Harem Alliance

The crowd was screaming, cheering and chanting her name in time with Spitfire's movements. Physically, she was exhausted already, and she was running on adrenaline and fumes. A small voice in the back of her head was telling her, "this is a bad idea." But she could barely hear it over a louder voice screaming "yeah, no shit, Sherclop!"

As she came up to catch her breath, she looked around. Soarin was standing just off the field, talking to a few of the cadets that had come along but weren't allowed to participate because they were still in training. As soon as Rainbow Dash and Thunderlane flew off in opposite directions, he turned back to her and waved with a smile.

At first, she wanted to scowl through her forced smile, but it didn't take much thought to see that he was handling things pretty well, in his goofy, silly sort of way. Her first thought was that she'd asked him to do one thing, and that was to find out who did this. But then she remembered that she'd asked him to keep an eye on her and rescue her if she fell. He couldn't leave her side. Having the other Wonderbolts cast a wider net was brilliant, and his smile and wave made it look like this was all planned out. She smiled and waved back before grabbing the microphone.

"I think that's enough foreplay," she said, stroking the zebra's mast with her hoof. "I think it's time to show you what you all came to see!"

She stood up on her back hooves, her chest heaving as she slowly unzipped her jumpsuit. She could feel the waning power of the coupon over her as the zebra became less and less enthused about the idea. It was clear that he was having second thoughts about this, as it wasn't the way he had intended for things to go. She was still compelled to have sex with him in front of the screaming spectators, but he was obviously suffering from stage fright.

That wasn't going to stop her, though. Peeling back her jumpsuit, she let her skin breathe. She was all sweaty and sticky, and her fur was all matted. She even flopped her breasts around, riling up the crowd before standing up, lifting her tail, and pulling away the jumpsuit stuck to her hind end.

As embarrassing as this was, and as it was supposed to be, Spitfire was very good at tuning out the crowd. As the latex pulled away from her body, she just focused on the cold air instantly chilling her sweaty pussy lips. The shock of the cold air was exhilarating, and that was enough to keep her going, just a little bit longer.

The roar of the crowd flooded back into her ears as she tossed her jumpsuit aside. She looked around, waving her hooves as if urging them to raise that volume, which they certainly did. Her display had stopped Rainbow Dash in her tracks, her jaw hanging limply on her bright red face as she stared at her stunning body.

Spitfire blew a kiss at Rainbow, both drawing her back into her work and promising that they'd talk about this later; maybe in the shower. She turned and blew a kiss to Soarin, who wasn't watching her for once, as he'd just been given a clipboard. His third job, as officiant, was calling him.

Spitfire climbed on top of the zebra and stood over him. "You ready to be ridden, cowboy?"

He nodded.

She plunged him into her depths, holding him tightly inside of her. "Good. Because thousands of pegasi are watching this, judging you on your performance, and a lot of them aren't impressed."

Immediately, she felt the spell break as he turned flaccid. He wasn't retracting, yet, but she wasn't going to let him, either. Nor was she going to let him cum and run. Now, she was the one in control, and she was going to keep it that way. She may have been forced to take this position, but now that she was here, she would be the one doing the forcing.

It started with some grinding. He was still inside of her, held down by her hooves, but she needed him at least semi-firm. He had to be structurally sound enough that she could separate from him. At the very least, the mic had been returned to the stand, so she could say whatever she wanted.

"I know you were put up to this," she whispered, glaring into his eyes. He was shocked, and more importantly, scared. "You thought this was going to be easy; that I'd just roll over and let you plow my mound in front of all of these ponies? Well, guess what, bitch boy? Momma's in charge, now, and you'd better do exactly as I say. If you refuse, I can make this a thousand times worse for you. Comply, and I will rock your world. Do I make myself clear?"

He nodded sheepishly. She'd only managed to firm him up a little bit, but it was enough to start moving her hips up and down, slurping at his cock with her pussy. He really was quite large, and if he were doing more than just lying there, she might have even enjoyed him. But she had work to do and a show to put on, so she rode him like a talking dildo.

"Who hired you?"

"I don't know, they never showed their face. They wore a hood and had us meet in a public place. They paid me to come and freak you out, so you wouldn't do as well in this bout."

"Tampering with a sports team is a crime. The coupon wouldn't allow you to do that."

"I told them that, but they disagreed; that I'd neither cause you to lose nor lessen your speed. I was just supposed to keep your mind off the field. But now I don't know if I can keep it concealed."

"As well, you shouldn't," growled Spitfire. "However, your compliance has been noted. For that, I'm not going to charge you with indecent exposure, coercion, or bribery. You're under arrest for accessory to fraud."

With those words, she shouted out the biggest, loudest fake orgasm she'd ever performed, then fell down on top of his chest. Immediately, Soarin rushed to her side, and the last words she had before passing out due to exhaustion were "Book him, Soarin..."