A Philosophy Debate

“Alright, girls,” Spitfire said, huddling her team close together. She made her best show of being prepared and determined, everything a leader should be. “We’ve been the underdogs. We’re not natural strippers or whores-”

“I don’t know, I think Misty Fly wasn’t doing so bad today.” Rainbow Dash interrupted with a smile. To Spitfire’s surprise, Misty Fly smiled in response.

“Well, I had a good teacher.” She flipped her hair as though she was bragging.

“And she wasn’t the only one enjoying it, was she, chief?” Fleetfoot grinned. Spitfire blushed, but could not deny the accusation.

“The point is, that we’ve been the underdogs today and we’ve all held our own. Now, the final prize is in sight and we're damn well going to win it." Spitfire said, eyes blazing with determination. "And you can bet that prize is going to be ours. Like with any true Wonderbolt."

The final note was delivered with far more **** than normal. Usually Spitfire was not so much concerned with the prize as she was with the competition, but as Rainbow had made clear earlier, the prize was essential as any true Wonderbolt could attest to. Only Rainbow Dash did not look a little confused by the emphasis she placed on it. At least at first, but there was something in Rainbow's words that radiated even when Spitfire was speaking them. Almost as if the message was magical itself for any Wonderbolt who heard them. Somehow, they all soon agreed.

"Yes, absolutely."

"We need that prize!"

"What even is it?"

At this last question from Misty Fly, every Wonderbolt head turned to Rainbow who'd entered them in the competition in the first place. She smiled however, that cocky, eager grin that she always had whenever she was excited for something. "Trixie will announce it before the final event."

"Speaking of which," Fleetfoot interrupted, "What exactly is the final event? They gave us several things it could be but never said precisely what it was going to be."

"It's not that different from the first one." Spitfire admitted, now growing more serious as the task of winning came before them. "It's Keijo. Remember we researched it."

"Wasn't that the sport that came over from the human comics?” Fleetfoot asked, rubbing her head.

Spitfire nodded. “Yeah the ‘manga’ they call it. Or at least that’s what I heard from Twilight. Anyway it’s like wrestling but you can’t use your hands. Just your tits and ass, a bit like what they did at the Ukuphana.”

“The what?”

“It’s an old Zebra tradition they celebrated in Ponyville. Guess that’s why they’re doing it again. It was an absolute blast last time.” Rainbow Dash said with a grin. She remembered how **** Rarity had been to win, how competitive she had gotten. How determined she’d been to suck Spike’s cock. It had been the first time the Diamond in the Master’s hoard served her Master directly. It was a treasured memory for every member of the hoard that had been born here. “So, I’m sure we’re going to have fun this time.”

Unfortunately, Spitfire’s team seemed to frown at this revelation. Enough that Rainbow noticed it. “Hey girls, what’s got you in such a funk?”

Misty Fly was the first to speak up. "You know that we're not quite on the same...um... chest department here. It'll be like trying to wrestle someone with half an arm."

"Yeah, Misty's right. I mean we've all seen the jugs on the other girls, some of us up close." Fleetfoot said, side-eyingMisty Fly who blushed as she nodded, both intimidated and aroused. "They're in a whole other league to us."

"Oh, is that all?" Rainbow Dash asked, her voice so casual that it seemed to not worry her in the slightest. "Well, don't worry girls, I've got the perfect solution for that, don't we, Zecora?"

A mature zebra with a curvy body, rich throat, and large striped tits came striding towards them. As she walked along, she wore tribal furs and carried a staff with a tribal skull on it, though Spitfire wondered if it was really necessary to make such a garb so revealing. She was rolling along a cart carrying a cauldron of some kind of bubbling potion, along with a large spoon and several glasses.

"Rainbow Dash gave me a call, she was worried that your chests might be too small. Thankfully I have the solution right here, merely drink of my concoction and your problems will disappear." Zecora said, her voice a sultry and deep purr as she measured out four separate glasses of this brew.

"Woah, woah, woah. Performance-enhancing potions? Rainbow, you're better than this. Wonderbolts don't cheat." Spitfire said, raising her hands to stop any of her fellow Wonderbolts from drinking. To her pride however, she saw that none of them were tempted.

"These aren't performance enhancing potions, Captain. This is just giving us the needed equipment in order to compete." Rainbow Dash said, but she sounded ever so slightly rehearsed. Like she had expected this very conversation. "You wouldn't call it cheating for everypony to be given a flight suit or a pole in a pole vault.”

"This is different, Rainbow Dash." Spitfire insisted. "You know that."

"But we need to win." Rainbow Dash said, her voice echoing with something convincing. "The prize is too important."

"We don't even know what the prize is." Misty Fly responded softly, but she didn't seem convinced by her own argument.

"Yeah, for all we know it's a coupon for Flim and Flam's emporium." Fleetfoot added. "There's no sense in losing our honour over it. Not unless the prize is really good."

Spitfire picked up on that last remark, and was about to say that no reward was worse sullying their honour over it. But somehow something in Rainbow Dash's words resonated with her. The prize is too important, she might not know what it was, but somehow she knew that the Wonderbolts needed that prize, whatever it was. So instead she echoed Misty's words. "We don't even know what the prize is."

"Rainbow Dash, have you not even told them what is at stake? The chance to be a **** to a drake?" Zecora asked, pausing as she was filling a glass.

"I was gonna!" Rainbow Dash whined half heartedly.

"S-slaves to a drake?" Spitfire asked, gawking at Rainbow Dash who at least had the good grace to look awkward.

"Damn it, Zecora, I had planned to keep it a secret until the contest actually started!" Rainbow Dash yelled at Zecora, frustrated. But the other Wonderbolts seemed to be gawking at Rainbow Dash.

"T-that's what the prize of this contest is? This is why you've dragged us into this sexed up tournament?" Spitfire asked, uncharacteristically angry and stunned. It was like Rainbow had been replaced with something else. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Are we sure this isn't a Changeling, or something?" Fleetfoot whispered.

Misty Fly seemed to be too stunned for words.

"Alright, girls, I can get you're confused-"

"That's an understatement." Fleetfoot grumbled, looking very much like she wanted to leave.

"Look, look, calm down and hear me out. That's what good teammates do right?" Rainbow Dash said, and begrudgingly, Spitfire calmed down and folded her arms.

"Good teammates don’t try to sell their teammates into slavery.” Spitfire grumbled, folding her arms. But she had no bite to her words, and would let her teammate explain herself, like any good teammate would. She could see her fellow teammates doing the same and begrudgingly giving Rainbow Dash the chance to explain herself. To begin with, Rainbow Dash unbuttoned her jump suit, a sight they were well accustomed to now, but this time magical ink appeared over her cleavage. 'Property of Spike.'

"This is an invention of Zecora's, invisible ink that only shows to ponies I want to show it to. But, you see what this means, don't you? I'm not trying to betray you, I'm trying to get you girls to join me in what has got to be the absolute most awesome decision of my life." Rainbow Dash said, beaming with pride as she showed it all to them. "Impressed, aren't you? It's like a badge of honour, I'm sure you girls understand."

"Well, it's a pretty good tattoo." Spitfire said, softening slightly upon this realisation. "But why in Equestria would you ever want to be some dragon's ****?"

"It's not just me, it's Zecora too. Ain't that right, Zecora?"

"Rainbow Dash is right, I too am Spike's ****, day and night." Zecora confirmed with a smile, similar magical words appearing over her cleavage. It was only now that Spitfire realised a chain had also appeared around her Cutie Mark.

"Yeah, well have you two gone mad? Why in Celestia's name would you two do that?!" Fleetfoot asked, but the word 'Celestia' stirred something in Spitfire's thoughts. No it couldn't be...

"It's different for everypony who joins. I mean, take Zecora here. She joined Spike’s harem because it was an old Zebra tradition to serve emerald dragons like Spike.” Rainbow Dash said, pointing at Zecora.

“It was such a wonderful mission, steeped in zebra tradition. All zebra mares, foolish or smart, yearn for the day that they too can partake in this art.” Zecora explained, bowing gracefully.

“Yeah, yeah but we’re not zebras.” Spitfire pointed out, from her face, it was clear that she was very much struggling to figure out why she was still entertaining this.

“Yeah but it’s not just Zecora, it’s me too-” Rainbow Dash protested. “Look, being a sex **** to Spike, it’s- well, I can’t really explain why- but it’s the most awesome feeling in history. Like every day being more awesome than the last, the only thing more awesome than that is being the one of a whole harem of sex slaves.”

“You-your crazy fantasies,” Fleetfoot pinched the bridge of her nose, unable to figure out why she was still attempting to reason with Rainbow Dash. “are your own business but don’t drag us into them. Why would we ever want to-”

“Hey it’s not just me! Some of the best and brightest are also serving as Spike’s sex ****.” Rainbow Dash spluttered indignantly. “There’s me, yes, because I’m so awesome! But there’s also Scootaloo and Pinkie Pie and Applejack and-“

“Princess Celestia.” Spitfire said, her entire world collapsing around her as she said it. “Is she part of it too?”

The other Wonderbolts looked at Spitfire like she had lost her mind, at least they did until she saw the grin on Rainbow Dash’s face. “And not just her. But Princess Luna, Princess Twilight, Princess Cadance-”

"PRINCESS CADANCE?!" Misty Fly blurted out before she could stop herself. "But she's married! And the Princess of Love. She couldn't, I mean there's no way. Not...not her."

"The one and only." Rainbow Dash winked, which sent Misty Fly into a blushing mess. Now the other Wonderbolts were looking around at every pony in the crowd, trying to piece together who was in Spike's glorious harem and who wasn't.

"The other strippers... the ones from Canterlot and Ponyville... are they?" Spitfire asked slowly, as her mind put the pieces together.

"You can bet on it, all of them, in fact. From Octavia's fat tits to Pinkie's sexy ass and your new fuckbuddy Misty Fly." Misty Fly gasped, her hands going to her mouth as her eyes turned towards Angel Cake. The hatchling was turned away from Misty Fly and as such could not see her. But even turned away, Angel Cake seemed to radiate a sex appeal that was utterly irresistible.

"These entire games. All the sex based games. They weren't being done just for their own sake were they, they were being done for your dragon Master weren't they?" Fleetfoot eyes were darting around, looking at every contestant and viewer with a new suspicious glare.

"Yep." Rainbow Dash said, her voice filled with smugness.

"But why would you ever do this to us?" Spitfire asked, albeit with little fear or anger in her voice. She seemed unable to summon it through a dizzying display of confusion and shock. "What could you possibly be thinking?"

"That it was my duty as a good friend and Wonderbolt." Rainbow explained, and this time her words resonated with her teammates. They didn't know why, but something about what she had just said resonated with them. "Being Spike's sex **** is the most awesome experience in my life, and I want you three to share in it too. Just like any Wonderbolt would do with her teammates. And of course, Spike would find it hot as fuck as well."

The words again struck true. Any Wonderbolt would try and share any wonderful experience with each other whenever they could. That was just what a true Wonderbolt did. But there was still one element of doubt which Spitfire was the first to voice. "And what exactly made you think we would enjoy this?"

"Well, you already have been." Rainbow Dash said, picking up one of the dildos that the Wonderbolts had been using to train. Spitfire had no intention of revealing this but something about these dildos were pure, unfiltered ecstasy when using them. Each one seemed just so perfectly shaped, as if all cunts in the world had been secretly created to serve such a dick. "I've seen how much each of you get off on these plastic dicks we were using. How perfectly they filled you up, how every second you were riding them filled you with the best fucking feeling [i]ever[i/]."

They blushed quietly. They hated to admit it but every word that Rainbow Dash said was right on the money. Though none of the Wonderbolts dared to voice this opinion out loud. Instead they looked on in awkward silence, allowing their blushing cheeks and hardening nipples to answer Rainbow Dash.

"Well, that's because each of these dildos have been based on the finest, most awesome dick in the entire world." Rainbow Dash explained, running a finger along them. "The dick that mares were born to please. And let me tell you that when you're fucked by the real thing, these dildos barely come close."

"Rainbow Dash speaks the truth, even if she can be a bit uncouth. To be speared by our Master’s mighty cock, nothing would give you a better fuck.” Zecora assured them, and Spitfire could sense the sincerity in her words even if she might deny it.

Spitfire’s eyes betrayed her and they darted over to the judges’ panel to spy Spike. His features were, as usual, handsome beyond comprehension. The more she looked ,the more it was as if his face had been moulded to fit every aspect of Spitfire’s fantasies, or perhaps her fantasies had been shaped to fit him. Right now, something was going on at the judges’ stand, the way Spike was moving his hand and the way Princess Celestia’s face was scrunched up in silent moans and lust. Spitfire didn’t think she could ever see Celestia like that.

“And you know, Misty Fly,” Rainbow Dash said, seizing her advantage. “Angel Cake is one too. In fact, she’s even the daughter of the Master, her talent fucking you, it all came from him. That's what you can be if you promise to serve him."

To Spitfire's shock and slight horror, it looked as if the idea seemed appealing to Misty Fly. Perhaps even worse was that there was just a part of Spitfire that couldn't help but be tempted by the idea. She had remembered how good it felt for the whole time that she had been fucked by that dildo on the bike. It was like pure ecstasy.

"So that's the reward for today, that's what the Wonderbolts are all fighting for today! For that feeling to be fucked hard and fast. To feel the pure ecstasy of serving the drake who, quite frankly, is by far the sexiest dragon Equestria has ever seen! That's why this whole fucking contest exists after all, to let us earn the right to be his god damn sex slaves. And let’s be honest, it's a prize better than any other for a Wonderbolt!" Rainbow Dash said, her eyes glinting with enthusiasm. An enthusiasm that was as infectious as it was frankly manic in nature.

But the more she was talking, the more she strangely somehow made sense. There was something appealing in the idea, wasn't there? Something for the Wonderbolts could see. These games had been fun, despite their nature, each of the Wonderbolts had enjoyed themselves, and being fucked by those dildos. Would it really be so bad to embrace the real thing?

"And you know Celestia is a member of Spike's harem, you know? Yep, she arranged the whole thing, well, not one hundred percent of the whole thing, but she's been preparing Equestria to join Spike's harem. And so has Luna, and Cadance, and even Twilight herself. You're loyal to the Princesses, aren't you? You don't think that they'd ever do this if it wasn't the absolute best thing possible for Equestria, do you?"

Spitfire couldn't deny the truth of Rainbow Dash's words. The Princesses, especially Princess Celestia wouldn't do that. N-not unless there was a good reason for it. And Spitfire and the Wonderbolts were meant to serve the Princesses, right? Whatever they thought was best had to be best, right? So really, it was for the best that the Wonderbolts did what the Princesses wanted.

Spitfire looked back at the judge's stand, it seemed that Celestia could tell what they were discussing because her face had betrayed a side to her that Spitfire hadn't seen before. And yet despite being so unfamiliar, it felt as if it was an expression that belonged perfectly on Celestia's face. Like it had always been a secret side to her that she had kept hidden, suppressed. A manic lust appeared on her face, with an erotic flash in her eyes. It was both cunning, erotic but driven with almost a wild lust. Celestia sent them a wink.

Spitfire was shivering, just that look alone was enough to know that everything Rainbow Dash said was true. If there had been any doubts about her sincerity before, they were quickly washed away. So it was clear that this was the will of the Princesses and if the way that Celestia squirmed in her seat even whilst her face returned to its mask of regal formality was any indication, she was currently being fingered by Spike the dragon. Her lord, her owner, her Master and was loving every second of it.

"Look how happy she is, girls, look how much she needs it. You've been playing around the truth all day, each of you have been given a little taste of the heaven that is to come in serving. That's what these games are about, what they're REALLY about. Celebrating that life and purpose as a sex **** for Spike. Trust me when you learn to serve him, that your whole life revolves around pleasing him, you'll never want to go back."

"The festival is much like my own zebra tradition, like the Ukuphana, it is meant to celebrate the joys of submission." Zecora assured them, pouring out the potions for each of them. "Of course, there will be no reward, if you do not fight tooth and nail for the award. For that, you will need a bigger rack, to help go on the attack."

Spitfire felt a jolt of anxiety pierce through her heart. Something in Rainbow Dash’s words seemed to resonate with her. She needed to win, Rainbow Dash’s arguments, crazy as they were, did seem to make that abundantly clear to her. She couldn’t afford to lose this game, she wouldn't be a true Wonderbolt if she did. And the fulfilment, the joy, the happiness every **** seemed to feel. She wanted it, she wanted her team to feel that. As Captain, Spitfire couldn't afford to let them down.

"Now, girls." Spitfire said authoritatively, entering her 'captain' mode. "I know what Rainbow is saying is a little unorthodox. But there's truth to it." Spitfire swallowed as she took in the confused stares of her team. "We've all seen how much fun the other girls have been having, we've experienced in these games just a hint of what the life as a sex **** to that beast of a dragon would be like. And we've seen that even Celestia herself thinks that life would be better as a sex **** to the dragon."

Spitfire's eyes flitted towards the dragon. He really was handsome, an Adonis in the flesh. It was enough to make even the normally unflappable Spitfire shiver.

"And another simple fact is that a true Wonderbolt would never back down from a challenge, that they'd do whatever it takes to win." Spitfire took one of the vials, her hand shaking. The speech she was giving was every bit of an attempt to convince herself as well as her teammates but she could no longer deny the truth of Rainbow Dash's words. "So, I'm going to ask each of you now. You want to back out, no shame from me, but if you want to stick to it, to join me in fighting for this prize, and claiming a place in this...harem," Spitfire coughed, cheeks growing pink. "then I only think it's fair to even the playing field."

To her surprise, both Misty Fly and Fleetfoot drank. From the expressions on their faces, she had to wonder if they were only waiting for Spitfire to give them the go ahead. Perhaps so that they might have an excuse to say yes as well. Following their lead, Spitfire drank her own potion, with perhaps a bit more eagerness than she had initially intended to. The fizzy concoction was surprisingly tasty, a bit like a lime flavoured soft drink, but Spitfire had little time to reflect on the taste as the real sensation began in her chest.

It started as the potion settled in her stomach, the same fizz as the drink seemed to radiate into her chest. The same giddiness that the fizz radiated seemed to be passed on to every cell in her breasts, before they started to multiply and swell. Quickly, they doubled and tripled in size as her flight suit started to strain against the sheer weight and size of her new breasts. Spitfire was just left there gawking at her new breasts. Her hands slowly roamed over them, a part of her thinking they might just pass through but they did not.

"They're...certainly a handful." Spitfire said, unable to keep the awe out of her voice. A task not made any easier when she saw the similarly mammoth pairs that Fleetfoot and Misty Fly were now sporting. "I'm not sure our suits can handle them."

"It's easier if you unzip them a little." Rainbow said, demonstrating her own unzipped flight suit. Apparently in her mind, unzipping them a little actually meant all the way down to her navel and then some. But Spitfire couldn't deny that her breasts still filled them all quite snuggly. "It's almost a shame it's only temporary, but, I suppose our Master wants a bit of variety in his girls."

"Indeed, he desires a bit of spice when he indulges in his vice." Zecora smirked as she loaded up the potion ingredients. "I wish all you girls good luck, if you win, I'm sure it'll be a good fuck."

The way Rainbow Dash said it before. 'Our Master'. She said it so casually, yet the world sent a thrill down every cell in Spitfire's body all the same. Perhaps it was the casualness itself that caused the thrill for her, the simplicity and normalness of simply admitting that she was a **** to this dragon. Nevertheless, Spitfire followed Rainbow Dash's advice, zipping down her jumpsuit until it reached her navel. Immediately the suit became so much more comfortable whilst still being nicely filled out.

"Yeah, that's much better. I'm guessing this wasn't the first time you've taken one of these busty potions, huh, Rainbow Dash?" Fleetfoot teased as she roamed her hands over her enormous bust.

"You know it." Rainbow Dash said with a wink and a big grin.

"WOAH! What happened to you girls?" Soarin’ asked, having been kept to the side lines for most of the games. So few of the events had been well suited for male players, which only now made sense to Spitfire. After all, if the whole point of the games was to display one's own sexual prowess for their Master, well the males just simply couldn't serve Spike in the same way.

"We just... got a bit of help is all." Misty Fly said, an embarrassed but perverted smile on her face as her eyes remained fixed to the ground. "Something to help in the final round."

"Wait, you girls aren't taking performance enhancing potions are you?" Thunderlane asked, horrified as he followed his friend. Soarin’ must have been keeping Thunderlane company before as the latter had been eliminated in the first round.

"Any Wonderbolt would do whatever it takes to win!" Spitfire spat, far more harshly than she intended to. "We don't let anything get in the way when the prize is this good! WE need every advantage we can get!"

Some of Rainbow Dash's passion must be rubbing off on her, because she could see the thoughts register slowly in their heads. They blinked ever so slightly before finally nodding. "Yeah, sorry, Captain. We didn't realise what the prize was, but if it's this good, then we'll do whatever it takes to win."

"No apologies necessary." Spitfire said, waving a hand even as she let out a sigh of relief. "I understand that in most circumstances, this wouldn't be considered."

"So what's the plan, Captain? Same as the first round and serve as bait for the other contestants?" Soarin’ asked, fists clenched in enthusiasm, like this was any other sport.

"Yep, the task here is a little like the first round. It's Keijo. So we're wrestling but only with our asses and tits and you can bet there are bonus points if we're doing it sexually as well." Spitfire explained, she was entering her coach mode now, her voice stricter as it always became before the big game. "So we're going to have to lock in. If we want that prize-" Spitfire swallowed, trying to hide how much she drooled over the thought of that prize. "-If we want that prize, then we're going to have to lock in. We're going to have to fight dirty. We're going to have to do whatever it takes to earn our place as Spike's sex slaves!"

"YEAH!" The girls said, punching their fists to the sky.

A/N: Final round next time, this chapter was meant to start out as a brief prelude but kind of exploded outward as the point where the Wonderbolts finally accepted why they were really in this race. So in the end I decided to split it into two chapters.

Any suggestions, feedback, and constructive criticism are welcome.

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