Twerkship Games
Before any athletic events, the baby blue and maize colored girls locker room at Canterlot High would be alive with excitement. The sound of idle chatter, twisting stomachs, and general energy that helped the team or person strive for victory was the norm. On that particular day: it was silence.
The four girls sat in silence. Their yellow and blue track suits matched, Most were looking down or twiddling their thumbs, contemplating on the event at hand. Outside the locker room, the sounds of cheers were loud and sudden, followed by the sound of a starter pistol firing. After that event concluded, they would be walking that long one-hundred yards to their event, with friends and family watching on.
"Alright, girls. Listen up," Sunset Shimmer commanded. "In a few minutes, it will be our turn to take one more event in the Friendship Games. This one may not decide which school wins it, but for fuck’s sake, we will fight with our pride on the lines."
The rest of the girls looked at their leader, the fire in their eyes were just a flicker. All the coach had to do was to throw some verbal gasoline to it.
"Rainbow Dash."
The rainbow haired girl perked up, ready to fight because of her competitive nature.
"You don't have the ass-ets, but you have the heart. You can win this game with just heart!"
"Right!" Rainbow replied back. She looked like she wanted to bust down the locker room doors and start competing.
"You don't need any talk from me, Pinkie. Just do what you always do."
"Ass to the floor and shake it some more! Got it, coach!"
"Same with you, Rarity."
"Can we hurry this up, Darling? I start my shift at Teaser's in a few hours." Rarity said.
"You got a job at the strip club?"
"If I truly got it, why not put it to good use?"
"Okay… Applejack, Remember-"
"Why in the hay am ah I doing this?!"
"Because you're our friend and friends get in tight clothes and shake their asses all over the place for their friends."
"That's some weird friendship, I tell ya whut," Applejack said as she crossed her arms.
"Anyway, girls. Our school is counting on us! Ready?!"
"Yes, Coach!" Pinkie, Dash, And Rarity cried out with enthusiasm.
"What do you know about twerking?!"
"When you twerk, it speaks for itself! The harder I twerk, the luckier I get!"
"Do you like twerking!?"
"I'm enjoying the twerk whenever I can get it."
"Let's go get them!" the coach hollered at the top of her lungs.
The rest of the girls cheered as they stood up. Nervous and excited was the norm for the girls. It was time to compete.
A smile beamed across the face of the coach as she turned her back to the team and began to make her way to the exit.
Coach Sunset Shimmer, I like how it rings! Sunset thought as her team followed closely behind her.
***
"Here they come, ladies and gentlemen! Your Canterlot Wondercolts Twerk Team!" the PA announced to the crowd, who were growing impatient for the contest to begin. The crowd cheered when the competitors from both schools left their locker rooms and took the long walk to the grass enclosure in the middle of the track field. A large hardwood dance floor was in the middle of the soccer field that was the location of the Games. The crowd was at standing room only, with a narrow strait made of banner rope to allow the girls access. The rubber track surrounding the soccer field was packed with men.
"Where’d all these guys come from?" Applejack asked. Other than the students of Canterlot high: none of the adult men were familiar.
"Oh, these are the regulars at Teaser’s. They came to cheer us on." Rarity explained.
The girls of Crystal Prep were already in the standard twerk team uniform: school color booty shorts and white "Crystal Prep Academy Athletics" shirts.
"Time for the Ole Razzle Dazzle, Girls!" Rarity whispered.
The girls tore off their rip-off track pants to reveal their outfits to the crowd. The audience roared over the girls and their baby blue booty shorts and revealing over knotted t-shirts. On the back, the shirts boldly stated, "CHS Twerk Team: Birds of a Feather Twerk Together."
A younger male teacher from Canterlot High was hosting the event. After introducing himself and the judges, two male and one female, he placed two hats on the judges' table.
"Here is how this will Twerk… Get it? I said twerk instead of work… Okay never mind. Anyway, It will be best three out of five, with the coaches being the tiebreaker. Girls are chosen at random by drawing off the hats. Each girl as a minute to show her stuff. Remember girls: Have fun, be safe, sportsmanship… And make it twerk!"
The crowd came alive again as the teacher pulled out two names. "Let us see.. Applejack VS. Sunny Flare!"
Applejack grumbled as she got up from the plastic seat that was next to the wooden floor.
"Knock 'em dead, girl!" Rarity whispered.
"We believe in you!" Pinkie cried out.
"Good luck," Sunset said.
Sunny Flare tossed her brochette to her teammates as she walked to the center of the stage, running her fingers through her short, lavender hair. The two girls stood face to face, one was more enthusiastic to be there than the other.
"GO!"
The beat began and the girls began their dance. Sunny Flare bent down, put her hands on her knees and began to bounce her bottom up and down. Sunny looked new to twerking, as her body was rigid. Applejack tried to do the same, but her actions were rigid as well, her body was stiff and her ass only jiggled a bit, as was slightly noticeable with the booty shorts.
"Time!" the teacher called. The crowd was not as excited as they were at the beginning but still clapped for the girls.
"Looks like we have the opening jitters. So who won it?" The host said.
The judges took a few seconds to decide and gave the round to Sunny.
Applejack showed no emotion when she sat down. "I tried, y'all go have fun."
* * *
"Pinkie Pie versus Lemon Zest."
"Woohoo!" Pinkie cheered as she skipped her way to the center of the floor. Lemon Zest calmly placed her headphones on her chair and walked up as the rest of her teammates wished her luck by lightly tapping her bottom.
"Hi! Good luck!" Pinkie boomed to her opposition. The voice was loud enough that it created an artificial wind big enough for Lemon's hair of many green-yellow shades to slightly flutter in the man-made wind.
"Begin!"
Lemon Zest continued the same dance as every other girl: hands on the knees while she moved her bottom up and down. The crowd erupted suddenly. Lemon thought they were cheering for her until she looked at Pinkie. Pinkie was on her hands and elbows, arching her back up and down. Her ass was moving up and down in rapid succession, not slowing down thought the round. Lemon Zest went faster, trying match Pinkie, but ended up looking like she was humping air.
When the final whistle blew, everyone knew Pinkie had won it, to the point where the crowds were even cheering her name.
When Pinkie was announced as the round's winner, the crowd grew even louder.
"That was fun, huh?" Pinkie asked her opponent. "We should twerk again sometime."
* * *
"Let's see. Rainbow Dash versus Sugar Coat!"
Rainbow Dash got off her seat and tried to make her way to the court, but a finger jammed itself between her bottom and booty shorts.
"Remember, Doesn't matter what you have on the outside. It's what you have on the inside." Sunset said before she let go.
Rainbow Dash's opponent was a snobby looking girl with white-ish pigtails. She had a round, ample rear compared to Dash and her toned bottom.
"Alright ladies, On your marks, get set, twerk!"
Both girls placed their hands between their knees and began to twerk. The soft bottom of Sugar Coat bounced well compared to the tighter, more muscular bottom. Sugar Coat had her own twist to her routine by sensually rubbing her hands on her legs, thighs, hips, and even a sensual rub of her chest. Rainbow, on the other hand, continued the standard 'hands on the knees and shake'.
At the end of the round, Rainbow Dash lifted her arms in victory, believing that in her heart she had won. When Sugar Coat was announced the winner, she felt dejected, walking with her head down to her seat. Her slow walk was interrupted with a hug from Sunset.
"You did your best, I couldn't ask for more than that."
* * *
"Rarity and Indigo Zap, step right up!"
The men cheered as their favorite exotic dancer walked to the floor. She gave them all a wave and blew kisses to her most generous of regulars in the audience. The spunky Indigo laughed off the crowd support and was excited for the opportunity to win yet another event for her school.
"Alright, girls. If Indigo takes it, Crystal Prep wins. Rarity. If you win we go to the tie breaker. No, pressure. Now Indigo, if you want to take off your goggles and earrings, now's the time."
"Na, I don't need to take them off to beat this ratchet ass bitch," Indigo proudly proclaimed.
"What did you―?!" Rarity yelled, ready to smack the other girl in the mouth.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's not get salty here," the teacher said, standing between the girls and holding them back. He also 'accidentally' cupped both of the girl's breasts in the process. "Remember, sportsmanship. Now go!"
Indigo went to work as Rarity stood and watched.
"C’mon, skank. Can’t you at least lose with dignity?!" Indigo called out to her opponent. Rarity only smiled as she walked to the judges table. She turned her back and got on all fours. Afterward, she lifted both legs on the judges' table, spread her legs, and began to shake. The crowd of men behind the judges' table began to throw money at their favorite dancer. There were fives, tens, and twenties that fell on Rarity like rain, mixed with her spread eagle shaking of her ass to the judges.
The host took his seat next to the judges and watched as well. With seconds winding down, he pulled out his wallet and tossed a twenty dollar bill at her as well.
"That's a wrap! Judges, make your choice while one of the competitors pick up after herself."
Rarity scraped the money off the floor one by one and was counting the many different bills as she walked past a dejected Indigo. "Only a true skank does this for free, darling."
* * *
"Well, we are tied folks. Which means we get free twerks! Coaches. It's your time to shine!"
"Wish me luck, girls." Sunset whispered as she tore off her tracksuit to compete. The other girl with the "up" style ponytail slowly made her way to the center, ready to fight.
"Alright, ladies. Your team has gotten you this far, now it's time to win it for them. Same rules: One minute to wow our judges."
"Sunset Shimmer! Are you ready!?"
"Yes!" Sunset proclaimed.
"Sour Sweet! What about you?!"
"Bring it!"
"Go!"
Both girls put their hands on their knees and began to shake. Sour went on her hands and continued with her rear in the air. Sunset countered by taking off her shirt, exposing her maroon sports bra. Sour Sweet tried to take her shirt off, only to realize she would have to stop twerking to do so. Sunset saw it and went for the kill. She squatted, and began to move her hips up and down, causing her rear to bounce faster than just bending down. Sour stopped to take her top off and resumed her hypnotic motion. In the last seconds in the match, Sunset stopped her rhythmic motion and did the splits.
The crowd erupted as she did it, wiggling her behind once she was fully spread. With a feeling of pride and excitement filling her up, Sunset lifted her hand and gave the crowd a "V" with her fingers for victory.
"Time!"
The two competitors stopped and slowly staggered to stand. The crowd stood and applauded, for both Wondercolt and Shadowbolt alike. Each girl's teammates rushed the floor and gave their coaches a group hug. Even with the squabble and the close call to fighting, both teams met and exchanged hugs and handshakes as the judges and host were talking over the final round
"No hard feelings?" Indigo asked Rarity.
Rarity did not say a word, she pulled the money from her bra and walked away counting it.
"Alright, alright, alright. The results are in. The winner of the Twerk competition for this year's Friendship Games are… CANTERLOT HIGH WONDERCOLTS!"
The Wondercolts cheered and jumped together as a group, joined by the student body that was in attendance in the bleachers.
"I told you all you had to do was believe in yourselves!" Sunset hollered at the top of her lungs, feeling the crush of the students celebrating around her and her team.
For one girl, however, her celebration was short-lived. "I'm gonna be late for work!" Rarity screamed out. "Anyone who takes me to Teasers gets a free private dance on me!"
'For fuck's sake, Rarity,' Sunset thought.
