A Series of Trials

"Okay, team." Spitfire said, turning to each of the remaining members of her team one at a time. "We're past the first round, but from here on out the games are going to be a little different. For the next task only one of us can take part."

"It's called the pelvic pole vault. It's just like all the other pole vaults but we've got to use these poles." Rainbow Dash said, holding the pole vault in her hands, a thumb stroking the penis shaped top of the pole. It was draconic in nature, and unknown to Spitfire, it was shaped after a very specific dragon in the crowd. "Now the catch is that we're not simply pole vaulting with this thing."

"Yes, that's true, instead the aim is to push the...dildo end." Spitfire was blushing red and speaking more quietly as her eyes fixed to the ground. "Into their pussy. We then have to balance on the pole and use that to pole vault." She pulled her eyes away from the floor and turned to her team. "Are there any volunteers?"

Obviously Soarin’ wasn't going to be able to do it, so it was left to the four mares. Thankfully, they didn't have to wait long before Fleetfoot put her hand up. "My pussy is probably the tightest from the games and somepony has to do it. Let's make Cloudsdale proud."

"That's the spirit, Fleetfoot!" Rainbow Dash said, slapping her comrade on the back with a wide grin on her face. "Now get out there and show the world that the Wonderbolts won't ever lose! GO WONDERBOLTS!"

"GO WONDERBOLTS!" The rest of the team cheered alongside him, but with somewhat less than Rainbow Dash. As Fleetfoot made her way onto the stage, Spitfire watched from Rainbow Dash's side as Fleetfoot prepared to make the jump. Two other contestants lined up alongside her, one was the orange maned girl from Ponyville called Pumpkin Cake. But Spitfire was only paying half a mind to the event, more interested in talking to Rainbow Dash.

“So, your friend Pinkie Pie was mentioning something interesting earlier.” She said, trying hard not to sound too suspicious of her teammate.

“Huh?” Rainbow Dash asked, keeping her eyes fixed on the game. “Oh yeah, well you’re going to have to be more specific with Pinkie Pie. She says all sorts of interesting things, along with a string of utter nonsense.”

Spitfire let out a chuckle. “I won’t argue with that, but she did mention something that caught my ear. Something that sounded like a secret plan of some sort, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”

Rainbow Dash tore her eyes away from the game to look at Spitfire, she was sweating with uncharacteristic nerves. “Oh that, don’t go spreading that around please. It’s supposed to be a surprise party.”

“A surprise party?” Spitfire asked, trying to keep her voice casual. But secretly she didn’t quite believe Rainbow Dash. She hated to suspect her teammate but couldn’t shake the feeling in her stomach.

“Yeah you know Pinkie, she loves to have her surprise parties. Practically anything can be an excuse for one, do you remember when she was trying to find out if I liked pies or not?” Rainbow said, smiling at the memory. Spitfire gave her a nostalgic grimace.

“How could I forget? Security on the field were panicking since she kept somehow sneaking past them.” Spitfire said, but the smile on her face was growing faker. Something in her gut told her to keep pressing, and another feeling in her gut told her that there was something very, very wrong.

“And we’re about to begin! Now, Trixie would like to remind her audience that this challenge isn’t like a regular pole vault! These poles have been specially designed to get longer the more you ride them, so let’s see the teams make a good show. First off, from the home team of Ponyville, it’s Pumpkin Cake!”

The audience became quiet, as they waited for Pumpkin Cake to make her run. She looked nervous, her heart thumping in her chest. She looked to her family for reassurance. Angel Cake gave her a saucy wink, whilst her mother gave her a not so innocent smile.

“Win this, sweetie. We know you can do it, and there’ll be a lovely, sweet orgy for you at home if you do.” Mrs Cake promised. It seemed to do the trick, as Pumpkin Cake's nervousness seemed to vanish from her face as she made her run.

"FOR PONYVILLE AND SUGARCUBE CORNER!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Then she was able to, with a fairly impressive amount of agility, jump onto the dildo at the top of the pole, and started to pump it with her pussy muscles. She was quick, as if giving someone a quickie. Her pussy muscles pumped and pumped, with the pole extending in length as she did so. Soon she went flying over the barrier and landed on the other end with a pirouette.

"SEVEN POINT FIVE METERS!" The referee called out. The crowd, particularly the crowd from Ponyville, let out a roar of cheers.Pumpkin Cake made a sweet little curtsy to the crowd as her position was marked on the floor. Spitfire could not help but be nervous, it seemed that these special poles could extend further than regular sports poles. The Wonderbolts biggest advantage had been their natural aptitude for pole vaulting, and every difference between those sports made the challenge all the harder to overcome.

"And next, we welcome Fleetfoot, representing the Wonderbolts. Trixie is eager to see if she can fuck as well as she can fly!" Trixie announced as Fleetfoot lined herself up, looking uncharacteristically nervous as she prepared her charge. Rainbow, for her part, seemed absolutely giddy. "GO, GO FLEETFOOT! RIDE THAT POLE! FOR CLOUDSDALE AND THE WONDERBOLTS! GO, GO!"

Fleetfoot looked reassured by Rainbow Dash's cheers, her eyes narrowed at the pole vault before her with renewed determination. "FOR CLOUDSDALE AND THE WONDERBOLTS!"

She charged forwards, unlike with Pumpkin Cake she ran in a way that professionals would do. Head down to build up momentum, but she fumbled when it came to pushing the dildo into her cunt. Losing a precious few seconds, she had to extend the pole, and then she was caught off guard by the sheer ecstasy of the dildo that was being thrust into her cunt. She only barely managed to clear the vault and went nowhere near as far as Pumpkin Cake. Nor did she land on her feet like Pumpkin Cake and feel flat on her face, a weak thumbs up the only sign that she was alive.

"Oh dear, and the Wonderbolts fumble on the swing. Seems like she didn't go very far, looks like there's a bit of difference between fucking and flying." Trixie scoffed, her voice like nails down a chalkboard. Misty Fly had her face in her hands, the blush on her face searing red, Rainbow looked like she'd had the wind kicked out of her lungs, whilst Spitfire tried to offer her teammate a weak, reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, Fleetfoot, you’re not too far behind the Ponyville team.” She said, as she judged their distances. She was downplaying the distance but it was far from irrecoverable.

“Er, Spitfire.” Rainbow Dash said, her voice filled with worry and she was pointing at the starting line. Turning Spitfire could see why, for Pinkie Pie had decided to take her place at the starting line, and Spitfire sensed the catastrophe.

“Oh no.”

Pinkie’s face was one maniac excitement and utmost determination. She charged forwards, so much faster than the other two contestants, screaming at the top of her lungs. “BECAUSE I’M HORNY AND I WANT TO FUCK!”

She stuck the pole into the ground and effortlessly her pussy into it. She fucked herself on it so fast and quick that she was a mere pink blur, as the pole extended to such a height that it was soon taller than a two story building. When Pinkie Pie came crashing down she landed with the grace of a ballerina, and had easily doubled even Pumpkin Cake’s range.

“She shoots and she scores! Trixie now finds herself in the not so common position of admitting she's envious. A score like that, it’s, impressive. That Pinkie sure would be wild in bed.”

Spitfire could practically hear the unicorn salivating at the thought.

“Now though it’s time for the next event.”

The next event, it turned out, was not so different from the previous one. Or at least they both were to do with poles, only in this case it was pole dancing rather than a pole vault. A single stage had been set up, as high as a diving board, in the centre of a stadium with the audience treated to a 360 view of whomever was on it.

“It’s time for the second event! The pole dancing championship. The rules are much like a high dive at the Olympics… Trixie assumes since she’s never watched that human sport. Twilight only gave Trixie the briefest of run downs before we began.”

Spitfire knew even less than Trixie. She’d never even heard of that sport.

“But the rules are simple, each team chooses one member to head up to the stage. They dance as sexily as possible and then our judges give a score out of ten. And the highest wins. Is that right, Starlight?”

“I think so Trixie, but don’t forget to introduce the judges.”

“Of course Trixie didn’t forget. Trixie simply…was waiting for dramatic effect!” There was a notable shakiness in her voice that brought that statement into question. “And now without furtherado, let’s introduce the three judges.”

Spitfire turned towards the panel and frowned. She was sure at least two of those judges would be biased. Why had Celestia let them partake?

“For the first judge, Trixie is delighted to welcome none other than the pony who moves the sun and the pony with the largest rack that even Trixie is jealous of, it’s Princess Celestia!”

“Charmed, my little ponies.” Celestia said with a little wave. Something seemed off about her though. That comment from Trixie didn’t seem to have annoyed her as much as it should have. Perhaps she just didn’t want to cause a scene.

“And second of all.” Trixie’s voice suddenly went strangely terse as she read the next line. “It’s the pony who thinks that she’s the most beautiful, most intelligent, most skilled, most sexy and most perfect pony Equestria has ever seen- which she’s not- it’s Rarity!”

Rarity laughed out a coquettish little giggle, but many of the crowd were booing at Trixie, and Spitfire could see their point. She had met Rarity before, but today, it was like she was seeing her for the first time.

She seemed almost otherworldly beautiful, radiating with a grace and allure that made the Princesses seem almost ugly in comparison. Her mane was perfectly done, a silky waterfall of the most gorgeous amethyst. Her snow-white fur didn’t seem to have a hair out of place, and seemed to repel dirt and other imperfections like it was a superpower. Her curves were perfectly shaped, those tits may not be the size of Celestia’s but upon her body, they seemed even more magnificent and yet not even slightly oversized. Her eyes were more beautiful than the finest sapphires, and only made more beautiful than her perfect makeup.

Spitfire could not believe she’d overlooked her. She’d never cared for fashionista mares but this mare? She was perfect, there was simply no other word for it.

Rarity for her part simply laughed at Trixie’s insults-Celestia, even her laugh was perfect- and waved away the crowd’s anger. “Pay her no mind, my dears, let Trixie try to prove her superiority to me, she’ll tire herself out eventually.”

Spitfire could practically hear Trixie’s teeth grinding. “You arrogant little bitch, one day Trixie will prove that Trixie is the sexiest bitch on the planet!”

Spitfire snorted. She already knew that was a lost cause. Trixie was pretty, sexy even, perhaps even in the top ten of sexy mares that Spitfire knew, but she simply couldn’t compete with Rarity. Even a brief glance at Rarity would tell you there was no matching her.

“Er Trixie, you’re getting side tracked again. Perhaps you could move this along?” Starlight said, timidly. From the way she spoke Spitfire knew that she was aware that Trixie beating Rarity at anything was simply a lost cause.

There was a loud sound of an exhausted exhale. “Very well, Starlight, Trixie shall be magnanimous. And finally, to the greatest of our judges, and the sexiest dragon that Equestria could ever hope to produce, give it up for Spike the dragon!”

The crowd roared again, especially the mares. Again, Spitfire could see why. This Spike seemed to be Rarity’s equivalent when it came to sexiness for men. In fact he might even surpass her. Spitfire couldn’t put her mark on what it was, just that she knew he was everything. He was perfect and she wanted him, needed him. What for, exactly, she didn’t know but she knew from the expressions of her fellow mares that she wasn’t the only one who felt this way.

“And now, for the contestants.”

Misty Fly stepped forward, she looked scared, but they had all agreed before the games that she was the best pole dancer out of all of them. At least, when her nerves didn’t get the best of her. She was facing stiff competition though, there was a Pegasus from Canterlot that Spitfire didn’t recognise, but she seemed to have some kind magical aura disguising her.

Then it was that half dragon pony. So sexy that Spitfire wouldn’t have been surprised if she was related to that dragon stud Spike. Moving with a sinful grace with her every step, she had donned the outfit of a succubus. An outfit that revealed much more than it hid and seemed to be punctuated with sex.

She was approaching Misty Fly with the grace of a feline. Stroking a hand through Misty Fly’s light blue mane. “I was hoping it was you doing this event with me, dear.”

Spitfire moved a step forward but she was stopped by Rainbow Dash. “A true Wonderbolt would let Misty Fly handle herself.”

Spitfire hated it, but Rainbow was right. She couldn’t go around digging Misty Fly out of trouble. No matter how much she might want to. But she couldn’t help but get nervous about the smile on Rainbow Dash’s face.

“Umm… I think the games are about to start.” Misty Fly stammered nervously. Angel Cake only chuckled.

“Relax, my dear Misty Fly, we have so much time to get to know each other. I know that our Canterlot candidate likes to take her time with these things.” Angel Cake purred and she was right. The Pegasus from Canterlot was certainly taking her time with her performance. Spitfire really wished she would hurry up.

Angel Cake moved another inch towards Misty Fly. Her intoxicating perfume of vanilla and jasmine filled Misty Fly’s nostrils. “I’ve heard so much about you. You’re shy, yes. But you’re so sweet as well, always helping the team, giving kind words of encouragement, it’s so sweet. So kind, so good.”

“Um… thank you.” Misty Fly said nervously but Spitfire knew that Angel Cake wasn’t here to simply compliment Misty Fly. The way she spoke, the way she moved, it was all with a dark sinful intent.

“Must be exhausting though, all that work you put in. Forcing yourself to smile, always thinking of others. Day in, day out. Might it sometimes get tiring? Perhaps there’s more opportunity in the world?” Angel Cake purred, her every syllable dripping with sinful promise. Misty Fly was starting to squirm, she couldn’t help but listen.

“Oh no, most days, I’m happy to help. It makes my day to-"

"Most days, you say?" Angel Cake said, her eyes alight as if she had just pounced on her prey and caught her in her trap. “So you admit there are days if you wonder there isn't anything more?"

“Um…” Misty Fly mumbled, her timidness mixing with arousal. “Well, I-“

“There’s so much more to you, my dear. Another side to you, chained up behind this kind girl facade.” Angel Cake purred, placing a hand on Misty Fly’s chest, as if she could feel a second heartbeat inside. “It’s an exciting version of you. One who wouldn’t be timid and shy, but free to live out her every ecstasy. No more wallowing in fear, but standing proud in front of adoring fans.”

Angel Cake’s left hand remained on Misty Fly’s chest, whilst her right hand reached around her waist. “You could be so much more. You could be like me. Confident, seductive, perverted and having so much fun.”

Angel Cake’s hand moved from Misty Fly’s chest to just under her chin. Wild, sinful eyes gazing down at her. It was almost as if Spitfire could see her eyes glowing with corruption, even if Angel Cake did not seem to require any magic at all.

“Here’s what you’re going to do, my dear. You’re going to go up there in a minute, but I don’t want you to think of this as a sport, because this is an opportunity. An opportunity to let go of that useless prudishness and become your truest self, learn to feast on their stares and lewd cheers. Be the bad girl I know you can be." Angel Cake purred, her voice like poisoned honey.

"Um I...I'm not sure I want to-" Misty Fly stammered, thumbs twiddling as she mulled over the possibility in her mind. Her eyes darted around, yet also dazed in lust.

"Allow me to give you some incentive." Angel Cake's ruby red lips pressed against Misty Fly's and Misty Fly couldn't resist for long. Angel Cake was simply too strong, too seductive, too arousing. She was overwhelmed in an instant and soon surrendered into the ecstasy of Angel Cake's kiss. When Angel Cake pulled away, Misty Fly was looking up at Angel as if she was... well an angel.

"There's plenty more of that to go around, my dear." Angel Cake said, turning on her heel as the Canterlot stripper came down from the ladder, leaving a **** and horny pony...

"And now it's time for the Judges’ verdict: SEVEN, EIGHT, SIX! So, a pretty above average score all things considered. What do you think, Starlight?" Trixie announced through the microphone. Spitfire only now realised that she had missed the Canterlot stripper's entire act, so distracted was she by Angel Cake's seduction of her Wonderbolt.

"It was certainly a phenomenal ass play to be certain, but the routine had very little variety for Spike to sink his teeth into. It may have also been lasting a bit too long." Starlight said, her voice more analytical than it had any right to be when judging a stripper's routine.

"Perhaps our Mas-Judge was distracted by the real treat in the waiting line. Trixie knows that she was." Trixie said, her voice dripping with lewd undertones. To Spitfire's surprise, Misty Fly didn't blush like she thought she would, but instead smiled instead, albeit somewhat weakly. "In any case, Trixie is proud to announce the next contestant. A girl with the name of an angel but the heart of a succubus, please give it up for Angel Cake!"

Angel Cake blew a kiss to the crowd, and the crowd looked like they might just faint from lust. Spitfire could easily see why as well, Angel Cake seemed to have almost a supernatural ability to stir lust in anyone she could see. It didn't seem to matter how straight you were, or how prudish. She seemed to have an unnatural gift to move her body in such a way, and whisper in just the right ways to bring anyone to their knees. When she danced, it was beyond anyone's ability to comprehend.

It seemed that there wasn't a single hair on her head, or cell in her body that was out of place when she moved. She truly lived up to her namesake as an Angel. Or perhaps a fallen one as her outfit would imply.

She had the audience in awe. The dragon judge was clearly receiving a hand job from one of the other judges. But his eyes were fixed on Angel Cake, and hers likewise were fixed on her Master, When they weren’t glancing down at Misty Fly.

Misty Fly for her part was looking at Angel Cake transfixed. The dancing reflected in her eyes and seemed to be seared into her soul. Spitfire could see several emotions pass over her face. Envy, lust, desire and above all else awe. She wanted to be fucked by her, to be like her, to be her.

Eventually the dance ended on a perfect note. And if Spitfire had to be brutally honest, she couldn’t have done a better job herself. Not that she would dare say that when she was meant to be supporting Misty Fly here. But Spitfire already knew that the best that Misty Fly could hope for was second. The results from the judges were quite similar. A ten from Celestia, a ten from Rarity and a nine from Spike. Likely to make it at least theoretically possible to beat her.

Spitfire's eyes darted towards Celestia's fingers. She had assumed that it was Rarity giving Spike the hand job, but there was an unmistakable white, creamy liquid dripping from her fingers. It couldn't be... could it? Not the virtuous and sweet Celestia?! Spitfire shook her head, trying to dismiss her thoughts. She'd imagined them. At least that was what she was going to tell herself.

"You're too kind, my amazing audience. Be true to yourselves dears, to your sinful, sexy selves. and don't be too afraid of being the lewdest, most perverted versions of yourselves. It's driving me wet." Angel Cake climbed down the ladder. Somehow she was able to keep such a simple task as moving down the ladder seductive and alluring. It was like watching a snake slither down, her prey already caught.

She marched up to Misty Fly, knowing that the poor girl would be next. Misty Fly was nervous, unable to consider how she could possibly compete with the performance before her. But Angel Cake came strutting down straight towards her, a sly grip on her lips. Before Misty Fly could say anything, Angel Cake was pressing herself against MistyFly, her huge tits overwhelming Misty's much more meagre ones. Her nostrils were quickly filled with Angel Cake's perfume and she was shivering.

Angel Cake's hand slipped into Misty Fly's pussy. Her entire body froze, but there wasn't a hint of disgust or anger on her face. Angel Cake's breath was like a siren's voice as she whispered. "Free yourself, embrace the slutty whore I know you can be, and we'll have some private fun tonight."

Misty Fly's eyes were wide, like a child being promised pizza. Angel Cake strutted away, ruffling Misty's hair as she did. Misty Fly was making her way up the ladder like someone had plunged a pin into her butt. Scampering up the ladder, and looking at the large crowd.

For a moment she froze, the clear totality of objectifying herself for such a crowd. To dance like a slut for all of them to watch seemed to freeze Misty Flyin place. Spitfire couldn’t pretend that she didn’t feel her own heart lurch. The Wonderbolts needed to win this.

But her fears were short lived, because Misty Fly found her confidence and Spitfire’s heart soared when Misty began to dance. She was in no way the equal of either the first stripper, and certain leagues below Angel Cake. But there was charm in her dance, that talent alone that went beyond skill. It was hard to say, but the way she became more and more confident with every sway of her hips, how her dancing became more daring as she moved. She may not have been able to equal Angel Cake's raw skill and talent, but there was something enticing about watching a new whore be born. An exhibitionist being drawn out of her shell, of watching Misty Fly's nervous lips curl into a more slutty grin as she did so.

The crowd watched in silence, like a parent watching their child finally come out of their shell. None of the crowd wanted to say a word for fear that they'd scare her back into her shell. A present was being unwrapped, a mare was slowly entering a life of sin, and none of them wanted to lose that present. So the crowd was patient and silent until finally Misty Fly finished her dance. She was now topless now, and her pussy was covered by only a G-String as she struck her final pose. Two peace signs directed to the crowd.

For a second the crowd was silent, before they erupted into cheers. The cheers were different from the one the Canterlot stripper and Angel Cake received. These were the cheers for a graduation, for a mare that had broken free of her shy shell and awakened the slutty creature underneath. Misty Fly was smiling, she looked pleased and proud of herself. Spitfire also shot her a smile, glad that Misty Fly was starting to break out of her shell.

But eventually the crowd's cheers died down a little, as all attention turned to Princess Celestia, Rarity and the dragon judge to await the verdict. Celestia answered first. An eight, and she blew a kiss to go along with it. Rarity was next, she was much more generous with her score, a full ten. Spike meanwhile was somewhere in between and gave her a nine.

The crowd cheered, the score might not have been the same as Angel Cake's but it was a comfortable second place.

“Well that’s not so bad.” Rainbow Dash said, with a shrug. “And hey Misty Fly looked like she had fun.”

Misty Fly was now climbing down the ladder, flushed with pride and lust. Meanwhile Angel Cake was strutting towards her, tail swishing behind her, ass swaying with it. Misty Fly had less than a second to react before she found herself in another of Angel Cake's intoxicating kisses. This time she didn't resist at all but leaned fully into the erotic display and embraced it full ****.

"That was perfect. You really came alive out there." Angel Cake purred, her voice alive with sinful, dark lust.

"It was thanks to you. You awakened something in me, something I didn't know I had. I don't know what but it just made me come alive out there and want to dance, and shake my ass, and suddenly all those perverted stares stopped making me uncomfortable and started making me excited." Misty Fly babbled, she was speaking almost as fast as Rainbow's pink pony fast. Angel Cake was just smiling at her with a proud grin.

"I knew you could do it, and you know I saw a closet just back there where no one would disturb us." Angel Cake whispered into Misty Fly's ear, as seductive as honey and as poisonous as venom. Misty Fly's tail started to wag like a delighted little puppy as she gaped like a fool.

"You mean you and me? But I'm a-I've never-" She stammered, fingers twiddling but this only seemed to be the act of nerves rather than any kind of hesitation.

"A virgin? All the better. Come with me, my dear, and I'll open a whole new world of sin and fun for you to enjoy." The pair walked off, Angel Cake's hand possessively gripping Misty's ass as her own swayed like that of a snake. Spitfire looked at her teammate walking away, a part of her wondering if she ought to say something before ultimately deciding that it would be much unnecessary. And besides, Spitfire couldn't help but feel some surge of pride in her teammate's efforts.

Misty Fly didn't return for a while, by the time she did, with her hair dishevelled and a fucked stupid grin on her face, the next event had already been set up. It was much different than the previous games but also much simpler. A simple cycling race with double seated bikes, the catch was that these were motorbikes. Not powered by kinetic energy but instead by a dildo in each seat that would power the engines.

“You know I'm really starting to get these games.” Spitfire muttered as she took her seat, Rainbow Dash behind her. “There’s something thrilling about the sexualisation of it, isn’t there? I mean is it really any different from the attention we really receive?”

“Of course there is, Captain.” Rainbow Dash said, beaming. “This is a hell of a lot better. I mean, look at Misty Fly.”

Spitfire nodded, her earlier concern had been replaced with pride. Misty Fly’s transformation from a meek and shy young girl into a more confident seductress was a sight to behold. Spitfire may have started this competition simply because of her honour as a Wonderbolt requiring her to never back down from a fight, but now she was starting to truly develop a taste for it.

“Hey Rainbow, say we do win these games. What’s the prize?”

The question seemed innocent enough, enough that Spitfire was quite surprised by Rainbow’s lips turning into a wicked, wicked grin. “You’ll see, Captain. You’ll see. But I assure you, you’ll love it. Hell, you’ll need it. Like any Wonderbolt would.”

Spitfire didn’t know what to make of that, but somehow, someway, she could sense there was truth to her words. She felt an energy in her legs now, a beating in her heart and an urge to win. She didn't know what this prize was, but somehow she knew that both she and the Wonderbolts needed it. She looked to her opponents, the pink pony was back to represent the Canterlot team, along with the same stripper that had been pole dancing before, the latter looking furious. Spitfire had seen **** faces on Nightmare Moon. The two seemed familiar somehow now that she thought about it.

The team from Ponyville was a pair of two mothers. Mrs Cake, as the last of the Cake family who hadn't competed since the first game, was also competing. The other mother was one that Spitfire had seen in quite a few playpony magazines, with her freckled tits and that juicy gigantic ass. "Hey Rainbow, isn't that your future mother-in-law?"

"Huh? Oh hey, it is Pear Butter. Hey there, sweet cheeks!" Rainbow Dash cried, waving her hand widely without apparently a shred of shame. Pear Butter for her part smiled back at Rainbow Dash and blew her a kiss.

"Don't let Applejack hear you talking like that, it might make her jealous." Pear Butter said, with a teasing tone of voice. Spitfire was gaping at hearing a mother talk to her daughter's girlfriend so flippantly. Even stranger was the fact that Rainbow didn't seem to be ashamed in the least.

"Hey, you know she'd be down for a threesome. Why not make it a wager? If I win, then it's a threesome with both yours and Applejack's fat asses." Rainbow Dash said, with a smirk. Spitfire could hardly believe this, even harder to believe was that Pear Butter was considering it.

"Hardly sounds like a downside if I lose. So what do I win, pumpkin?"

"Whatever you want, Wonderbolt's honour." Rainbow Dash said, holding up two fingers like a pledge.

"Well, it looks like I'll hold you to that." Pear Butter said with a smile.

"Oh hey, hey. Can I join too?" Pinkie Pie asked, babbling like mad, hopping up and down on her bike with a mad glee. "I wanna bet too. It could be a lot of fucktastic fun."

"Sure, of course, Pinkie." Rainbow Dash said. "You don't think I'd leave one of my best friends out of the picture, do you?"

"Aw, that's sweet Rainbow Dash, that's why you're one of my bestest friends with bestest sextastic benefits." Pinkie said. Were those tears of joy welling up in her eyes?

"You know it, same deal Pinkie. You win, you get whatever you want from me." Rainbow Dash said, with a smile.

"Aw thanks Dashie."

"AND IT'S ALMOST TIME! THE SEXY AND SENSUOUS TRIXIE would like to remind everyone that the race is about to begin." Trixie announced with a certain tension to her voice that told them that she didn't like being ignored. Although the lustful grunt a few seconds later might mean that the tension came from a different source. Like a certain unicorn between her legs.

The different racers got into position, their feet on the pedals, their pussies above the dildo. It was shaped much the same as the dildo from the pelvic pole vault. Large, draconic, thick and somehow even as a version of it made of rubber, it seemed so perfectly virile. Spitfire could feel herself getting wet from it already, part of her dreading putting such a behemoth into her pussy, a growing part of her was eagerly anticipating the challenge.

"THREE!"

"TWO!"

"ONE!"

"GO!"

The bikes sped off, the Canterlot team securing an early lead thanks to Pinkie's maniac energy and her teammate's own colossal ass that could take it easily. Second were the Ponyville team, doing quite a modest team, and finally the Wonderbolts lagged a little behind. It was Spitfire's fault, she'd hesitated and that had left it to Rainbow to pick up her slack. Thankfully, Rainbow was no slouch in the department either, and as the one with the handles, Rainbow was steering and she was the best driver of the three teams.

The dildo was pure ecstasy, Spitfire had no idea how something this dirty could feel so good! But it did, as if it was her purpose to be fucked by a shape like this. Her reservations were disappearing as she fucked herself on the dildo with new purpose. Soon enough, Rainbow had them zooming past Pinkie Pie and was just one place away from the first.

“Now you’re getting it, Captain!” Rainbow Dash cheered, but her eyes were laser focused in front of them. She was barely able to glance behind her, so **** she was to win. They were closing the distance to the twin MILFs bike, just a few inches behind them. Rainbow Dash was grinning like a mad mare, and Spitfire knew all she had to do was keep the momentum of the bike going and she would take back first place.

"You look determined, Rainbow. You must really want your future mother- in-law's ass." Pear Butter said, briefly lifting herself off of her bike's dildo so that she could wave her ass at Rainbow's face.

"M-mother-in-law?" Rainbow Dash gasped, blushing. It wasn't the proposition that distracted her or the lewd sway of the MILF's fantastic, freckled behind. But more the prospect of a marriage and a future mother-in-law that seemed to be distracting Rainbow Dash. She was stunned, like a little girl being teased by her parents, they started to drift.

"PAY ATTENTION, RAINBOW DASH!" Spitfire yelled but it was to no effect. Rainbow Dash was veering off course, but she seemed blind to that fact and deaf to Spitfire's own screams. The Canterlot Team were closing the distance, Pinkie Pie approaching with her hips thrusting as wildly as she was smiling. Spitfire needed to knock some sense into Rainbow Dash. Quick.

It came to her in an instant. Perhaps the lewd nature of the games were taking their effect on Spitfire's psyche, or perhaps it was something about Rainbow's enthusiasm was infectious, or perhaps Spitfire's drive to win at any costs had driven her to this, or perhaps she had just about become as slutty as the other mares at the games had become, but Spitfire knew what she needed to do next. With both hands she reached around Rainbow's chest and pinched both of Rainbow Dash's nipples, knocking her out of her daze in a haze of orgasmic bliss.

"Get your horny ass back in the game, slut! We've got a game to win and I'll be DAMNED if I let you let the Wonderbolts down!" Spitfire screamed, pinching Rainbow's nipples tight. She could smell cum trickling out of Rainbow's pussy, but she seemed to have done the trick, as Rainbow had started shaking her head and correcting her course.

"R-right. Sorry C-captain. Thanks." She grunted, seemingly confused, yet she was able to correct her course. They'd lost a good deal of speed and the finishing line was closer and closer. But they were gaining and the distance between them and first place was thinning quickly. Spitfire mounted her own dildo with a wild passion, determination and drive overshadowing any remaining reservations and inhibitions she might still have. It felt good, it felt really good. She just wanted to keep fucking this dildo forever. If only there was a way to fuck a real cock like this. It'd be bliss, it'd be wonderful, it'd be-

"CAPTAIN!"

Now it was Spitfire's turn to be snapped out of her horny reverie. Though she was not blessed enough to receive a good tit grope to snap her out of her daze. She wiped her head around, dimly noticing the crowds and catcalls in the crowd and the fact that she still had her hands around Rainbow Dash's nipples. "Wh-what happened?"

"We won!" Rainbow Dash said grinning, she looked like she wanted to hug Spitfire, but she didn't want to make the Wonderbolt Captain let go of her tits. With her team fast approaching, Spitfire finally realised what she was doing and snapped her hands away as if Rainbow's tits were burning hot.

"I-I'm sorry, Rainbow. I don't k-know what came over me." Spitfire stuttered in a blind panic, but to her surprise, Rainbow just smiled.

"Don't worry Captain, you can touch them anytime." Spitfire could only smile weakly as their team came to congratulate them. She supposed it didn't matter now. All that mattered was that they were onto the next round.

A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long, a mixture of job searching and simply burnout has caused this to take a bit of a slowdown. The next chapter will be the final challenge of the Diamond Games and within either that one or the one afterwards will wrap up the Spitfire arc.

Any suggestions, feedback, and constructive criticism are welcome.

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