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"What is a cheerleader?" Blue asked sagely, his back to his audience.

"A simple question really, but one few ever truly consider," Blue continued as he turned around to face his potential customers. "I'm sure most hoof-ball fans just think of cheerleaders as entertainment. They dance around, say a little chant, and keep your eyes busy between the action. Why do you think they are dressed the way they are? Because it makes them eye-candy. But that's not all they do," Blue explained ominously. "Their true purpose is right in the name: 'cheerleader'. They keep the fans pumped up. They inspire the stands to follow their lead and cheer on their team."

The collection of ponies in front of Blue were dressed in well-pressed suits. And they looked like they might be getting bored of his monologue sales pitch. So Blue cleared his throat and skipped ahead a bit.

"So, gentlecolts, do I have a proposal for you. I think you're going to love my friend PINK!!" he suddenly yelled, turning his head toward the far side of the field.

The collection of ponies lazily followed his direction and watched. Watched as a mare at least five stories tall and wearing a cheerleader's uniform stepped around one of the bleachers and began prancing onto the field in their general direction. Jaws dropped, eyes twitched, and weird vocal sounds of confusion were uttered. This towering pony could fit a normal sized pony in each of her hooves! Where had she come from? What was going on? Where had they found a skirt and top that big? And those socks and shoes? She even had her mane tied back. The only thing missing from her outfit was a pair of equally large pompoms. Meanwhile, the huge mare came to stand in front of her audience with an excited grin.

"Gentlecolts," Blue said smugly, "allow me to introduce you to my friend Pink."

Pink waved down at the group. "Hello," she greeted them happily.

"Pink," Blue began, looking over his shoulder, "why not give them a quick demonstration. Really sell it, you know?"

"Got it," she replied with a confident nod.

Pink took a few steps back before standing tall and closing her eyes. She took a deep breath and sighed. The investor ponies glanced at each other nervously.

Then she raised her left hooves before dropping them back down on the grass with an audible boom that made the ground tremble. Then her right hooves did the same. Back and forth she stomped, rocking her entire body with the beat.

"The Giants are ready," Pink began to sing. "The Giants are ready," she repeat before rearing up onto her hind hooves.

"The Giants are smooth," she continued as she spread her forehooves across the sky as though drawing a rainbow.

"The Giants will take control," Pink declared as she spun around and made her skirt flutter. Then the huge mare dropped to her four hooves again, facing her backside to the crowd. She glanced over her shoulder and raised a brow suggestively. Then Pink gave her hips a wiggle.

"And the Giants will stomp all over you!" she finished while stomping one of her rear hooves.

Silence.

Blue cleared his throat and jumped in front of the crowd. "As you can see, Pink cannot help but draw attention. Imagine the energy she'll bring to the next game!"

There was some chatter at that. Though most of the ponies were still focused on Pink's dark panties clearly visible under her skirt.

Author's Note

The hardest part of this short was giving Pink a good cheer. I never really paid attention to what cheerleaders were actually saying before, you know? It always got drowned out by the screaming crowd. So I did a quick search, curious if I could simply find the lyrics of cheers online, and discovered an entire website dedicated to them. Then I realized how awful and cheesy they all were. Seriously, why are they all so... stupid? I quickly started to think it would be faster to write my own, even taking how much I suck at poetry into account.

Then I noticed one that had the phrase "stomp all over you" and I knew I had a winner.