FleetFight


                                            >Your alarm blares as you lazily shoot a hoof out of the side of your bed. Reaching around you knock the alarm off of the bedside table and it continues assault your ears from the floor.

                                            “Shit.”

                                            >You pry your eyes open and search for your alarm clock. With a groan, you finally shut it down and sit there for a while.

                                            >Today isn't just like any other day. Today you have special plans.

                                            >Most days are busy ever since you became a WonderBolt. The public thinks of you as one of the most skilled fliers from around Equestria but you know that you and the other WonderBolts are really nothing but state sponsored role-models for young pegasi, and with that comes the challenge of always appearing larger than life. Really, you have more in common with a princess than any sort of athlete and lately, that's really been getting to you.

                                            >Another blue pegasus with a technicolor mane, who was eager to prove herself as a flier worthy of being in the Wonderbolts hasn't just shown you up skill wise several times, but she has also shown you just how morally bankrupt you have become during the last Equestria Games.

                                            >Needless to say the reason you worked hard and became an elite member of this trick flying team has became a foggy memory. Of course you haven't really talked to anypony about this, Soarin is still angry at you and Spitfire has been working at some sort of redemption through this whole record breaking kick that happened after the games. By contrast, all you have been doing is stewing in your own self loathing brought on by disgust in your own actions. You don't feel like an elite flier anymore, you feel like a fraud.

                                            >A few months back, you decided to go to a bar alone to ease some of your tension. That night they had some kind of mud wrestling thing set up. You didn't know it was going to be there but when you got to the bar, you found yourself enamored by the spectacle. They were taking in volunteers from the audience who would get in the ring and begin groping each other as they slipped around in the slick mud. Every pony looked like they were having so much fun! But you couldn't join in because you have a job in public Relations. Since that night, you've been looking into various similar events. All the while, longing to capture some of that fun you witnessed in that first night.

                                            >Tonight Was the night that you were going to try something crazy, tonight you're going to finally have your chance at participating. You've considered your options for a while now, you can't enter yourself in the more professional wrestling and boxing because if you get too hurt, you can't fly and the for fun oil and mud wrestling events at small bars is a bit too public, somepony might recognize you; but after doing your research, you realized that your best option was actually an erotic wrestling competition you found during your research, the audience is limited they seem to offer desecration for their competitors and they do not allow photography inside the venue. You found some oil based paint that only comes off with soap and you plan on painting over your cutimark, and really there are so many blue pegasi with white manes out there, that you doubt that anypony could pick you out while you're in a place like this.

                                            >You heat up some oatmeal and begin preparing yourself. Tickling your flank with a paintbrush, you turn your lightning bolt and horseshoe into a cute little red ribbon. You spend most of your day psyching yourself up and testing the durability of the paint. The paint holds up through most of your trials but a few of the more zealous attempts to remove it begin to scrape it off but you re-apply it and tell yourself that you'll be careful. You also keep trying to remind yourself that any pony your are wrestling will be trying to state their sexual hunger with you. Even though, you're not really that sexually starved you know that the pony you go up against is likely to be a lot more eager to force you into some lustful release, so you prepare yourself to make sure that you are prepared to do the same to them before they have a chance to force you into orgasm.

                                            >Finally the Time is here. You toss on your heavy coat and walk out the door full of excitement and anticipation.

                                            >After a short flight and about fifteen minutes of being lost, you find the venue. It's a stone building tucked between the financial district.

                                            >You knock on the door and a little slide opens up on the door. A gruff voice calls out, “what do you need?”

                                            “I'm, here to compete.”

                                            >”One moment.” a series of clicks sounds from behind the door and a large stallion opens the door and gestures you inside. “Head down the hall to the right, you'll see a door marked 'management'. Go in there and talk to the owner. He'll give you the rules and answer any questions.

                                            “Thank you.”

                                            >The inside of the building is an elegant marble accented with red velvet curtains. Even the path to the manager's office is well kept and lit.

                                            >You open the door to the manager's office.

                                            “H-hello? I was told to come here before I compete tonight.”

                                            >A small thin looking stallion looks up from some papers and says, ”Yes, yes, come on in and have a seat.”

                                            >The stallion adjusts his tie and you sit down on a cushioned chair, “Now I assume that you know that this is adult entertainment and you're likely to get fucked while you're preforming, right?

                                            “Yes”

                                            >”You also understand that by agreeing to do this you are of a consenting age and willing to participate in sexual acts for the purpose of entertainment, correct?”

                                            “Yeah, and I agree.”

                                            >”Splendid. Just understand that you will be given three rounds with our opponent where you will score points for control and sexual humiliation of your opponent, there is no biting, punching, kicking or other actions meant to cause lasting damage to your opponent permitted and you will wear only the clothing we give you for the match during the match and you will be paid 60 bit for participation with an additional reward, should you defeat your opponent as well as license to preform any sexual acts you want with your opponent should you defeat her. Any questions?

                                            “No, I think I've got it.”

                                            >”Awesome. Just head down to the locker-rooms. Back down the hall, to the right through the arena room, You'll see an archway with a big logo over it in the arena room. It's in there.”

                                            “Alright, I think I've got it.”

                                            >”Super, looking forward to watching you tonight. Cuti.” The stallion winks at you as you exit the room and begin your long walk to the locker-room.

                                            >You can feel butterflies in your stomach as your excitement is turned to nervousness. You've never done something like this and this is happening much faster than you expected. >You reach the locker-room and a young mare with a headset walkie-talkie greets you and gets your size for a pair of tight elastic shorts, a bright pink thong, a shirt that will go over your wings and some pink sweat bands that she says are to accent your legs. The fabric all of these garments are made from feels thin, you assume that these are meant to be ripped off during the match so you and your opponent are slowly exposed.

                                            >You take a deep breath and try to center yourself as you begin changing into your new outfit.

                                            >You first slide the pink thong between your hind legs. The sides of the thong tie on which takes you a bit of time as you attempt to use a combination of your hooves and teeth to reach down to your flank and tie yourself a neat bow on each side.

                                            >This doesn't work and eventually you find yourself tying the sides together before slipping the thong on.

                                            >As you struggle with the thong more mares begin to populate the locker room. The give you a certain look of mixed lust and intrigue as you slip on the thin stretchy shorts, shirt and sweatbands.

                                            >A petite Earth Mare approaches you and shyly utters out, "Are you new here?"

                                            She has a two tone muted purple and pink mane ties up in a bun and a creamy almost yellow coat. Her eyes are a piercing almost icy blue.

                                            "Yeah, this is my first night."

                                            >"Oh good, I don't know everypony yet so I wanted to make sure you weren't just a returning champ or something. I'm the uhh mangler by the way. What's your wrestler name?"

                                            >A brief moment of panic washes over you. You had an alias picked out for all of your official stuff but you hadn't considered a nickname yet. You spit out the first thing that comes to mind.

                                            "I'm the hurricane."

                                            >Hurricanes that sounds just generic enough to be any pegasus right?

                                            >"Cool do you know who you're up against tonight?"

                                            "No idea."

                                            >"Ohh... Well since your a rookie I might see you in the ring."

                                            >You feel your competitive spirit overtaking you as you begin to size up the small mare.

                                            "You think you can take me?"

                                            >The Mangler gives you a nervous smile, "mmmmaybe, I've got to win one eventually right? And your tight f-flank might be the motivation I need." She gives you a little nervous laugh.

                                            "Well, don't think I'll take it easy on ya just because you're all small and cute, I'm here to win.

                                            >Did you just call her cute?

                                            >"Y-yeah me neither." The Mangler says with a blush. "I uhh, need to go change."

                                            >The little mare trots off to some more lockers.