Long Shot was having a blast. She was competing in every event at the Equestria games and it was going great. She had already won the gold medal in ice archery, despite not knowing anything about archery, and was now waiting for the results of the fart race, in which her wings had been tied down, a flat wooden wing was attached to her back, and she had then propelled herself into the air using farts as her only means of propulsion. Long was not disappointed to find out that not only had she won, but that she had also shattered the longest fart record with her 117 second butt blast. Now it was time for her favorite event, but as she made her way to the competition area, Long spotted a group of ponies in the crowd cheering for her, with her parents at the front holding up a large sign that read:

Get Fucked Long Shot

And her parents were cheering the loudest of all.

Her favorite event was, of course, the sex contest, in which the competitors tried to out last and out fuck each other, with judges awarding points for style, technique and presentation and assigning penalties for things like finishing before one's partner(s).

Focusing on the matter at hand, Long jumped up onto the bed and eyed her competition. Being such an experienced competitor, Long Shot had a +3 handicap, meaning she would be up against four other competitors at once. She was up against two huge stallions, a male dragon easily three times her height, and a female hippogryph, and decided to deal with the stallions first. As she was lining herself up, the hippogryph started screaming and the sun turned off.

Startled awake, Long Shot dropped from the ceiling just in time to see Spleens tumble out of her hammock, still screaming wordlessly. As Long stood up she saw Spleens curl up into a ball as she started sobbing something along the lines of, "No more! Please stop. I'll do anything, just stop please!"

"Spleens!" Long Drew her friend into a four leg and two winged hug, "You were dreaming, but it's over. I'm here, you're safe, and it's over now."

Finally looking up Spleens flung her forelegs around Long Shot and held on tight for several minutes as she slowly calmed down. Spleens was the one who eventually pulled away from the hug, "Thank you Long Shot," she whispered before shakily climbing back into her hammock.

Just as Long was about to reattach herself to the ceiling, the caravan door opened quietly and a slightly sweaty Near Miss slinked her way inside, only to come to a sudden stop when she saw both Long Shot and Spleens silently staring at her. "What? My bits are back and I gave 'em a quick test to make sure everything still works." Her friends kept staring at her. "I'm sorry I woke you, I tried to be as quiet as possible, but I just had to be sure everything still works."

Without a word, Long Shot and Spleens slowly looked away from Near and tried to get back to sleep.

Author's Note

Did anyone else get tonal whiplash?