Sexual Adventures of Trackstar

Trackstar woke up the next day, ready to help Spike get a track team started for the school. He waited until his work was finished, and then made his way to the schoolhouse. As students left the classroom, he went over to the cute young teacher. She was an earth pony with a light purple coat, green eyes, and her cutie mark was one of smiling flowers. “Ummmm… excuse me miss…” Trackstar started to day.

“Cheerilee, my name is Cheerilee,” the purple mare interrupted. “Well then, Ms. Cheerilee, I was wondering if your school would be interested in starting a track team,” Trackstar continued.

“I would love to see Ponyville’s young colts and fillies getting more involved in athletics, but I simply am too busy to with my lessons to organize the team,” Cheerilee responded.

“Maybe I could help you with your lessons so that way you could get to work,” Trackstar suggested.

The mare looked at the colt’s muscular flank and toned legs before replying seductively, “sure thing, handsome, I was just preparing a sex- ed lesson for tomorrow’s class, and I could use the help of such an athletic pony.” With nothing else to do, Trackstar agreed to help.

A few hours later Trackstar left the school. Cheerilee came out of the school and said “Thanks again for helping me plan my lesson, I didn’t know you were so well educated. Next time you need a favor from me, you can just pay me with sex.” Having heard this from multiple mares, Trackstar was used to this offer.

“If you don’t have a special somepony I could go out with you on Hearts and Hooves day.”

The hot teacher smiled and responded, “Okay that sounds great! I will post a sign- up sheet for the track team tomorrow morning.” The athletic pony thanked her and began to walk away, oblivious to the fact that the teacher was staring at his muscular hindquarters as he moved.

The next day he headed over to the track field after work to be pleasantly surprised by the number of ponies who had signed up. In addition to Spike, two male unicorns came to try out as well. One of them was short and stalky and the other long and lanky, and neither of them looked very bright. There were also three young fillies, who were obviously great friends, yet surprisingly none of them had their cutie marks. He stood in the middle of the group of young ponies to get their attention.

“Hi, I’m Trackstar. There has been talk among the youth in your town about wanting to start a track and field team, and I would happy to be your coach. Being on a team like this is valuable thing for fillies and colts to experie..”

His sentence was cut short by a rainbow colored blur descending from the sky landing on the field. Rainbow Dash was wearing a whistle and a baseball cap that did not do anything to make her look heterosexual. “Don’t worry guys,” she said in between deep breaths of air, “I’m here to teach you about sports, I have coached a softball team before so I am sure to be an awesome teacher to you all.”

“Hey wait a minute,” a yellow coated filly with a bow in her hair said, “I thought Trackstar was going to be our coach, mah sister says he is the most athletic looking stallion she has ever seen.”

“Rainbow Dash is so awesome, though,” a young orange pegasus said, “I invited her hear to coach because she is the most athletic pony in Ponyville.”

“I guess we will just have to have a contest to see who is the most athletic,” Rainbow Dash said.

Not wanting to argue with or anger the beautiful mare graciously responded, “of course we can, Rainbow, you can pick the event and whoever loses will just be the assistant coach.” Rainbow Dash nodded in agreement before thinking about what kind of contest they should have.

“Okay, Trackstar, we will run a quarter mile of hurdles and anything goes.”

A white- furred unicorn asked, “but won’t that be unfair, your wings give you the advantage?” “It’s no big deal,” Trackstar interjected, “I will start getting the hurdles set up.” After a few minutes the two most athletic ponies in Ponyville were at the starting line. When Spike waved a flag, the two ponies raced for the first hurdle. Rainbow Dash used her wings to help her jump from the start; however, she was still no match for the speed of the stallion who was quickly outpacing her. As Trackstar reached the final stretch of the race, Rainbow ignored the hurdles entirely and straight out flew to catch up. Even with this, she could not gain on him. Seeing the competitive desperation in the mare, Trackstar slowed down enough to just win by a few yards in the hope she wouldn’t feel too bad about losing. The ponies cheered the new stallion on, shocked at his amazing athleticism.

“Trackstar is the greatest runner in all of Ponyville,” the gawky young unicorn said.

“No, he is the best athlete in all of Equestria!” his chubby counterpart responded.

“Rainbow, we can both be the coach of the team, you don’t have to be the assistant coach,” Trackstar said, hoping this hot mare would be willing to compromise.

“I hate losing, first Applejack and now this,” Rainbow Dash mumbled under her breath. Louder she shouted, “fine you can be coach, I didn’t want to be involved in this lame team anyway,” and then flew off angrily.

Though he wanted to go comfort the beautiful pegasus in the hopes she might return the feelings he had for her, Trackstar knew his duty was to the team, just as it was when he was in school. He started by having the three fillies try out the various events to see which ones they would be good at. The three ponies, having introduced themselves as Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo, began to work with much enthusiasm. Unfortunately, the way they yelled out “Cutie Mark Crusaders discus throwers” or whatever even they happened to be practicing soon got old. Sweetie Belle showed great promise as a racer, and he assigned her to run hurdles and distances. On the other hand, Scootaloo turned out to be a very fast runner, and so she was to focus on sprinting and jumping. Applebloom felt left out when many events were done without her finding one; however, during the throwing events she hurled the discus much farther than the other ponies. Spike’s arms were too weak and small to be a good thrower, and his legs too short to run sprints, so Trackstar made him a distance runner.

Though disappointed with his lack of skills, Trackstar told him, “don’t worry, you will get better in no time, I focus on distance running myself so I can coach you well.” As the small dragon smiled at him the earth pony added, “also, did you see the Cutie Mark Crusaders check you out, they must think you are quite a catch.”

Practice continued in the same way for a few weeks, with all the ponies showing remarkable improvement under the instruction of such a legendary athlete. Soon Spike was getting all sorts of attention from the mares and fillies, his reputation as a track runner being more than sufficient to warrant this new interest in him. One day, he found Applebloom and Spike missing from practice, and the next day Applebloom had a cutie mark that looked strangely like a purple dragon on her flank.

The day after this, Spike showed up to practice with a black eye. When asked to explain, he said that he had taught Applebloom what her talent was. When her older brother Big Macintosh found out about this and confronted the young dragon, he explained that the cutie mark was to represent what Applebloom did best, and she happened to do Spike best. Of course that statement caused Big Macintosh to hit him.

This didn’t stop the other Cutie Mark Crusaders from also getting purple dragon cutie marks a few days later. However, their siblings forced the three young fillies to get cutebortions, and to look for other cutie marks. Although originally disappointed, they were glad to be back crusading to find a different special talent. Everything was going well until the day before the first track meet of the season. Rainbow Dash was approaching the field at break neck speed. As she approached, Trackstar hoped she was returning to coach so he could try and impress her and make her play for a different team.

“Rainbow, I am glad you came back, I really missed you.

If you want to hang out after practice we can talk about coaching strategies and you can show me a little dash,” the earth pony said suggestively.

“There’s no time Trackstar, we need your help at Sweet Apple Acres right now,” the blue pegasus said in a voice wrought with desperation. Knowing he would do anything, literally anything, to “please” this beautiful mare, Trackstar hurried after her hoping she wasn’t in any serious trouble.