From my Eyes to Yours.

The crowd cheers and the stadium rumbles with the pure adrenalin surging through every cement inch of the inner stands. It's an epic game that any die-hard Wonderbolts fan would be stupid to even think about missing. So how stupid did you feel standing outside of all the action with a broom in one hand and a balled fist in the other? Those cheers were just the gravy on the humiliation potatoes you were eating at this point. You could just hear all of the excitement exploding out of the speakers and the audience members as some sort of amazing play was made one after the other. Had the Wonderbolts made a touch-down? Scored a free throw? Half-court, full-court? What kind of game were they even playing? Everyone watching sure knew; but did you? No, you had to clean the messes they made on the inside of the stadium.

Sweeping along the concrete floor, those cheers just became more and more unbearable with each new influx of adrenalin. If you had only thought to sign up for work sooner, you may have been one of those lucky dogs selling hot dogs and watching the game for free. But, no. You had to come last and get stuck with the grunt work no one ever wants to do. No show, no glamour, and only four dollars an hour. Life really sucked sometimes and just never looked like it was going to get better. So you swept... And swept... And swept... And finally took the broom in both hands and broke it over your knee before throwing it over your shoulder in a fit of rage.

When you threw it over your shoulder, the last thing -the very last thing- you had expected to hear was someone's voice. "Ouch! Hey! The flying fuck was that for, you twit?!" You just froze up like a stone when you heard that. Maybe, if you didn't move, they'd just go away. "I'm talking to you! The least you can do is turn around!" You heard footsteps echoing closer and closer to you from behind.

All you could think of was two things. One; maybe if you broke for it now, you could get away from them while they're still disoriented by the clock on their head. However, that was you assuming you hit them on the head in the first place. Second; whoever it was that was behind you had a much warmer tone of voice than the language she was throwing at you. Untimely, the indecision of not moving from wear you stood lead to having that lady's hand pinch down on your shoulder. Your body was jerked around in a one-eighty-degree spin to meet the face of your broom assault victim.

She was... Not pretty... What's the word you would use? Sexy? Not so much. Beautiful? A little. Sultry? A little closer... You got it! Slutty! That was it. She looked kind of slutty if you had to use a word for it. A small letterman jacket leaving her midriff showing; and a skimpy white skirt with gold accents around it. What seemed the most strange or rather interesting about the girl was that her hair was a sparkling pinkie and she was wearing a tiara. Even-so, all of that together didn't make the hands-on-hips death glare she was giving you any less threatening. "So, what? You just throw brooms around and hope to hit girls in the head? Is that the newest craze for boys to attract girls these days? Is that it?" Yep, you hit her on the head alright...

"..."

"Oh! Now you're interested in knowing if I'm alright or not!" her snarling expression and sharp jabs into your chest with her finger told you that she wasn't easily forgiving. "You people are just so infuriated!"

"...?"

"Workers, grunts, scabs, guys-who-work-inside-instead-of-during-a-game. I.E; you," not moments ago you were just kicking yourself over that exact issue; and her bringing it up just ignited something in you. Your hand snapped out and clutched the woman's hand, yanking it closer along with her so you could look her right in her pinkie eyes.

"...!"

Her expression quickly changed as she was pressed right against you. Rage filtered out of her eyes and were then replaced by embarrassment and a small shimmer of shame. "Oh... I'm really sorry. I feel like a complete heel now. I didn't realize..." you nearly doubled back when you heard her talk now; she sounded so relaxed and almost demure.

"...?"

"Heel... It means stupid, horrible, crude... bad," after she finished explaining, she looked down between you and her, what little space there was while you held her close by the grip on her wrist, "Really, you can let me go anytime you want."

You snap her away in a fit of embarrassment, making her stumbled a small step as she steadied herself. Though you had just released her hand, she offered it back to you with a charming smile... A much better face than the rage filled one she had just a moment ago. "My name is Celestia."

"..."

"Huh..." your hands shook in a small clasp while she seemed to chew over what you said, "I'm pretty sure I already know someone by that name... I'll just call you Broom-Boy." Fair enough, you had to admit... You did hit her with a broom after all.

"...?"

"Right. I'm really just being completely rude today. Yeah, I'm not here to watch the show at all," she gestured down one of the corridors to the still roaring playing field and show. Had they all been cheering this whole time? "I'm actually one of the raising morale effectiveness women for the Wonderbolts."

"...?"

"Sure, if you want to put it simple, yes; I'm a cheerleader. I just broke away from the group for a moment to clear my head," her hand raised to her head and rubbed at a spot under her flowing hair, "Little did I know that when I left to clear my head, I would be hit in the head by a disgruntled janitor."

"..."

"Don't even worry about it. I'm over it," Celestia huffed out what remained of her frustration. Honestly? What a relief. Pissing off a cheerleader at a stadium filled with testosterone filled men was on the top ten list of things you should never do. If anything, this dodged bullet was really something to take a-- "Up for a fuck?"

Those fans could have very well been cheering the entire way through as you stood there. But at that moment, it was your heart, brain, and above all your penis, that was cheering even louder. This was a moment for the record books perhaps! Every man's dream!

Cheerleader? Check.

Cheerleader that looks slutty? Check.

Cheerleader that looks slutty that asked you to fuck? Check.

Cheerleader that looks slutty that asked you to fuck in a public place? Check.

Cheerleader that looks slutty that asked you to fuck in a public place whom you only met ten seconds ago? Check.

"...?"

"I said I wanted to clear my head, right? Well, from... experience... a hard fucking tends to knock a few of my thoughts right out of my head," she giggled at you and gave you a sly look as she bit into her bottom lip and lightly tugged down on her already low skirt. "So, if anything... You'd be doing me a favor?"

Well... It WOULD be doing her a favor after all. You're a gentleman after all. Helping a lovely lady with a problem is what gentlemen do, right? At the very least, you just need that much justification to grab onto Celestia's wrist again and drag her along behind you; looking for a place to 'help with her head'. At this point in the game playing in the stadium, even the vendors were out looking at the final quarter of it all; leaving the entirety of the inner stadium open and vacant. The two of you search around for somewhere to take this before Celestia herself turns the tables on your wrist grab and pulls you along to a nearby 'Flanky's' store. The two of you hop the counter and make a bee-line for deeper into the empty kitchen.

You're careful and make sure to look for any possible way for anyone to see the two of you hiding in the deep corners of the empty kitchen. Once you're sure, you stop looking around and put your attention to Celestia... And your attention could have never returned at a better point. Now on her knees, Celestia had unzipped her jacket and let her bountiful breasts tease out into sight while she twirled her panties around at the corner of her finger. How she managed to get those off in the less than ten seconds you weren't looking was beyond you... But why were you complaining? You hurried and unzipped your own pants, fumbling at the zipper and hem, too fixated on looking at the bombshell on her knees in front of you to manage too well.

Finally, your pants dropped to your ankles and Celestia hummed to herself, examining your naked lower half. "Well-well, Broom-boy..." your back arched back and a sharp gasp left your lips as you felt a soft, swift hand grasp around your lower rod, jerking it slowly at a leisurely pace, "You should've just hit me over the head with this 'broom' first..." her lips smacked together wetly, letting the glittering lip gloss she was wearing become more pronounced, "It would've saved both of us some pain and time..."

Your hips rock slowly against the soft warmth of Celestia's palm and fingers; receiving small, tense squeezes from it every so often. As your shaft throbbed between her palm and fingers, she let her tongue loll out and lather tentatively all across your swollen tip. Her tongue slipped and jolted at an amazing swiftness against the hot target she decided upon while still stroking across the piece between her fingers. It's hard not to, but you clench your teeth in an attempt to stifle rising grunts while Celestia goes to town on your low horn.

Drips of hot pre-cum touch against Celestia's tongue, signalling her to draw off and look up at you. When you looked into her eyes, they showed a new expression since you met her: command. Her eyes, fierce and sharp pierce through yours and cut right into your mind. "On your back..." She hissed, her tongue flicking against your crotch one last time before letting it go entirely.

The moment she released your cock from her velvety soft hand, you fell to your rear and sprawled out against the ground. Albeit a tight fit on the small kitchen room floor, you spent a few moment squaring yourself out against the floor and moving your legs to either side of Celestia as she remained on her knees. You waited on the ground for her to make some move, any move... But instead, she just looked at you; appraising you with an almost calculating stare. When she finally did move, she lurched forward and rested one elbow on each side of your torso; effectively pinning your cock against your chest and between her pillow like breasts. "On second thought... Fucking you won't be too fun right from the start..." Your hopes were dashed when she said that, yet your body seemed all the more pleased when you felt her breasts sandwich around your shaft, "But... It never hurt to give a little boob-job, right?"

Truer words had never been spoken. She lifted her body up just enough for you to watch the head of your crotch disappear between her two mounds of flesh before she pulled back and rubbed her soft breasts down across it. For awhile, she kept up the motion, letting her hot, inner chest rub against the underside of your cock and burn her scent against you. She grunted and panted more and more as her chest falls became more and more quickened. Each new thrust sent a wave of pleasure through your body and sent your mind swimming through a dream world of this crazy cheerleader fucking you on the word go since meeting her. Her body felt amazing against your crotch's switching life.

"...!"

"Do it!" She ordered you while she pulled off your shaft and took it back into her hand, starting to jerk it off wildly and with a tight grip while she aimed it towards her wide open mouth, "Cum right in my mouth, Broom-Boy, come on!" She urged you on, thrusting your cock between her fingers and pulling her hair back while she kept her mouth open wide right above your dick head, "Two...!" She moaned, rubbing her thumb against the sensitive foreskin of your shaft while it twitched more heatedly against her clenched hand, "Four...!" It felt amazing, how forceful and wanting she was for you to release your seed right into her mouth, "Six...!" you clenched your teeth, trying to ride out that last hot moment before you came, "Eight...!"

Finally, you couldn't take it. Your rod let out an effective geyser of semen up into Celestia's mouth. Spurt after spurt, she flinched and wiggled her jaw a bit, letting every last seed she could get sprawl out against her tongue. When you finally stopped and fell back, panting, Celestia rolled back onto her knees and shivered. She mauled over the bubbling globs of cum against her tongue for a good while before swallowing it and letting out an excited moan and gasp, "Oh my God that feels so great!" she said to herself in an exasperated voice.

Laying there on the floor of some random vendor stand in a stadium, you had to really think about it... Maybe going last for sign-up duty wasn't too bad an idea after all...