“Whoa, Miss Cheerilee, Celestia, Mrs. Harshwhinny, Spoiled Rich, Cinch,” I said out loud as scrolled through the files on Scoots’ father’s computer, “Your dad gets around.”

“Yeah, he does.” Scoots replied deamily. She was now wearing one of her dad’s sweatshirts that he’d left in his office before going on vacation.

“How the hay did he do both Gloriosa Daisy and Gaia Everfree….weren’t they the same person?” I asked as I continued to search the recording of our time with DT and Silver Spoon.

“He’s that good.” Scoots sighed, breathing in her dad’s scent.

I was going to ask her to help when I saw a clip of her alone in the sex cave. My question was lost as the clip peaked my interest. Why is she alone in her dad’s sex cave with a vibrator? Smirking, I clicked play on the clip.

“Oooh, yes, dad, please cum inside. You’re little girl wants to earn her allowance!” the Scootaloo in the clip belted.

My friend stopped sniffing her dad’s sweatshirt and turned bright red. I felt my dick twitch as I watched her mastubate to the thought of her father.

“I thought that I deleted that clip...I, uh said ‘Chad’, yeah Chad…he’s a porn star…” Scoots poorly lied, hiding herself in the sweatshirt.

“So you have a daddy kink?” I teased, seeing right through her. Unable to speak through her embarrassment, Scoots simply nodded. “How long?”

“Getting with Dash was my first taste, she was like a sister to me.” my athletic friend began to explain as she emerged from her Father’s sweatshirt, “Then I found out my dad’s secret and got to watch the recordings. I’ve always been close with my dad, but I started to feel...lets say wet when thinking of his cock pounding me silly in his secret room.” I felt a pang of jealousy as another one of my best friends I love to fuck had a cock they wanted more than mine. She paused and sighed, “But when I asked him...I was turned down.”

I smiled and stood, giving her a hug and a consoling probe of her sweet snatch. She bit her lip before we kissed.

“Thank you, Sweetie,” she sniffled, glancing at the computer’s clock as we parted “but there’s no time for another round. Dash has something special planned for 10 pm in the backyard.”

“After that then my slut.“ I stated as we left the room, hoping the new tent in my dress would go unnoticed. “We’ll get the DT clip then too.”

*** *** ***

As we entered the backyard there was the high pitched whine of feedback from the DJ’s station that bothered the DJ, whom I think was named Neon Lights. It ended and Dash’s voice boomed from the speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen of Griffonstone University and Canterlot High School.” She began, “It is now time for a Delta Zeta party tradition. A tradition that has been barred from occuring on greek row thanks the prudes in the dean’s office, but we are not on greek row tonight.”

“That’s right Preppies and Dweebs,” Gilda chimed in, “We are bringing back the Fuckathalon!”

The news was greeted with cheers from the GU students, but a collective “Huh?” from all the CHS students.

“It is a very simple and fun contest of sex.” Dash informed after reading the yard, “There are three events. The Cumshot-Put, The Lap Dance Relay, and the Climax Race. I’ll explain each event before they happen, but first teams.”

“Each team must have an even mix of guys and girls to work.” Gilda explained before giving a brief count of the area, “Lets say 10 per team, GU vs. CHS.”

At once people moved to form teams. GU was the first to find 10 people. Spitfire, Fleetfoot, Sugarcoat, Sour Sweet, and Gilda for the girls. Snips, Thunderlane, Trenderhoof, Soarin, and Flash for the guys.

For CHS there was far less willing participants. Dash, who was acting a judge, had to allow CHS Alumni to count as long as they weren’t a student at GU. In the end we had Scoots, Dinky, Wallflower, Sunset Shimmer, and AJ for the girls, but only Big Mac, Featherweight, Rumble, and Tender Taps for the guys. We were short one guy.

“Ok contestants, strip to your birthday suits.” Dash ordered, not noticing the lack of even teams.

“Wait,” Rumble called out, “We only have 9.”

Dash counted the teams again, “Hmm, come on CHS. I promise it will be fun. We just need one more penis in the bunch.” Dash begged, before turning to Toola Roola, “No strap-ons don’t count!”

I looked over at the CHS team and the lack of male students in the area. They were either elsewhere in the house or not at the party.

It’s now or never, Sweetie. I thought, building the nerve to be the final ‘guy’ on the team. “I’ll do it!” I stated stepping forward.

“She already said no strapons.” Toola whispered from next to me as I passed.

I smirked and stripped off my dress, cringing slightly as the garment landed in the pool.

“Don’t worry,” I stated cock-ily, thrusting the half hard member at her, “It isn’t a strapon.”

I walked out and stood with the other CHS guys. Everyone had their eyes on me and my cock. It hardened to full mast from the attention in a matter of seconds.

“And we have our teams!” Dash declared, winking at me.

*** *** ***

It took a few minutes to get ready for the first event. In that time I was mobbed by questions about my newfound strange anatomy.

“Whoa its so perfect.” Dinky gaped, kneeling on the ground to get a closer look at my member. “There isn’t a mole, blemish or imperfection on it.

“Probably because it was created by magic.” I theorized, blushing.

“A magically created dick?” Sunset chimed, “Magic has done weirder things. That sounds like a something both Twilights would be interested in researching.”

“I can confirm one already has.” Scoots piped up, “Sweetie had some great bedside manner from Nurse Twilight the other day."

“Really now?” She giggled, “I guess I owe Pinkie a taste of my pie. I thought she was asexual...stupid bet.”

Her pie? Like the food or her pussy? With Pinkie I had the feeling it could go either way.

“Con-sex-tants, please lend me your ears and curb you sexual desires for the moment. Event one is ready to begin.” Dash called from the stage, ending the conversation there. “Welcome to the Cumshot-Put. Can I have the Guys from each team, and Sweetie, line up at the line of tape facing the pool.”

We did as told and I got in the back of the line for the CHS team.

“This contest is all about the distance you can shoot your cum.” Dash went on, “The farthest cumshot wins it for their team. There is a special house rule however: if the cum lands in the pool over 10 yards away, you get an instant win.” Dash paused dramatically before going on, “Now I like to assume the guys masturbate quite frequently and believe if they alone stroke their cocks for us they can reach the pool, however they will not be the ones stroking….That would be no fun. Guys pick one of the females from your team to do the deed. Gals feel free to do whatever it takes to get the best shot.”

At that there was a minute or two of picking our strokers. Dash had to mediate the fact that I counted as a male in this event and could not be a stroker. Finally everything was settled. I ended up with Scoots as my stroker.

Up first from the GU was Snips and a very displeased Spitfire. She wrinkled up her nose at the thought of having to stroke Snips’ dick. Well that and it smelled rancid even from a few feet away. Clearly Snips was not big on hygiene. Spitfire knelt in front of him to get into position and had to breath through her mouth to keep from puking. Still in front of him, mouth open, her hands nowhere near his prick Snips came. The well placed accidental shot landed right in her waiting mouth. Her scream was likely audible in Yakyakistan as she lived up to her nickname and spit out his load before puking the contents of her stomach.

“Oh and a disappointing start for GU as Snips lets slip his stinky shit into his stroker’s mouth. Zero yards...and someone get Spitcum a breath mint.” Dash commentated as the first CHS pair stepped up.

Next was Featherweight being stroked by Dinky. The petite 18-year-olds were nearly the same shade of red as Dinky began to stroke. 30 seconds later Feather let out a shuddering sigh as his cum spurted 0.76 yards.

“And that puts CHS in the lead...a small lead, but a lead nonetheless. Don’t worry Featherweight everyone has an off day.” Dash commented.

From there not much was notable. The teams were Thunderlane and Gilda (3 yards), Big Mac and AJ (9.5 yards), Flash and Sugarcoat (2 yards), Rumble and Wallflower (disqualified, Wallflower’s invisibility strikes again), Trenderhoof and Sour Sweet (8.3 yards), Sunset Shimmer and Tender Taps (5 yards), and Soarin and Fleetfoot (9.7 yards).

It was all up to me. GU had just barely taken the lead from Big Mac’s impressive shot. There was two other events, but I had to prove I was worth subbing in for the CHS guys.

“You beat 9.7 yards I’ll wear a wireless vibrator at graduation and I’ll let you hold the controller.” Scoots whispered as encouragement as she began to stroke.

The devious idea of making Scootaloo cum on stage as she gets her diploma was enough to get my juices flowing. My dick, which had softened while waiting for my turn, was back at full mast. It was not long before my friend’s skillful hands brought me to my brink. Just as I was about to cum I felt Scoots finger wiggle into my ass and pressed on a very sensitive location I didn’t even know existed. All orgasms until this point paled in comparison to this one. I moaned loudly as shivers ran down my spine. My knees gave out and a began to fall over as my body was rocked with pleasure. My cum spurted into the air and into a wide arch as my vision blurred from orgasmic bliss.

Not a word was spoken as everyone waited for the cum to land. You could hear a pin drop it was so quiet. As I panted in my afterglow a soft bloop was heard as the cum landed in the pool to accompany the dress I had neglected to retrieve.

“Whoa.” Dash stated simply breaking the silence, “I added that house rule in last minute, but I guess that means CHS wins the first event.”

CHS students cheered triumphantly and my team hoisted my body as I came back to my senses. Drips of still flowing semen dripping on them, but they didn’t seem to care. One event down, two to go.

*** *** ***

The pool walkway was hosed down and the contestants were given a quick, very cold shower to help us have a fair chance at the next contest. Once we dried off Dash came back on the PA system to explain the next event. As she did some of her sorority sister set up two chairs.

“The Lap Dance Relay. This is an interesting one.” Dash began, “Each team picks the guy they think would last the longest without blowing his load. They then have to last the longest while receiving a lap dance from the opposite team.”

On her insistence the teams went to opposite side of the yard to figure things out.

“I think Sweetie should be our ‘guy’.” Scoots suggested, clearly biased in her choice.

“After that impressive cumshot?” Sunset asked, “Not even a cold shower would reset the nerves in that area. We’d run the risk of losing.”

“I’d have to agree with Sunset on this one.” I replied, “I feel like if someone looks at me with bedroom eyes I’ll cum again.”

“Either gender?” Sunset mused, checking out my package, “Interesting.”

I was going to reply to her when Rumble spoke up, “Honestly she might be our greatest asset as a lap dancer. Not many guys want to admit it, but a girl with a dick is kinda hot...she could be the key to our victory.”

“How ‘bout Big Mac?” AJ suggested, “The way Ah he’e from others, he takes longer ta cum each successive orgasm. Ain’t that right?”

I smirked at her poorly concealed knowledge of what her sister and Big Mac did a few hours earlier. I had the sneaking suspicion AJ was going to ride her brother later...she had already jerked him off in the last contest. It was the next logical step.

“Eeyup.” Big Mac confirmed.

“Then it’s settled, Mac is our pick.” Scoots shouted.

“I here we have the well hung, hunk, Big Mac as GU’s plaything.” Dash announced, “And for CHS trendy Trenderhoof’s your guy. Now the rules are as followed: Each member of the opposing team must run across the yard and give their plaything the best lap dance they can short of any actual penetration. That means no butts, vag, or mouth.”

“Is belly buttons fair game?” Snips asked, interrupting Dashie’s spiel.

“No.” Dash deadpanned, “Snips it wasn’t funny at the last five Fuckathlons, and its still not funny now.” She pause to clear her throat, “Each person gets 30 seconds to try to get their guy to cum then they must go for a quick swim and return to their team and tag in the next player. Ready, set, GO!”

Her “go” was accompanied by a buzzer from Neon Light’s speakers. Scoots and Gilda raced across the lawn. The older female trailing slightly behind my athletic friend. Scoots got to her plaything first and began to strut her stuff for the college preppy. Her moves were very haphazard, but on beat with the song that began to play from the PA system.

“Wow, Squirtaloo you’re fast on your feet.” Gilda commented as she reached Big Mac, “You’d be a shoe in for GU’s soccer team next year.”

“Quit squawking, and start stutting Gilded.” Scoots called back as she began to twerk her toned ass in front of Trenderhoof.

“Wow these girls are feisty. I’ve handled these two in bed before, so Mac and Trender good luck to you both.” Dash interjected.

From what I could tell, Trender was not into her lap dance...he seemed bored. How could he be bored? At least Big Mac is hanging in there. The well hung male was sporting a half-boner, but even Gilda’s more professionally skilled moves weren't getting to him. Perhaps since she’s not related to him?

When their 30 seconds were up Scoots lost her balance and belly flopped into the pool. Gilda gracefully dove into the pool after her.

“Though perhaps not the swim team, dweeb.” She teased as she exited the pool while Scoots recovered.

They were neck and neck getting back to the teams, but this time Gilda was first tagging Snips. Followed shortly by Scoots tagging Wallflower. CHS took the lead again due to Snip’s lack of athletic ability, but the lead was lost as Wallflower’s forgetfulness made for a lack luster lap dance. Snips was shockingly skilled. Since hands were an ok thing to use he skillfully beat Big Mac’s dick along with the song’s drum solo, bringing him to full mast. Their time ended and they dove into the pool.

Next up was Sugarcoat and Featherweight. Both made it to their playthings at the same time and got to work. Sugarcoat putting her cam girl experience to work and was really having an effect on Big Mac. I could see him biting his lip trying not to cum as she danced her bare boobs over his crotch. At least Featherweight had stirred Trender’s dick with his...ballet moves? We aren’t out of this race yet...I guess...

“Ballet vs. Burlesque moves, interesting tactics from both teams!” Dash called out, informing me of what the odd moves Sugarcoat was using were called.

The time ended, they jumped in to pool and returned to their teams.

Up next Sour Sweet and AJ. Sour Sweet began to stroke Big Mac’s impressive prick gingerly while waving her boobs in his face. That might have done him in if Trender hadn’t seemingly taken a shine to AJ. Based on the look on his face he was really enjoying what AJ was doing. She’s produced a lasso from somewhere and had roped it around Trenderhoof. She was practically sitting on his belly and using her back to stroke his dick. When Sour saw what was happening she abruptly squeezed Big Mac’s dick causing him to call out in pain.

“You will cum for me farm hand!” She yelled, yanking his dick in a way that seemed like she was trying to rip it off instead of pleasuring it.

“Yikes Sour we want him to cum, not need to go to the hospital!” Dash half joked as their time mercily ended, Sour’s abuse had lessened GU’s lead.

Next it was going my turn and I faced Spitfire. Trenderhooh looked like he was about to pop. I had this in the bag. Taking the hint from Rumble, I grabbed my own dick and stroked it to the music, making sure Trender could see what I was doing. I turned my back to him, giving the audience a look at what I was up to as I backed up onto his lap. Meanwhile Spitfire was trying to make up for Sour’s temper and was not having much luck. I was so caught up in the moment I misjudged the distance to Trender’s dick. It was so slick with precum that it had breached my anus before I realized I’d gone to far. The sudden tightness of my ass was enough to push him over the edge. Rope after rope filled my ass and leaked down my legs. The hot seed sending my over my own edge and the walkway was graced with my own cum, but the second he had entered me we’d lost the competition.

“And that’s the game, CHS wins!” Dash announced!

“Not so fast, Sweetie used her asshole!” Spitfire called out as she pointed at Trender’s dick still in my ass.

“It was an accident!” I protested, extracting myself.

“Tough break, kid.” Trender replied nonchalantly, simply happy to have his release.

“Dang! Then the game goes to GU!” Dash amended, “Its one to one, next game decides the winner!”

*** *** ***

For the final event of the Fuckathlon a large quilt was brought out onto the grass. Emblazoned on the quilt was the Delta Zeta greek letters along with enough cum stains to give Fluttershy and Treehugger’s carpet a run for its money. We were all told to take a seat on the blanket.

“This fine Quilt of Pleasure has been in storage since the Fuckathlon was banned from greek row.” Dash explained, “It was used every weekend for the Fuckathlon for the final event since it started my freshmen year, 3 years ago.” She smirked as many CHS contestants began to sport grossed out faces, “Don’t worry, we had it washed, but each stain is a pleasurable memory.” She paused and moaned.

I realized she was being fucked by the DJ while masturbating to the competition along with more than a few other members of the audience. Toola was using her strapon to fuck Suri Polomare’s ass while Coco Pommel was eating her out. I saw Lightning Dust feverishly masturbating while Photo Finish got up close and personal to Dust’s slit with her camera. Photo herself being felt up by her interns. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Diamond with a ballgag enjoying the company of her friend Silver Spoon, turned mistress, in the kitchen. It was turning into a real orgy. It was a wonder if anyone was actually watching the events anymore.

“Ehem.” Dash cleared her throat, extracting Neon’s dick from her ass. He stroked it himself for a moment cumming on her back, but she seemed to not care. “Can I have you sex fiend’s attention for a moment? The final event is about to begin!” Dash sighed before muttering, “You decide to act like an egghead for one second and you lose the crowd.” She cleared her throat again and returned to her explanation, “Now the Climax Race. I know by now the gals feel a bit left out. Round one only the guys got off, round 2 only one guy on each team got off, well for round 3 that changes. I’d like all of you to pair up. One GU gal with a CHS dude and one CHS dude with a GU gal. Sit next to each other on the blanket and face the audience. Using only your hands you must bring the other to climax first. The one to climax is out, the one who got them there scores a point for their team, but suffers a bit of blue ball or achy clit. The team to climax the most of the opposing team’s members wins the round.”

At that we paired up. Thunderlane paired with Dinky, Trenderhoof paired with Applejack, Soarin paired with Sunset, Flash paired with Wallflower, Big Mac paired with Gilda, Featherweight paired with Fleetfoot, Rumble paired with Sugarcoat, Tender Tapps paired with Sour Sweet, I was paired with Captain Spitcum, and Scoots was unfortunately paired with Snips...at the very least CHS had one point in the bag if Snip’s history in the competition was anything to go by.

“Ok, on your marks,” Dash bellowed as we sat down, “Get set,” Everyone grabbed hold of their partner’s genitals, I felt Spitfire’s delicate hands grasp my shaft sending it back to full mast as my own hand parted her well groomed slit, “Pleasure!”

On the sound of a buzzer from Neon, we began to pleasure each other. I will just say any and all rumors of Spitfire’s sluttastic skills are true. She really knows how to work a dick, I had to focus on fingering her vagina in order to keep my orgasm at bay. The crowd did not return to their own sexy time as this was the deciding round.

As Predicted Snips came quite easily. Scoots, nearly puking, immediately washed his gross spunk off her hand in the pool. “To no suprise, premature ejactulator Snips is out first.” Dash shamed playfully. Tender Tapps was next to cum. He apparently enjoyed Sour’s violent hadjob more than Big Mac did the previous round. “And next we have the tender tapping sweetheart having a masochist kink costing his team a point. Hey Sour, I hear he’s single.” Dash joked.

“Up yours Dash!” She called back, licking her hand clean.

Trenderhoof and Sugarcoat came at the same time. I think Trender asked AJ out after he came, but I was too focused on Spitfire’s vagina to hear her response. This was confirmed by Dash’s next comment, “Two more points for CHS, I guess skill is not always dictated by age. And Looks like love is in the air for AJ. What was her response?”

“She uh, has too much to handle back on the farm.” Trenderhoof answered sheepishly.

Oh I bet she does, between her sexually experimenting sister and her well hung Brother, I thought as I sped up my pleasuring of Spritcum’s twat. Her strokes increasing in turn.

Sunset was next to climax. She nearly neighed in delight, which didn’t seem odd since she was a pony from Equestria in human form.

“Did someone bring a horse to the party? Oh wait, that’s just Sunset. Bet they heard that back in Equestria!” Dash teased, “You’re quite the whinnyer.”

“Keep talking and you’ll never see me naked again, Dash.” Sunset replied angrily.

“Yeesh, learn to take a joke, bacon hair,” Dash deadpanned, “Not that I don’t have plenty of hot bods to look at, but I would miss yours...so...sorry Shimmy.”

Sunset just shook her head disapprovingly and laid back on the stained quilt enjoying her own afterglow.

Next was Featherweight, his cumshot splattering on Fleetfoot’s face. She greedily licked her face clean before helping him clean the rest of his dick off. “Slutfoot, slow down...you might choke on that cum...or his dick.” RD commented, only slightly concerned for her slutty sorority sister.

Swallowing, Slutfoot replied, “Don’t knock it till you try it, Dash. Choking brings out the best orgasm. Dicks, hands, belts..”

“Yeah, don’t remind me. Gilda likes to choke.” Dash responded.

“You liked it, mmhmmm, Dash!” Gilda chimed in, mid-moan.

“Maybe a little,” Dash admitted, as members of the crowd called out in approval.

A few moments passed before Dinky called out in ecstasy, falling back as she was the next to cum, adding her own girlcum to the stained quilt.

“The winner of most improved orgasm goes to Dinky Doo...or should I say Kinky Doo. Hard to believe her first time was tonight during Truth or Dare, right?” Dash complimented.

“Whoo! Go little sis!” Derpy called from the audience, “After this I’ll buy you a vibrator. Big sis will teach to last ten times longer!”

“Sisters are always the best teachers, aren't they?” Dash cooed. I imagine Derpy began to blush, but I couldn’t see where she was in the crowd. I was also too busy trying to hold back my own orgasm to look thoroughly.

Gilda and Big Mac tied in climaxing next. “With Gilded Carpet and the well hung farmhand cuming together that brings the score to five to four, GU!” Dahs continued to commentate.

I glanced over at Wallflower and Flash as I added a second and third finger to Spitfire’s slit. It looked like Wallflower was bored. Flash on the other hand came a moment after I began to look at them.

“In a flash we are down to the last pair! Futabelle and Spitcum, its all down to you two!” Dash said adding to the tension while at the same time giving me a Delta Zeta sluttified nickname.

I have to win this to make up for the last round. I fingerbanged harder than I had ever before all while trying not to think about Spitfire’s masterful handjob. We were both so close. I closed my eyes and let out a moan, putting my whole fist in Spitfire’s very loose vagina. A turrent of girlcum gushed out around my fist as the once loose walls locked on to my fist. At the same time rope after rope of my hot seed launched into the air. Several landing on myself, Spitfire and some of the other contestants.

As we basked in our collective afterglow a very stunned RD spoke, “Whoa, for the first time in Fuckathlon history we have a definitive tie.” She pause for a moment sticking one hand in her vagina and slowly moving it in and out, “I’d think of a tie breaker, but I think everyone is too horny to sit through another round. Who's up for an end of night orgy?”

I don’t think anyone would pass up that offer. The contestants stood and followed the crowd back inside. As I walked in I saw Spitcum defy her nickname as she pulled some of my cum from her hair and ate it.

Author's Note

This chapter took a bit to write....had to figure out how the events would play out. I also may have been inspired by American Pie: Beta House when it came to this sex inspired event...though with a bit more sex than was used in that movie's version of the competition.