonderbolt with her eyes.

“And now that the teams are introduced, it is time for Trixie to introduce the most important pony here. Why none other than herself! THE SEXY AND SENSUAL TRIXIE-ow! Starlight!” There was some muffled whispering that wasn’t quite picked up on the mic. Though snippets could be heard.

“Master is here? Like the Master? Master Spike? Oh shit, yeah Starlight I guess he would be the most important pony here. Though isn’t he- oh crud the mic!” There were the sounds of frantic shuffling as Trixie seemed to remember the audience was listening.

“Apologies, everyone, the sexy and sensuous Trixie had just made the slightest, tiniest, most absolutely unavoidable mistake as she's actually the second most important pony here. After our dearest Ma-Spike of course." Trixie stammered into the microphone with a nervous laugh. There was a similar laughter in the crowd but most, like Spitfire, were confused. But whilst most seemed to laugh it off, it made Spitfire more suspicious. Was something going on here?

A quick glance at Pinkie Pie and Angel Cake only made her more suspicious. They looked as if they were sharing some kind of secret joke. Spitfire frowned, it wasn't right, none of this was right. There was something going on here, something more than meets the eye and if her instincts were right that thing was sinister and-

There was a tap on her shoulder. "Let's just focus on winning these games. That's a Wonderbolt's first duty, isn't it?"

Rainbow was right, of course. Spitfire had to put her suspicions aside for the sake of her team. Whatever might be going on could wait; she had a job to do, and it was a damn important one at that. Her team was counting on her to win these diamond games; she couldn't let herself be distracted.

"So it is, without any further ado, that Trixie will introduce our first contest of these SPECTACULAR, these SEXY AND THESE INCREDIBLE DIAMOND GAMES!" Tixie cried, and cheers went off in the crowd along with an entire battery of various fireworks going off in the sky. The three teams were led to the first contest. In it was a pool with a float, a battle royale that would kick off these events. She knew the stallions in her team wouldn't be able to win this due to the rules, but she felt that they could serve as distractions for their female teammates.

"For the first task, each of the nation's champions will enter this ring. This is a challenge we have borrowed from an honourable Ukuphana tradition, courtesy of our esteemed Zebra friends. It's a simple challenge where all contestants must **** the members of the other team to orgasm. If you cum, you lose, and when enough are out, those that remain will go over to the next round. When enough contestants are out, we move to the next round!"

Each of the teams took a position, between them you could draw an equal sided triangle between them. With only a few seconds to start, Spitfire huddled her team together. Soarin’ and Thunderlane knew they couldn't win this challenge, breasts were simply the way you were supposed to wrestle other ponies out of the ring, features they lacked. Nevertheless, whilst resigned, they also seemed determined to help however they could. The girls were a different story, Fleetfoot seemed determined, Misty Fly seemed to be looking grim but resolved and Rainbow Dash was practically hopping on her heels. "Right, Wonderbolts this is it. Remember, Soarin’, Thunderlane you're going to be bait. See if you can't draw attention."

"Yeah its a shame, but like I said, a true Wonderbolt wouldn't win by having the stallions fuck the girls." Rainbow Dash said, as she had repeated so often during their training. "It's much better if only the girls start fucking. Unless there's a dragon involved."

"We know, Rainbow Dash." Fleetfoot said impatiently, but Rainbow still looked a bit nervous. It was very important to her for some reason that the guys not fuck any of the girls in the contest, and Spitfire noticed that her eyes had flickered to the dragon judge as she reminded them.

"Soarin’, Thunderlane, distract them. Use yourselves as bait as we seal the win. Is that understood?" The two stallions nodded and Spitfire turned to the three girls. "As for you girls, I won't lie to you, we're the underdogs. So, I want us to focus on the same target, we'll make up the difference when it's a four on one task."

"Aw, I could take them singlehandedly." Rainbow said with a pout, but there was a note of playfulness to her voice that told Spitfire she would keep to the plan. Misty Shy and Fleetfoot meanwhile nodded. They each got to their positions, the guys in the middle, deliberately exposed to serve as bait. They tensed as they waited for the bell, keeping their eyes on the members of the other teams.

"AND we're about to begin, the countdown timer begins. Begin the drum roll! FIVE. FOUR. THREE. TWO. ONE. GO!"

The teams surged, and Spitfire realised that her team wasn't the only one that had been training. The teams from Ponyville and Canterlot seemed to move with an unnatural grace. Spitfire hated to admit that she was impressed, there were professional gymnasts who were less agile than these teams. But the Wonderbolts had two advantages, one was the fact that they were being underestimated and the other teams were focusing on each other, the second was that, as Wonderbolts, they would face the most dangerous of weathers and knew how to dodge debris coming at them. That skill translated well into avoiding the other wrestlers.

That being said, it was chaos, the other teams seemed ready to jump straight into the kill, or perhaps orgasm was a better word for it. They performed quite impressive displays of gymnastics and agility so that soon enough, their legs were wrapped around heads, or tits thrust into mouths so they could lick each other.

It didn’t take long until there was a shriek to Spitfire's side. Fleetfoot had been caught between the cello player Octavia and her pianist Sweet Melody and was being suffocated by two pairs of tits from either side.

“Now dear, what exactly is a girl like her doing here? I bet she’s never seen a pair of real tits before?” Octavia said, her voice low, throaty and menacing as she trailed her fingers down to Fleetfoot’s pussy.

“Let’s give her a good introduction then, Tavi.” Sweet Melody said, her hands joining Octavia’s. Together, they fingered Fleetfoot’s pussy with such a wild skill that Spitfire was surprised that she didn’t cum right there and then.

“Girls, Fleetfoot needs our help.” Spitfire said, rushing over to her comrade, Rainbow right beside her, a pink ass attached to a pink blur flying just a few inches above her.

“I’ll get you next time, Dashie.”

Rainbow Dash didn’t turn to her friend though, she was like Spitfire, determined to make sure they made it to the next round with as many girls as possible. Instead, a fierce grin appeared on the rainbow haired mare’s face. “I know these girls, their tits are their weakness. They’re as sensitive as they are large.”

Spitfire nodded, this would be the first time she’d ever groped a breast outside of training. It was like the difference between roughhousing or fighting for real. Spitfire couldn’t help but hesitate, but she pushed through those hesitations and followed Rainbow’s lead.

Rainbow charged like a bull seeing the colour red, targeting Sweet Melody as the more experienced of the strippers. She rammed into her enormous snow white tits, and buried her face into them. She was rough, aggressive, giving the stripper no time to react.

Spitfire had to follow up in Rainbow’s example. Eyes briefly glancing towards Rainbow, she could see that Rainbow was squeezing Sweet Melody’s nipples with her fingers, pinching them roughly. She supposed she should do that with Octavia.

She charged at Octavia and the two tumbled to the ground, rolling. Both were fighting to be on top of the other, but Octavia, whilst a much more experienced slut then Spitfire, was no athlete and lacked Spitfire’s muscle. Soon, she was pinned to the floor.

“A formidable display my dear, but don’t think you can challenge me. I was trained by the Slutprincess of Whores herself!” Octavia declared defiantly. It was enough to cause some brief hesitation in Spitfire.

“The what? Slutprincess of what?” Spitfire gasped, what in Celestia was she talking about?

That hesitation cost her. Octavia might have been pinned underneath Spitfire's muscles, but she was still the more experienced fucker out of the two. So somehow she managed to move her hand out of Spitfire's grip and into Spitfire's pussy. Spitfire couldn't help but give out a treacherous moan. "Oh FUCK!"

It was better than anything the other Wonderbolts had done by a country mile. Even Rainbow Dash wasn't this skilled, as Spitfire could feel her every muscle begin to wobble and break under the sheer pleasure. Her thoughts became hazy, she had a plan to make this girl cum. But what was it...difficult to think...so easy to just...FUUCKK!

"That's it. You don't belong here, do you, my dear. You're a flyer, not a fucker. Just let me take good care of you. It'll all be over soon." Octavia purred, her voice seductive yet as venomous as a snake. Spitfire's grip loosened as she fell to Octavia's side. Her eyes darted around as she looked for any way out of this trap. She spotted Rainbow, she was doing well. She had her hands pinching Sweet Melody's tits, and the musician seemed completely lost in ecstasy.

Spitfire's hands scrambled to try and get a grip on Octavia's tits. By Celestia, they were so slippery, they kept threatening to slip off. She managed to find a way to grip those nipples in her hands and was relieved to see they were diamond hard. She tried to squeeze them, but it didn't produce anything close to the screams of ecstasy that Spitfire herself had been producing just a few minutes before.

"Amateur's work, my dear, you have so much to learn." Octavia purred wickedly, as she thrust her sharp finger nails deep into Spitfire's G-Spot. Spitfire couldn't help but give a howl of lust, only barely through sheer **** of will hold back her impending orgasm, but she knew it was coming. Very quickly now. How could she possibly compete with these masters of sex? How was Rainbow doing it?

"Spitfire!" Rainbow Dash shouted, as if reading her thoughts. Out of the corner of her eye, Octavia could see that Rainbow had successfully not only been pinching Sweet Melody's sensitive nipples, but also had her own fingers deep into her pussy. "Don't think, fuck! Use your instincts and don't think about what I'm doing. Just focus on being the best fuck you can possibly be!"

Spitfire listened, and turned back to Octavia. She was grinning, a coy and seductive smile. Perfectly suited for those fancy Canterlot mares, but Spitfire wasn't one of those fancy mares. No more playing their games, time to play hers.

Spitfire threw herself forward, pushing the muscles in her limbs and wings to the limit. She pushed herself past her lustful instincts and was able to take Octavia by complete surprise. The time for finesse was over, she was going to fuck this bitch, show her that those years as a Wonderbolt hadn't been for naught and that a Wonderbolt never gives up!

She placed her lips around those sensitive nipples of Octavia's. Bigger by far than Spitfire's, but also so much more sensitive as such a big weak spot! Soon enough, she had the tables turned. Octavia was not used to this rough, savage sex and so was unprepared for it. The moment was coming for Octavia, coming, coming, cumming and cumming!

"Oh gosh, how-fuck, I can't-I won't-FUCCK!"

It came, and she came. Hard. Spitfire's legs, that had been rubbing against Octavia's pussy were soon rewarded with the hot, warm femcum spraying all over her thighs which soon mingled with the sweat that she herself had been falling down her fur. She'd done it! Spitfire had to physically resist the temptation to start jumping in the air from joy. This was proof that these Wonderbolts weren't simple canon fodder in this contest.

She got to her feet, head whipping around to survey the situation. Rainbow had caused Sweet Melody to cum just like Octaiva. Fleetfoot was now getting to her feet, still shaky from her near orgasm with Misty Fly's help. Soarin’ was still dodging the pink pony's manic attempts to pin her and make him cum, whilst Thunderlane... crap.

"You don't want to win, do you, my dear? You know you don't deserve to win. You seem to be a sweet man, and you know what the right thing to do is? Don't you?" Angel Cake purred, her breasts still concealed between her leopard print stripper outfit, pressed against Thunderlane's chest. The Wonderbolt seemed utterly captivated, unable to possibly tear himself away from the cougar’s charms.

“I-I can’t-” His words seemed to stumble on his tongue as if he was being strangled. He seemed unable to properly form words, overwhelmed as he was by Angel's dark allure and beauty.

"Win? Of course you can't. You're not equal to my beauty, not worthy of my body. You know that, don't you? No matter how much you may struggle or resist, you know you don't deserve me. But I am not unkind, I will let you gaze upon my body. I will give your eyes a feast that they'll never forget, and reward you with dreams you’ll never want to wake from.”

Angel Cake’s voice was as beautiful as a siren, and as sinister as a snake’s. Thunderlane was helpless to resist it. Even Spitfire, not a direct target of Angel Cake’s manipulations, could not help but be envious that it was Thunderlane who was getting her attention. “Thunderlane, don’t fall for it!”

But even as Spitfire said those words, she knew they rang hollow. Angel Cake was now caressing Soarin’s cheek, with a skill that made it as pleasurable as a blowjob. “I know you so desperately want me, my beautiful body, a shame that there is only one cock worthy of it. But you can still worship me, still serve me. It’s the closest you’ll get to fucking me and trust me, it’ll be divine.”

“Uh huh…” Thunderlane mumbled, nodding like a fool.

“Just cum for me, that’s all I ask of a sweet boy like you.” Angel Cake’s voice was as quiet as a whisper, but it held an edge sharper than a knife. It had its intended effect as Thunderlane came as if he’d just been waiting for just such an order. It was when he saw Spitfire’s disappointed face that he realised he’d messed up.

“Wait- I didn’t mean-I just-“

“Just take the shortest route off the stage, my dear.” Angel Cake said, pointing towards the exit. Her voice outwardly polite but with a sinister smirk plastered onto it. With his head hung low, Thunderlane made his way off the stage.

Spitfire had an opening to try something with Angel Cake, but she didn’t dare take it. Just because a dragon had let its guard down for a moment didn’t mean it was a good idea to get into a fist fight with it. And the difference in scale between herself and Angel Cake seemed quite similar.

Spitfire looked at the score board, to her surprise they were almost through to the second round. Just a few more eliminated targets and they’d be home free. Spitfire’s eagle eyes darted around for other potential targets. She spotted the stripper called Selene, with her silvery coat and joyful smile. Spitfire could see she seemed almost overtaken with lustful joy at the lewd spectacle around her.

"Oh, by the Slutprincess, this is simply wonderful. All this perfect, lewd depravity in the name of our Master, Mistress and Slutprincess. Even the Wonderbolts from Canterlot are taking part, this is truly exciting." Selene gasped, her voice dripping with wonder and awe. Spitfire saw her opening and flew towards her, in an instant she had her left hand wrapped around Selene's left breast, and her right hand stroking her pussy, with Spitfire's own breasts pressing into her behind.

"Huh?" She gasped in a cute little confused way as she looked over her shoulder.

"A shame you won't get to see it." Spitfire said, plunging her fingers into Selene. She was rough, savage and deep with her fingers. Desperation overtaking any finesse or skill she might have overwise sought to employ. Spitfire knew the longer the task went on for, the greater their chances of losing another Wonderbolt were. They're team simply didn't have the stamina to compete with these stripper sluts.

Fortunately, that might prove to be somewhat of a blessing in disguise. Another advantage to not being a highly-trained stripper seemed to be that they didn't have as big a sex drive as them either. So it wasn't long until Selene was moaning into the air, a delirious grin on her face.

"Oh FUCK! Keep going! AH! AH! So good! I-mpff-I've underestimated you-" She moaned, her eyes seemingly going cross eyed as she was fingered harder and harder. The contest didn't seem to matter much to her anymore as much as the sheer ecstasy of being fucked.

"Come on, you little whore." Even Spitfire was surprised at the words coming out of her mouth, she supposed Rainbow Dash must be rubbing off on her. "You know you want to cum. You like cumming don't you, like a good little slut."

"Yes, I love cumming, I love making ponies cum. I'm gonna-gonna-CUUUUMMMM!" She squealed before her pussy let out a stream of cum from her pussy like a hose, spraying all over the ground, and with some relief it was when Spitfire heard the bell ring.

"AND THAT'S IT, MY GORGEOUS PERVERTS!" Trixie cried into the microphone. Spitfire had tuned out the unicorn's commentary to focus on the games. “Now that they have passed the first round, and Trixie must say, what a surprising round it has been, to Trixie's surprise, the Wonderbolts earn themselves an early lead by only losing one of their members. Whilst the other teams took considerably higher knock outs, with Canterlot losing a beautiful cellist and big booby pianist. The Ponyville's team, however, suffered much fewer losses, but still lost a dear slut in the stripper Selene. What are your thoughts, beautiful and beloved Starlight Glimmer?"

There was a soft giggle at Trixie's grandiose way of addressing her. "Well Trixie this has definitely shortened the odds on the Wonderbolts team, but I wouldn't put any of the teams out of the running. It's going to be-" Spitfire simply tuned out the commentary, she could feel her lungs burning from exhaustion. She could hardly believe that she'd gotten to the next round. She made her way to the other Wonderbolts, down only one member to strategize the next event.

"Don't worry dear." A smoky, erotic voice purred from behind Spitfire. Turning around, Spitfire noticed it was that Angel Cake woman, her eyes sparking with sinful desire as she spoke to Misty Shy, a hand cupping her cheek. "We'll have plenty of chances to get further acquainted with each other soon enough. I'll make a bad girl out of you yet."

She blew Misty Shy a kiss and turned on her heel back to her family, ass swaying with every step she took. Angel Cake didn't once look over her shoulder, but Spitfire knew that Angel Cake was aware that Misty Fly was staring at her ass with every step she took. Drool dropping from her lips. She wasn't the only one to be distracted by a member of the other team as a pink blur soon crashed into Rainbow Dash, and wrapped her into a crushing hug.

"RAINBOW DASH! THAT WAS AMAZING!" She screamed, voice going a mile a minute. Spitfire smiled and shook her head. She was all too aware of how eccentric Rainbow Dash's friends could be, but this Pinkie was the most eccentric of them all. Rainbow Dash seemed to agree, she had a sort of nervous smile on her face as Pinkie Pie danced around with her arms around Rainbow's waist. "Oh, things are going great, and super duper well! You're really putting your all into it and it's going to be so much fun when it all comes together! The Slutprincess has been super duper excited and I am as well!"

"Pinkie, shush. Don't go screaming that out loud, it's supposed to be a secret." Rainbow said, placing a hand on Pinkie's lips. Looking around to see if anyone heard, whilst Spitfire pretended not to have heard. Spitfire felt her stomach lurch at the mention of a plan, it seemed like something was really going on behind the scenes. A mention of a Mistress, some kind of Slutprincess? If it hadn't been for those two things she'd overheard before she might have assumed that it was something as simple as a surprise party they were planning but now she wasn't so sure.

But Spitfire brushed those concerns aside, for now that they had passed the first round, it was time to get through the next.

A/N: Sorry this took a while to come out, my life's taken a bit of a stressful turn and I struggled to think of ideas for sports challenges for the Diamond Games. I do hope people enjoyed this all the same. Any ideas for perverted sports challenges, or perverted versions of Olympic events or similar challenges are welcome.

The next chapter might be delayed as I look for more work since I need to resume job searching

Any suggestions, feedback, and constructive criticism are welcome.

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