"Y'all already kno' what it is! IT'S HOOFBALL BABY! LET'S MAKE A PLAY!!! Bring dat shit in! Chevs on three, ONE-TWO-THREE-"

"CHEVS!!!"

As the team broke out of the huddle, they ran for the field as Magnus carried his daughter high on his back.

"Hey Boom!" The coach calls out to the proud parent as he held a clipboard against his chest while gesturing to him to come on over.

"Yes, Coach Bridgewater?"

"How many defensive players will it take for you to stop running?"

"As many as it takes coach."

"Love your enthusiasm, but it only takes one."

Magnus nodded as he understood what the coach was trying to emphasize.

"Don't get caught out there. Remember, they wanna make a stop and they'll do anything to make that happen. If you let them stop you now, then I can't imagine us making runs in the fourth."

"Yes coach."

"Their defense is made for stopping plays in the downfield, which renders our passing game mostly shit. So we need those legs to get us into the endzone. Take it outside, burn them out. Take it up the middle and you'll-"

"That mistake from earlier in the season won't happen again coach." Magnus cuts in, knowing that he was referring to the fumble that cost them a scoring drive to get back in the game.

"Damn right it won't. I want you to grab that defense by the throat and choke-slam it out of bounds. Watch your right side, and when you think you're Scott free, burn that grass with everything you got. Do you understand me?"

"Yes coach."

"Don't let me down. And don't let that little rascal on your back down."

"Gotcha."

Magnus and the coach ended their conversation as he levitated the young filly down to the ground before he ran to the field for the second half stretching exercises. Rarity watched as her father galloped to the field and smiled, knowing that they would win this game. She drew in a sharp breath before she cheered her father on.

"Go get 'em daddy!"

"Shit it's cold."

"I-I-It's ab-b-b-bout t-t-twen-t-t-ty-n-nine d-d-de-degrees-s-s-s out h-here, mmm-minus wind ch-chill!"

"C-come to the game, you s-said. It'll b-be fun you s-said. It w-w-won't b-be that c-cold, you said."

"FUCK BOTH OF YOU! I said bring a scarf!"

Azure, Poindexter and Longshot sat in the stands as the others cheered on their home team. Two of the three were ill-prepared for the sudden drop that the increasing winds brought in. Azure shook his head as the Poindexter and Longshot chattered their teeth repetitiously. Truth of the matter was that they were told to bring a scarf and the two of them mere blew off his suggestion. Thanks to previous suggestions that came from Azure that ultimately ended in disaster, they thought that it would be best to play it 'safe' and ignore his warning.

This time, they were gravely mistaken.

"Why the hell did you ignore my warning anyways?" Azure angrily asked as he chastised his friends.

"We had a good reason." Longshot stated before Poindexter continued their argument.

"With every single idea that you come up with, we've managed to come up with the worst results. Not only that
but the two of us have been on the butt end of your antics. Meaning that while you got away with everything, we've been getting hounded on and punished like there was no tomorrow."

Longshot stepped forward to speak once more. "So the entire time you sat there walking off the newly-improvised parking-lot-of-a-plan that imploded on itself, we've been on clean up and damage control."

"So you two would use that as an excuse to ignore my advice on something so trivial as the weather?" Azure questioned.

"Uhhh... Yeah..." Longshot and Poindexter said in unison as they nodded in agreement.

"What am I going to do with the both of you... Okay, just you two lovers cuddle up for a second while I go get some hot chocolate." Stated Azure as he walked off. Poindexter and Longshot looked at each other awkwardly. (ctrl+click for desired effect)

Poindexter looked oddly at Longshot as they inched closer. They knew that the cold was something that they couldn't brave as individuals, so if the had to do it to live then there was no other choice. They slowly and hesitantly nodded in agreement once again as their bodies merely touched each other before they stopped dead in their tracks. As they started to receive strange looks from the other ponies in attendance, they begrudgingly allowed themselves to rest against each other as the two colts looked at each other for a brief moment before looking away. A powerful gust of wind blew past them, causing them to collide further into each other. Unwittingly, they clinched their eyes shut and wrapped each other in their hooves as they tried to comfort each other from the evil winds that blew. They slowly opened their eyes as they looked to what held their bodies closely against each other. Upon finding that it was their forelegs that clinched each other's bodies to one another, they closed their eyes in not wanting to see the bitter truth that was their embrace.

"Well scientifically speaking, this couldn't get any worse than it is now." Poindexter spoke to comfort Longshot.

"Yeah, at least this won't lead to an even more awkward situation that the whole stadium would be talking about." He added to the previous statement.

"Fillies and gentlecolts, it's that time again! Time for more gestures, proposals, rejections, heartbreaks and newly added kinks! IT'S TIME FOR KISS-CAM! Hey you two lovers in the area Z38-B113, we see you wrapped up in each other's hooves! It's time to kiss!"

Down on the field below, they looked at the screen. On the Seaponies side of the field, there was much laughter and jokes flying between them. Southwind looked up at the screen and screamed to the screen.

"Hahahaha FAGGOTS!"

On the Chevaliers side of the field there was an equal amount of laughter and jokes shared in between them. Magnus looked up at the screen and snickered to himself.

"Looks a lot like high school, eh?"

Much of the stadium cheered and jeered at the two teens in the camera. Longshot and Poindexter's eyes shot open to look at the display board and much to their dismay, it was them who was first on the large projection with pink hearts and white pegasi holding banners around them. They both screamed and cried in unison.

"Awwww.... Fuuuck off!!!"

As they fell victim to tempting fate, elsewhere Azure walked to the concessions stand and stood in a seemingly endless line as ponies in the front continued to complain at the disturbance in front of the counter. As he listened he heard a distinctive voice.

"Please sir, I'm begging you. Just one beer."

"No way kid. I'm trying to make an honest living here."

"Just one cup. I need this. Please."

"Hell no. Now get outta the line!"

Azure bolted to the front of the line to see what exactly was going on when he suddenly noticed the colt that held up the line was none other than his dear friend, Shining Armor.

"Just consider my offering, please. I'll do whatever I need to. Please sir, I-I'll suck yo-"

"Eeeeexcuse us sir, but me and my friend will be going along here." Azure interruped as he forcefully pushed the pleading Shining Armor out of the way. Much to his expectation, the entire line cheered him on as well as the attendant.

"Thanks kid. Fella was bustin' up me business. Now I can get flowing again. You just let me know what I can do for ya!"

"Four hot chocolates please. Delivered to section Z38-B113." Azure requested without a bit of hesitation.

"Four hot chocolates, on the house to a section Z38...uh-B113." The attendant called out to the savior of his evening business. Azure dragged Shining Armor through the tunnel of the stadium.

"Dude, what the hell are you doing?"

"I thought that adults usually use beer to drain away all their problems, so why couldn't I?"

Azure tried to calm himself down as he pushed the energy-devolved colt along the way. "Are you shitting me? What could be that bad?"

Shining took a deep breath as he attempted to recall the ordeal that he has gotten himself into.

"Well..."

"Come on, you can do it!"

"You are who you are boys, now embrace it!"

"I'll put in ten bits if you do it!"

A variety of cheers and bribes came from a small crowd that gathered around the two teens that quaked at the very thought of kissing each other on the lips. And the amount of bits that laid on the ground around them wasn't making things any easier.

"Embrace each other, feel each other's lips as you sing your praises of lust towards one another!"

"I'll throw in an additional fifty bits if you boys pull it off."

"I'll throw in another hundred for the both of you to go to second base!"

The stakes were raised and the two teens grew nervous. To the audience, this was something to rival the 'Pressed Glass' event that happened sometime early last month. To the boys, they just wanted to endure this treatment until the game started up again.

"If you two need some help getting there, then I could jump in real quick."

"Are you... gay???"

"You just wanna have some of this hot twink action for yourself, don't you?"

"Fuuuuuuuck no!"

The pressure was just too much for them to handle. Everywhere they looked it seemed as if there were ponies wanting to see them kiss just for the fun of it. And with somewhere close to three-hundred bits lying at their hooves, they had to make a decision quick.

"Hey, boys." A mare called out to them. They looked at the mare who called them out. "Don't think about any of that. Personally, I think it's pretty hot for you two to be in this kind of relationship. If you two were bisexual. I'd have a threesome with the both of you, without a doubt."

Poindexter was the first to speak. "Look, we aren't like that at all. We just-phmmmmn! (Hey)"

Longshot placed a hoof on the lips of his friend to silence him. "Hey.... let's do it."

"Mmmmmph??? (What)" Poindexter mumbled as he tried to argue. Longshot gets close as he provides his side of the argument.

"Let's just put it this way. If we can do this then not only will we get paid, we can get paid and laid all in the same night. Sure ponies will be talking about it for weeks but at least we won't have to face the embarrassment of being forever restrained to the pressure of being virgins for the rest of high school. That and the fact that we can have the money to do what we always wanted to do."

"Mnmm-ah. You mean the-"

"Yes... Let's do it, Poindexter. Let's go all in."

"Oh Longshot, I-"

WARNING: This section will contain graphic depictions of male/male shipping that will include the following:
-kissing
-tongue bathing
-hoofjobs
-fellatio
-rimming
-anal sex
-cumshot
-creampie
-snowballing
-public exposure

If these things do not turn you on or if they disgust you, then please feel free to skip this section. Please enjo- (mumbling) Really? (mumbling) They aren't doing any of that? (mumbling) Oh... Disregard this warning and enjoy this chapter.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?"

The two colts looked up at the source of the screaming to find a displeased Azure and an even more shocked Shining Armor staring at them. The two tried to explain, with Longshot speaking first.

"Guys... I can explain. Though this is as bad as you think... and it is exactly what it looks like... this isn't what is."

Shining found his face in the company of his hoof as Azure looked at the money on the ground. Summarizing what the situation was, he stepped in to break up the miniature halftime show that they were providing.

"NOPE! EVERYPONY GET GONE! SHOW'S OVER! PACK IT UP! LIGHTS OUT! GOOOOO AWAAAY!"

Recollecting the bits that was thrown on the ground below them, the crowd mumbles as they make their way back to their seats. All of them with the exception of the large stallion on the higher seats above them as well as the well-accessorized stallion next to him.

"Aw c'mon! I wanted to see some hot teen stallions kissing and rubbing each other!" The larger stallion screamed before he realized that he said it out loud.

"Hmm. I guess you wouldn't mind settling that with me, do you?" The petite stallion noted to the larger body next to him.

"...Me. You. Bathroom. Five minutes."

"Ohhh-I'm so going to enjoy my ass being gaped by big, burly stallion meat. Can I suck you when you finish?"

As the two stallions walked away to relieve their stress, the group of the four teens gagged and suppressed any bodily fluids that may have involuntarily seeped into their mouths. As they recovered Azure turned back to Shining Armor. Without warning, he punches him in the face with a left hook to the jaw. The assaulted stallion falls back to the seat behind him. Longshot and Poindexter pulls on Azure to prevent him from landing anymore blows as he stares at the sagging stallion in front of him.

"Yo Azure, what the hell did you do that for?" Longshot grilled into Azure for hitting Shining. Azure immediately responded.

"Because he's fucking stupid!"

"And? That doesn't require you to hit the boy like that!" Poindexter exclaimed, still holding Azure back.

"I deserve it, guys... I screwed up big." Shining interrupts with a melancholy tone. The three stallions looked at the down-and-out disposition that he was bearing and felt that this was definitely something that shouldn't be ignored. Azure shook off the two colts that held him back as he refocused his attention to the stallion he just knocked some sense into.

"What? What's going on Shining? This isn't you." Poindexter asked.

"Yeah, tell them Shining Armor. And take it from the top. They deserve to know everything." Azure commented.

"But-"

"I can't tell it like you can, and I took a vow of silence on the matter, remember??? SO YOU TELL THEM OR I'LL POUND IT OUT OF YOU!" Shouted Azure, wanting Shining to stop running from his problem. He wanted to help him but he would rather die than to help somepony who won't help themselves. And Shining's original actions didn't help him improve his mood either. "We're waiting. And it's cold. We ain't got all night."

Shining sighed deeply as he started his story.

"It all started about four months ago; when I came to the game with my dad."

"Where did I go wrong?"

Pearl sat inside of the press box as she downed her third bottle of wine. The mascara on her cheeks now dried to her coat, causing black and dark purple lines to form on her face. Her mane was a disheveled mess as she held the bottle against her. She mourned the loss of her lover, the one who made her feel special when she was alone. She mourned the soon-to-be loss of her husband, that would end in one of the worst divorces in sports history. She mourned the loss of her daughter's trust, if there was any left. She only had one thing that she held close to her, and that was the one thing that she needed in this time of need.

The bottle she held was almost empty,

As she tanked herself into a stupor, she moaned out his name. Shining Armor, the father of their child, her last and final sanctuary of affection. But even now she had realized that she had lost him as soon as she uttered the words of her current position to him. She blamed herself for getting like this. Pearl knew that she shouldn't have pushed the teen into a situation that required him to take responsibility of their inevitable mistake.

Yet she pleaded with him. She begged him to stay on those lonely nights when her husband couldn't come home. She forced him to surrender to his primal desires as she coerced him into taking the role of stallionhood. She knew that her body would tell her yes and that her mind would run wild with the possibilities of the consequences. She wanted him to stop for so long, but she kept telling him to keep going.

For each time she thought 'leave me alone', she said in it's place 'take me, please'.

For every moment she thought 'stop this instant', she moaned to him 'deeper, harder, faster'.

With every breath she took in she wanted to run, but in the end it was the thrill of it all that drove her to force herself to stay put.

Each time she rejected the idea, she got wetter.

For each time she thought about him, she placed her hoof against her sopping lips.

Each time she wanted to tell him off, her hoof swirled in place.

With every step she took to him, she dripped anxiously.

When she wanted her husband, she ended up thinking about her young cadet instead.

Every time he entered inside of her, she whispered for him speak sweet little words into her ears.

As he bit into her flesh, she pulled him within her and refused to let go.

Everytime she felt him flare inside of her, her eyes rolled back as she forced him down on her lips.

Her tongue into his mouth.

Her saliva into his throat.

Her moans into his actions.

And when he finished, she allowed him to only inside.

When she was filled, he was always with her.

But now... She caused those very things to become her undoing. With her greed, she had manage to undo her marriage, her family, her home and more importantly the future of the teen that she lusted with. And as every last thing became undone before her eyes, she uncorked every bottle she could find. The more bottles she uncorked, the less she felt alone.

...and yet...

She still called for him, only this time he would not answer...

"DOWN! RED 43! RED 43! Set-HUT!"

There was now four minutes and thirty-six seconds left in the third quarter as the play started to take form. The Seaponies defense rushed in to take out their QB for the loss of yards as Magnus ran his respective faking route. There was something different in this quarter. It was as if they finally realized what they were playing for and not what they wanted to do in terms of building stats. The defense wanted to make some stops, and they wanted to do it however way they could. Their Seaddle offense managed to push into the endzone twice now, leading the game with a score of 17-14.

"TIMEOUT, REF! TIME OUT! "

The inattentive ref continues to look at the play on the field. The Chevaliers offense needed a quick breather and Coach Bridgewater identified that his team was beginning to look sluggish. He steps in-bounds while trying to grab the ref's attention when suddenly...

"Coach stepped in bounds. Fifteen yard penalty. Remains third down."

The stadium erupted into a sea of boos, insults and profane language as the coach finally gained the attention of the refs.

"Timeout, Chevaliers. This will be their first time out for the half."

The offensive players, already frustrated at the refs for not listening to their coach, trot to their sideline as Jetstream walked over to the referee that initially ignored the coach.

"Hey ref, my coach called timeout before he came out to the field."

"Really? I didn't hear him."

Jetstream looked at the ref with disbelief as he knew that was a blatant lie. "No way, he called you over to call a time-out. If I can hear that from center field, then you should've heard that when you were right in front of him!"

The referee walked slowly to the player that interrogated him and whispered to him. "Well, that's too bad."

The ref walks to the center of the field while an angry Jetstream storms off to his team. When he approaches the team, he immediately states what's on his mind.

"Mane coach, this shit is rigged."

"Tell me something I don't know. We're getting called for ghost fouls on defense and we're getting no calls on offense. This has been going on since the second half started. But that still doesn't mean that we can't make plays. They even threatened us with an 'illegal substitution' if I didn't get Rarity off our sideline."

Magnus didn't take that very well.

"Mag, you still pissed off from nine minutes ago?" Bridgewater inquired to his best runner.

"Absolutely livid."

"Good, because I gotta play that I want you to run. This is going to be a deceptive play and I'm gonna need some of you boys to give our QB some time to work with."

"We'll do our best, coach."

"Great, now here's what were going to do." Bridgewater takes out his clipboard and throws it on the ground. "Mag, remember how I told you not to run the ball through the center? Well now I'm asking you to do just that, only this time you'll be catching a slant pass on the inside as you rush past them with the fake. After the initial fake I want you to turn around and grab that ball. Now as soon as you get that ball, I want you to gun it. Don't stop over your grandmother's house for pie. I want you to make that miracle play you did for me that first game you played."

"You can count on me coach."

"Screenshot, remember to make that fake as convincing as you can get it. I wanna see that ball in Magnus hooves before it gets there. Code is Blue-42 Rarity-24."

"Yes coach."

"We're gonna burn these motherfucking assholes down this field, and the ref's little fixed income with it. Bring it in team!"

The entire offensive line tosses their hooves in the center as they feel rested enough to perform their next play. Screenshot breaks the huddle.

"Alright, Chevs on three. ONE-TWO-THREE-"

"CHEVS!"

On the other side of the field, the referee walks over to the coach letting them know that the time out is over, as well as some inside information.

"Their offense will be making an inside slant pass to their runner after the hoof-off fake. Sack the QB."

"Thanks for the *ahem* notification."

As Screenshot looks to the ref as he jokes with the Seaddle coach, he sees that something mysterious slips into his pocket. As figured, it was a payoff. But there was little he could do but run the play that the coach pulled out of his hat.

"Crooked ass ref need to get his teeth fixed. DOWN!"

The players get into position.

"BLUE 42, BLUE 42..."

The QB looks at the runner to his side before finalizing the play call.

"...RARITY-24-SET-HUT!"

The grunts and clashing of bodies seemed to slow into a stop as the runner makes his route and passes the inside. As the QB makes a left turn, he feels a shift in his momentum. Two defensive players come from the side and brings him down to the ground with a thud. The defensive players who made the tackle celebrate but soon realizes one mistake. The ref didn't blow the whistle.

Magnus held the ball as he side stepped an incoming defender. As he looked to his right, he saw that a defender was coming to intercept his position. As the defender made a dive for it, another defender grabbed the face-mask of the ball carrier. Dipping his head to free himself of the face-mask, his legs thrusted him down the field as he ran. The world seemed to be in slow motion around him as he ran for his desired destination. Not stopping for anything, he kept going until he felt a burning sensation hit his muscles. Magnus ignored the pain as he continued to run until he arrived at his destination.

The stadium volume shot to the sky as they celebrated the third-down conversion made into a touchdown. The two defenders that made the tackle on the QB looked at him dumbfounded at the fact that the entire time, the play they were expecting had turned out to be a fluke. Needless to say that the coach on the Seaddle sideline was furious over the faked play call. Magnus ran over to the Chevalier sideline to celebrate with his team.

"Boy, you kno' Southwind got dat facemask, right?" One of the other players called out to him.

"Didn't you say something about 'watch my hooves' at the coin toss?" Screenshot quipped to Magnus.

Magnus smiled at the reminder of his words and proceeded to laugh. "I had to run off all of that anger!"

"And you did a helluva job! Extra point is good and there's two minutes and fourty-nine seconds left in the quarter. This game is close, ladies. Let's avert that!"

The entire sideline cheered as their kicking team came from the field. The Chevalier defense came down the field and got into position. Magnus took a quick break before they found themselves with yet another possession off of an interception on second down and six yards to go. But much to his surprise, it seemed like his break may end up being an extended one as their strong safety (SS) came back with it and crossed the plane, adding another six points for their team.

And the paid ref was furious over the obscenely clean play.

Time passes as the coach runs the offensive plays once more as they drove into the fourth quarter with a comfortable lead. For the past three plays, it seemed as if karma had kicked in against the Seaddle team and their erroneous play calling. The ref couldn't even buy the kickoff return that turned into a fumble and was recovered by the receiving team once more to a touchdown. It seemed as if their luck had finally turned against them.

"Magnus, got enough rest?"

"Yeah coach."

"Good. Let's get on the field."

After a few miraculous plays, the Chevalier offense finally rushed back on the field for the first time in the fourth quarter. With eleven minutes and thirty two seconds left in the game and a comfortable lead of thirty-five to twenty, this game was easily decided. The offensive line could slow it's pace as it had gotten a hold of this game. All they needed to do was wind down the clock. With the Seaddle coach off his rocker, he drew up plans to try and cause turnovers. As they started the ensuing drive, Screenshot threw a incomplete pass on the first down. The second down was thrown to Jetstream as they gained eight yards, needing only two to continue the drive. Magnus rushed in for four yards to make it a first down.

It was then that the coach had enough.

"Timeout, Seaponies!"

As the defensive players left the field, they heard the sound a fan in the stand screaming out to them.

"Sho-sho-be-doo bitches!"

Southwind was about to charge the stands until his coach got his attention.

"Over here. Now, this is the plan. When Magnus gets the ball, I want you to dive in and take the ball from him. He can't keep it if it's punched out."

"Yes coach."

As he left the sideline to the field, Southwind had a different idea in mind. As he lined up, his eyes became fixated to the RB. He knew his task, and he knew exactly how he wanted to accomplish it. He remembered the taunting voice of Magnus and the words that he spoke to him as they met in the pregame.

"DOWN!"

And they sat in his head...

"SET-"

And he would take the one thing that he had away from him. At ALL costs.

"HUT!"

As the bodies crashed once more the RB took the shovel pass to the outside. Upon arriving at the first down marker, Southwind came in from below and tackled him.

The world seemed to freeze at that moment, where the sound of two twigs breaking could be heard on the sideline.

Author's Note

Well... That happened.

Sorry for putting up the false warning (kudos to those that actually ignored the long list of fetishes and continued reading). I wanted to sell that scene to try and convince you that there was clop incoming. Sadly though, there won't be any clop for a little while now that the story really got started. Hope you guys stick around for more.

P.S.: What Poindexter and Longshot really wanted that money for was to buy ice cream.