The home team is warming up on the field today. The weather for the afternoon is mixed with the hot sun shining down on them, and the cold breeze comes from thick white clouds. This is the perfect time to practice outside. They are warming up as usual while waiting for Principal Celestia.
And finally, on the other half of the pitch, Fleetfoot is doing push-ups using the goalpost. With her arms up and her small top showed her toned stomach. Celestia, her good body... Her amazing fit, her glorious legs, and those sweats are just making her hotter...
"No! Stop thinking about her that way! It is either that or get kicked off of the team, even though Rainbow Dash would never want to."
"Hey Sunset," she snapped back to reality and turned to her captain and friend. "You seem off while jumping jacks? What are you looking at?"
She can feel the heat turning up in her cheeks. "I, uhh..." Sunset stuttered. "I was looking at the goalpost!" She let out a fake chuckle. "I'm pretty excited about another match practice."
Rainbow smiled at her and added, "Yep. I know the feeling. I just can't wait for Principal Celestia."
Lightning Dust offered a cocky grin with her foot on the ball. "Our signature playbook is to give the ball Lightning Dust." She struck a pose.
Rainbow rolled her eyes and shook her head. "First, we have an egoistic magician who usually talks in third-person and now we have a teammate whose ego is bigger than the other."
Her teammates snickers at her remark. Lightning Dust sneered, "Whatever. I'm the lead striker!"
Rainbow groaned and annoyed. "For the last time, I'm the striker, but also a captain. Sunset is the lead striker, and you're the second lead goal scorer."
Lightning huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Fine, whatever."
The sudden sound of the whistle blowing averted their attention to the headmaster. "Warm-ups are over, girls. It's time for match practice."
They sit on the center of the pitch as Celestia scribbled the strategy on a whiteboard.
"Sunset Shimmer, Rainbow Dash, and Lightning Dust," She instructed. "You three will have to weave your way through the defense. And to further improve your three striker formation, you will be up against the entire team."
Everyone was surprised to hear that. Lightning Dust turned to the others. "You hear that, guys? Get ready to be shredded by the Lightning Storm!"
Gilda just scoffed. "That catchphrase still needs some work."
"Oh please," Lightning mocked at her. "It's not like you can do anything better."
"Enough talking," Celestia interrupted. "Now, strikers, be ready. Midfielders and defenders play in tight defense. And Fleetfoot, stop everything they can throw at you."
The goalie nodded. "You got it, ma'am."
Sunset takes one last look at her and her body. Oh Celestia, she looks good. She can even see her black bra since her top is small. Her physique is so divine...
Sunset mentally cursed herself. "Stop it, you sick fuck! This is fucked up than turning into a Raging She-Demon!"
The team is ready. The forwards are on the empty half of the pitch while the rest is on the other side.
Celestia blew her whistle to start the kickoff. Sunset taps the ball to Lightning, and they pushed forward. She dribbled past Fire Flare with her own style and sends it back to Sunset. And soon, she is trapped by Gilda and the other two in a circle. However, though, she spins into the form of a tornado; it's the Shimmer Spinner! The striker never gets dizzy for doing this well, maybe after fifteen minutes if she keeps this up.
Sunset sends the pass to Dash. The team captain nutmeg and spin past Ember and crosses over Smolder's head and to Lightning. She has one more defender to go through, and that's Strawberry Sunrise. But Sunset runs alongside her and raises her hand for the ball. Lightning sighed in annoyed, but just sent it back to her before the apple hater tackled from her.
Sunset has her eyes on the goal. And Fleetfoot. Well, shit.
The way she guards the goal is so... stunning. Her determined eyes are so beautiful. Her athletic built just makes her want to tackle her and do her this and that. This is so tempting than power...
Sunset snapped herself from these impure thoughts. She can't be distracted by these thoughts. Not now. She kicked the ball, but she fired it straight at the post. Fleetfoot looks perplexed.
Rainbow rushed forward. "Don't worry, Sunset," she assured her. "We can always keep practicing."
Sunset just simply nodded. She is so flustered as hell.
Minutes went by, while Fleetfoot stopped Rainbow and Lightning's shots, with Sunset it's different. Every time she gets her chance, she always missed. Firing at the goalpost and sometimes straight at Fleetfoot. She even tapped back to Rainbow when it's clearly her next shot. Rainbow sends it back to her and repeat. This goes on for ten seconds until Ember swipes the ball with her foot.
Lightning shoots, but Fleetfoot punched it away and landed next to Sunset's feet. She stared back as Fleetfoot picks herself up and gestured to her, saying, "come at me" and suggestively wiggled her eyebrows.
"Wait, is she messing with me, or is it my imagination?"
Sunset is so lost in staring at the keeper that she can't hear her strike partners telling her to pass the ball or fall back. But Strawberry Sunrise tackles and clears the danger.
Celestia blows her whistle. Practice is already over.
"Sunset Shimmer," the rest gathered around her. "What happened out there? You and your teammates were doing well with your three striker formation in the past. Is something wrong?"
Sunset gulped. How is she going to explain while hiding most of the truth? And what's worse, Fleetfoot is just three feet away from her. "Oh, Celestia..."
"I...I was..." she stammered. "I was a little worn out today..."
"What?" Rainbow asked her. "No way, you were never like that an hour ago."
Sunset shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I lost my touch or something. I couldn't get my crosshairs right."
Derpy blinked her eyes. "Wait, since when do you have crosshairs?"
"I have crosshairs in my brain while I was studying magic back in Equestria," Sunset explained.
Fleetfoot stalked over to her. "No wonder I can't stop your shots." This close contact makes Sunset blushed. Her face is turning up the heat.
Celestia stepped in. "Anyway, if that's the case, then I suggest you take a break from soccer," she advised. "After all, we still have all week before the game this weekend. And I believe it's about time you girls get going."
So with that, they grabbed their stuff and moved back into the building. But before she and Rainbow regroup with their friends, a nice cold shower can help her cool off. So they bid goodbye and went on their separate ways.
Sunset stripped down her leather vest and placed them next to her bag and sat down. Thinking. She nearly made a fool of herself out there, especially to Fleetfoot. If the keeper connects the dots... maybe she shouldn't destroy that Memory Stone.
"Oh, hey, Sunset." She let out an uncharacteristic "Eee!" And gazed up to see Fleetfoot. Her face is now as red as Strawberry Sunrise's hair, or Applejack's apples. Or both. Even though they hate each other.
Fleetfoot maintained her composure. "Sorry, I forgot my bag at the pitch. I'm also here for a shower." That was a lie. She followed Sunset here, while everyone else left.
Sunset stood up with a deep gulp. "Yeah... I don't know why I reacted like that." She said it with a struggle. "Idiot. You said the wrong thing!"
Fleetfoot waved her hand. "Ah, don't worry about it. You had a rough practice. I was looking forward to stopping your shots."
"Well... nothing can stop my deadly accuracy," she replied, holding her fingers.
"Dead accuracy, my ass!" Fleetfoot said back and let her tongue out. "Relax, I'm only joking."
She turns around and bend over to put her bag down on the bench. Sunset can clearly see her.. Why I can't stop looking?!
And what's next, Fleetfoot takes off her top, and she's half topless if it weren't for her black sports bra. Great, as if turning into a Raging She-Demon isn't bad enough. Look at the size of her breasts; they're huge!
Hot damn...
A smirk flashed on her face. "See something you like?" She even made a suggestive pose.
Sunset shook her head. "No! I never-" but the hot keeper touched her lips with hers. This. Is. Insane!
Fleetfoot broke the kiss ten seconds later. "Alright, Shimmer. Admit it, you're crushing on me."
Sunset was taken aback by this. "WHAT?!" She shouted, and her face is turning reddish more than a moment ago.
"Denying will make things worse for you, Sunset," she told her. "But it's cool. No big."
Sunset dropped her jaw. How can someone be so calm, despite all of this? Why does Fleetfoot seem fine with this? It doesn't make any sense...
Sunset took a moment for a deep breath. After a while, even with a struggle in her voice, she simply asked, "How are you not bothered?"
Fleetfoot chuckled. "Bothered? Why would I? I have a good body, but I'm not straight, if you know what I mean. I never thought you liked me that much."
Sunset looked away. "I... I don't know why I'm feeling this way..." she said. "But..."
"But nothing," Fleetfoot interrupted her. "I always thought you're hot in your superhero form." She confessed.
Sunset turned back surprised. Did she just call her hot?
"Yeah, I mean it. If you don't buy it, read my mind to see the truth." She said, "I admired you since you saved us from the sirens, and when you joined our team."
Sunset cleared her throat. "Oh...I see," her heart skipped a beat and her face is turning up the heat really good. "But how did you-?"
"Know you liked me?" Fleetfoot finished. "It's all thanks to my own rules of goalkeeping, observation, instincts, and reflexes. For observation, I never read where you want to shoot. I'm reading your body language and the way you looked at me. I mean, you clearly saw how I never moved a muscle whenever you had your shot."
Sunset looked back at their practice earlier. The fact Fleetfoot secretly liked her and she can read her body language it makes why she stays in one place whenever Sunset took her shot.
Fleetfoot just give her a sly smirk. "My instincts are telling me I needed this. And so should you," she guided her to the showers. "Now c'mon, let's hit the showers."
"With you?" Sunset exclaimed.
"Relax. I locked the door. No one is getting in and out. Well, except us if we're about to leave."
And then later, Sunset watched as the scenario unfolds. Fleetfoot eyed her suggestively as she slowly pulled off her bra. And Celestia, her breasts are indeed huge! Well, not as huge as Pinkie's balloons. She takes off her shoes and drag down her shorts and her thong.
Sunset watched in awe. She is on the verge of passing out, but Fleetfoot snapped her out of it before that happens.
"Okay, Shimmer. I did my part, and I want you to return the favor." She told her.
Sunset said nothing but comply without hesitation. Well, the only thing she hesitates to do is staring at her naked teammate.
Fleetfoot take a moment to study her physique. "And just as I thought you are hot in your superhero form, you have a nice body as well. Fuck, you're hotter than me."
"I can say the same about you," she replied.
Now in the shower stall, cold water falls on them like raining bullets. They held each other's hands, naked. Sunset is still a nervous wreck, but her teammate just knew how to cool her off.
"Honey, stop being dreaded about this," she said sultry. "If you spent this moment dreading it, then you'll miss what it matters. My instincts tell me we needed this, and yours tells you to embrace your desires. Just imagine your desires as the goalpost, and the one guarding it is your doubt and worry, and yourself, as a striker who longed wanted that desire. All you have to do is... shoot." She whispers at the last part.
She made a point. If Sunset dreaded all day long, then she'll miss this precious moment she's been waiting for. So, she finally puts her doubts aside and embraced her desires like a striker aiming for the goal. Their lips touched, and their breasts made contact. Tracing each other's skin with their fingertips.
Wanting more of this, Sunset clasped her breasts and fondling them. Fleetfoot reached to her pussy, greedily rubbing it. They both moaned as they keep their lip lock connected and continued touching each other. Fleetfoot kiss down to her neck, and to her right breast while groping her left breast with the other. Sunset moaned as she keeps fondling her breasts. Fleetfoot licked her nipple. She even had her finger deep in Sunset's clit. After a long moment, she released her nipple with a wet pop and pulled out her finger.
Sunset takes her turn and lowers her head and hungrily licked her breasts than Fleetfoot could. She puts one hand on her crotch and the other groped her ass. She rubbed her bottom as she continued sucking off her nipples. Fleetfoot moaned so loud she's crying. But cries in satisfaction and enjoyed being handled like this. She stroked her hair and then let out another loud moan when Sunset shoved her finger into her pussy, and groping her nice ass really hard.
"God damn, Sunset!" She cried.
Sunset gave her nipples one long last lick and a kiss before releasing them from her mouth. Her finger is still in a couple of inches inside of her. "The striker knows the goalie's weakness." She said in-a-matter-of-fact tone. She pushed in deeper, Fleetfoot cried out that she would've made her deaf.
"Fuck...!" She gritted her teeth as Sunset finger fucked her. She gets faster and deeper every second. Screwing her pussy and shoving her finger even deeper than she thought. "Ah, AH, AHHH!!" Wanting to hold her moans desperately, she grabbed her head and pulled her for another long, passionate kiss. She's screaming in her mouth but she tries to not to break this kiss.
After a while, Sunset pulled out, and Fleetfoot unloaded a sperm of cum and it splattered on her fingers. "Both are panting hard.
"You may be right about the goalie's weakness, Sunset," Fleetfoot finally. "You always aim for top corners, that's every goalie's weakness." And then she smirked. "But you forgot about one thing."
Sunset scoffed. "Oh yeah? And what's that?"
"Reflexes."
Before she knew it, Fleetfoot tackled her out of the shower stall and to the ground. Where she penetrated her as she kissed her deeply. When Sunset tried to squeeze her way out, Fleetfoot pinned her real hard, she's enjoying Sunset trying to escape and Sunset enjoyed failing to. Their breasts touched each other as they make out. Sunset rubbed her naked skin and oh Celestia, she's a soft touch. They lay stayed on the ground for a few minutes later until Fleetfoot ends another kiss and sits up.
"I gave you a delicate finger fucking," Fleetfoot spoke. "But you gave me a better one than I ever did. So..." she stood up and went to her bag, and pulled out a purple dildo. Sunset watched in disbelief. "Don't ask how I got it. And don't read my mind unless I tell you too."
She returns to her positioned, and steadied Sunset to keep her still. Sunset just take a deep breath and prepare herself. After a long moment, Fleetfoot shoved the toy in. Sunset cried out. She pushed in slowly and then deeper after the next minute, and then she went faster. Sunset gasped out. She covered her mouth to avoid attracting attention from others. Fleetfoot shoved half of the toy inside of her, repeatedly, faster and faster.
"AAHHH!" She screamed.
"It hurts, but we both know you're loving this. And when you're done, fuck me next." Fleetfoot said, loving each thrust she made. And she can't wait for her turn.
After a while, it's Fleetfoot's turn. So she leans back against a locker, spreading her legs wide open for Sunset to get access. Sunset shoved the dildo into her mound. Fleetfoot screamed out loud, biting her finger tips. After the first few thrusts, Sunset pulled out and thrust half of the toy in harder and deeper. Fleetfoot's body bucked and thrusting her breasts upward.
"O-Oh fuck!" She cried out.
"Fuck you say?" Sunset questioned her as an idea popped into her head. "Hold this." She grabbed Fleetfoot's hand and lead it to the toy. Sunset adjust herself over the toy and gently sits on it until it penetrated into her ass. Sunset gasped out.
Fleetfoot chuckled, despite the pain. "So we're fucking each other with the same toy at the same time?"
Sunset winced at the pain as she lowers herself. "You know what they say, teamwork."
Fleetfoot nodded in reply. "Teamwork."
So they spent the next minutes fucking each other with the dildo. Shoving the toy both in and out of their cunts, but mostly, their asses. They enjoyed the sensation of fucking each other's brains out. This dildo is so big and strong, they can't keep this up forever even if they want more.
They imagine themselves in the pitch, playing striker versus goalkeeper. And after that, they would lie down on the grassy field, kissing, touching, and fucking each other out. A moment like this would [guaranteed their confidence for their next game with Manhattan High.
Back to reality. Minutes drew on but they never want to stop. Although Sunset suggested five more minutes and Fleetfoot agreed. Just five more minutes, and then hit back in the showers and to get cleaned up this time. And no more fucking afterwards.
About an hour later, they went back to the pitch. School day had ended, but they just need a little more time with each other. Sunset placed the ball in the center.
"You know," Fleetfoot spoke. "Fucking you... has got to be the best thing that has ever happened to me!"
Sunset chuckled. "Yes. Yes, it is," she agreed. "I'm glad I don't have to hide my feelings for you anymore."
"And I'm glad that I had time to tell you what I felt about you," she added. "Sometimes, when you shoot, you got me turned on with the way you shoot."
"What? Me being in mid-air and on sideways as I take the shot?" Sunset asked her.
"Well, we never changed into our gym outfits and stick with our casual clothing every time we practiced," Fleetfoot said. "Principal Celestia doesn't seem to care about that. I've been trying to look underneath your skirt..." She blushed.
"Then maybe I can give you a perfect view once I take the shot," Sunset said. "We're only here to trained your anticipation and reaction time. Yes, you stopped the best strikers' shots before, but me, I'm the only one with the deadly accuracy. And every goalie's weakness are the upper corners."
Fleetfoot scoffed. "Just make sure you don't fire straight at the post this time," she challenged.
Sunset looked at her with a determined look. "Then game on!" She challenged.
Author's Note
If I want to make a guessing game, I will not hint about their love and affection. Even if Fleetfoot gets the spotlight for one of my future chapters in Football Adventures.
