When The Cheerleaders Won The Game
Though she did her best to shake her pom-poms in what she hoped was an encouraging way, on the inside, Smolder couldn’t help but cringe. Sheesh – they’d finally made it to the first round of the buckball finals, and then what? They were getting clobbered out there on the field! Disgraceful! About to make her ashamed of even going to this school. Come on! They’d been going undefeated all season, so what the heck was going on now? They’d only managed to score one point against the other team’s fifteen. And it was almost halftime already! How could they be doing so good for so long and then start to utterly suck now that they were in the finals? And this game was against Hoofington Tech. S of F had already beaten those nerds four times in the regular season, so why couldn’t they at least try to do something decent in the finals? Disgusting! Almost made her want to stop cheering and just go home before watching them fail so bad made her puke.
Only reason she didn’t was because she and the other cheerleaders had a contingency plan...
When Smolder had brought up the idea earlier, Shimmy Shake and Lighthoof had jumped on it right away – they were super-excited about the idea, and even a little sad that S of F would probably win without it so the cheerleaders wouldn’t need to help. Were those two mares actually as slutty as they pretended to be? Even Ocellus seemed surprisingly into it. Despite how shy she usually was, maybe that was the old changeling heritage in her? Of all the cheerleaders, the only one who gave Smolder a hard time about the plan was Yona. And then, mostly just because she was worried that Sandbar would get jealous. But that was okay. Smolder had told her that she talked to Sandbar, and Sandbar was okay with it as long as Yona only did mouth and hand stuff. So it was settled. Of course, there had never actually been such a conversation, but what was a little white lie here and there? What Sandbar didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
And there it was! The mayor of Hoofington, who was officiating this game, blew his horn, which meant that the first half was over. Just in time for S of F’s last desperate buck to finally make it into the catcher’s basket ... which didn’t count at all, since it happened after the horn.
Dang... Those jerks out there on the field really needed Smolder’s help, didn’t they? Her and the other cheerleaders. Well, it was a good thing they had such an amazing set of cheerleaders, then.
Good thing that this was an away game, too. Which meant the opposing team’s cheer squad would be in charge of the halftime show. Smolder’s plan would only work on an away game.
She shot meaningful glances at all of her fellow cheerleaders. Most of ‘em nodded back. Yeah, they knew what was going on, and they knew the plan. Smolder’s devious, devious plan. Time to head to the other team’s locker room while they were in the middle of their halftime break...
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Surprisingly, Smolder and the other four cheerleaders had just been able to walk right into the other team’s locker room with no problem at all. Smolder had made this big elaborate plan about distracting the security so the others could get by, and picking the locks and everything ... but there was no security, and the door wasn’t locked.
It felt a little weird, walking into the boy’s locker room, but she forced herself to get over it. At least the opposing team was all stallions this time. That was pretty important for her plan to work, after all.
Beyond the normal reek of a locker room, this little place absolutely stank of celebration. The three members of the other team hadn’t noticed her coming in yet – they were still laughing and high-fiving each other as if they’d already won the whole game. Which ... to be fair, they kind of had. Unless Smolder had anything to say about it.
And she had a lot to say, starting with: “Hey, boys! Hope you don’t mind...”
The little party that had been going on inside the locker room suddenly stopped. All three of the stallions turned and looked at Smolder and the other cheerleaders.
They weren’t a bad trio of stallions, not really. That would make things easier. And even though most pony stallions were a bit too fluffy for her liking, these three were fairly athletic, so that helped. The tight little shorts they were wearing as their team uniform sure didn’t hurt, either. After watching half the game, she already knew their names: the russet brown earth pony bucker, Rough Edges; the beefy dark blue and grey pegasus defender, Thunderhead; and the always frazzled-looking catcher, a red and white unicorn named Frazzle Dazzle. Honestly, that last one of ‘em seemed like he wasn’t all there ... but that was apparently pretty common with good catchers for some reason? Anyway, the other two weren’t half bad. Rough Edges was a bit too slim and skinny for Smolder’s taste, but Thunderhead suited her tastes in pony stallions just fine.
Finally, they got tired of just slack-jawed staring at her. Frazzle Dazzle pointed. “Uh... The away team’s locker room is on the other side of the field, you guys.”
Smolder held one hand on her waist and cocked her hips to the side. “Duh.”
The stallions looked at each other for a moment, then looked back. “So, uh, what are you all doing in here?” Rough edges said.
“What? We can’t hang out with the winning team?”
Another long moment of silence. Maybe her plan was just too weird to work after all. If these three couldn’t get over how strange it was and get with the program...
Thunderhead scratchcard behind his ear. “But aren’t you the other team’s cheerleaders? You know, School of Friendship? Shouldn’t you be cheering them on?”
“Come on!” Smolder rolled her eyes, putting on the best possible show she could. “Have you seen how they’re playing out there? It’s embarrassing to even go to the same school as them!” No lies there. Unfortunately. “So we, like, wanted to spend some time with a team that’s actually worth spending time with, isn’t that right, girls?”
Her fellow cheerleaders were quick to offer their affirmations, with varying degrees of believably. Shimmy Shake and Lighthoof might look good in their cheerleader outfits, but they were terrible actresses, and their shouts of “Yeah!” sounded really fake. Ocellus was actually surprisingly convincing – she seemed so earnestly fascinated with these stallions! And Yona was, well ... Yona. And worse, she was getting ahead of the game: “Yona suck pony dick now!”
Though ... maybe the direct approach was the right approach after all. At Yona’s mention of sucking dick, all three of the stallions suddenly went from confused to intensely interested.
Huh... Was that all it took? Pony stallions were easier to deal with than Smolder had realized. Maybe all of her subtlety and plausible deniability was just wasted effort.
“Yeah, um, sure,” Rough Edges said, gesturing to the empty bench next to him. “You girls can come hang with us, uh, I guess. Until the second half, anyway...”
Oh, if she had her way, they’d be ‘hanging out’ a lot longer than that!
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Smolder rubbed Thunderhead’s thigh as she leaned up next to him on the bench. “Uh-huh... Is being so strong why you’re such a good defender?”
If his cock grew any more, it would start sticking out from under his shorts. “I, uh, yeah... Maybe? I guess? That, and we’re just practicing all the time...”
“That’s so interesting.” She purposefully bit her lip a little while looking up into his face. A lot of stupid fake crap, of course, but most guys really seemed to like this kind of stupid fake crap, especially when it was focused on them.
The others were doing pretty good so far, too. Ocellus was right there with Smolder, just on the other side of Thunderhead, and she was using every last bit of her shy, adorable charm on him. And ... was it just Smolder’s imagination had Ocellus used her transformation magic to make her boobs bigger? That cheerleader outfit didn’t used to be quite so tight on her... Lighthoof and Shimmy Shake were cooperating to give Rough Edges a ‘well deserved’ shoulder massage, though their hands were actually straying pretty far beyond just his shoulders. And Yona... Well, Frazzle Dazzle’s back was turned to Smolder, so she couldn’t see what Yona was doing with him over there. But from the way she was kind of hunched over him and the way her shoulder was moving ... it sure looked like Yona was already giving that dude a handjob. AH, classic Yona!
Thunderhead, though, was starting to get antsy. She could feel his leg twitching a little under her hand. He looked toward the locker room door. “Okay, so, yeah... You girls are great and all, but we should probably be getting back to—”
She suddenly leapt up and straddled his lap, directly facing him, with her snout almost touching his muzzle. “Aww... But we were just getting started...”
The blush on his big, beefy face was freaking adorable. Almost made her want to take things further...
“Yeah, but halftime is only fifteen minutes, and...”
Smolder lifted her shirt. He probably couldn’t even get a good look from that angle so close to her, but the effect still worked. Dragons don’t exactly have tits like ponies do, just kind of a big, soft, scaly bulge with no nipples. But, in her experience, pony stallions liked those just as much, maybe even more, for being so exotic to them.
It sure seemed to have the desired effect. All Smolder had on underneath her cheerleader skirt were those tight little shorts that might as well be panties for all they covered. And through them, she could clearly feel Thunderhead’s warm cock surging harder right down between her legs where it belonged.
Thunderhead, though, despite his flushed appearance, was still glancing between her and the door.
Time to bring out the big guns. She leaned a little closer, pressing her cheek against his as she whispered in his ear, “Hey big guy, who’s your favorite princess?”
That took his full attention right back to her. “Huh?”
“Come on, you can tell me. I promise I won’t get jealous.”
“Well, um...” His cock was still throbbing against the gusset of her tiny shorts. “Princess ... Luna, I guess?”
“Ooh, nice choice!” Smolder would have said that no matter what his pick had been. She leaned back a little and looked over at Ocellus. “Okay, Luna, show him what you’ve got.”
Ocellus glanced away. “Um... Are you sure it’s okay? It sounds awfully close to what the bad changelings used to do...”
“Come on!” Smolder shoved Ocellus’s shoulder a little. “It’s okay as long as you’re just doing it for fun!” Never mind that they totally had ulterior motives here and absolutely weren’t just doing it for fun...
“Well, okay.” Ocellus shrugged, briefly engulfing herself in green flames. And a moment later, Ocellus was no longer there – it was Princess Luna there in a S of F cheerleader outfit. Absolutely perfect in every way, except that Luna was quite a bit bigger than Ocellus, which meant that the cheerleading uniform was now very tight against her, and it didn’t cover up nearly as much.
Thunderhead’s jaw dropped. “You’re ... you’re a changeling?”
Smolder had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Not the shiniest gem in the hoard, was he? She wondered if he’d even figured out yet that she was a dragon...
Whatever. Helpfully, she reached over and pulled the top of OcelLuna’s cheerleader uniform up, revealing Luna’s Dark blue – and very generously sized – titties. Huh ... with pierced nipples... That raised some questions. Had Ocellus given this transformation pierced nips because she somehow knew that the real Luna had them? Or was it something she’d just made up on a guess or a hunch? Or was it like the uniform, and not a part of the transformation at all, which would mean Ocellus always had pierced nips, and Smolder had never known it?
Well, those questions could wait for a better time. For now, while Thunderhead drooled over OcelLuna’s big blueberry melons, Smolder glanced over to see how the others were getting along.
Shimmy Shake and Lighthoof were doing pretty good with Rough Edges. Both of them were bent over in front of him, letting him look – and touch! – under their short skirts ... and their panties-like undershorts were down around their ankles. Meanwhile, Yona would have been completely hidden behind Frazzle Dazzle ... if she wasn’t twice his size. Judging by the way her shoulders were moving and how her head was nowhere to be seen, she’d already gone quite a bit beyond just handjobs. Just as Smolder realized that, Frazzle Dazzle moaned loudly. Wow ... was Yona that good at it? Sandbar was a lucky stallion...
All of that only took her a moment. After all, she had her own task in front of her ... or, rather, down between her thighs. Thunderhead reached up to grab OcelLuna’s tits, and the moment he touched them, his cock throbbed noticeably harder against Smolder’s crotch.
It was time to get that bad boy out!
Licking her lips a little as she did so, Smolder reached down under her skirt and pulled the top of Thunderhead’s shorts back. His cock sprang out to meet her, pitching a tent in the front of her skirt. Now that was just about making all of this worth it! Yeah, okay, so she had to admit it: after coming to live among the ponies for a while, she’d developed a bit of a taste for pony cock. They were just so big and juicy and so much smoother and softer than dragon cocks! They only had one each, of course, but it was a good one.
She went straight to stroking this one. And thanks to its size – big even for a pony – she was able to both stroke it and rub her needy dragon pussy on it at the same time, with plenty of room for both.
Thunderhead still seemed completely enamored with those fake Luna tits, but Smolder didn’t mind. She had everything she needed right here! Now if only she could get it inside her...
Rough Edges was already way ahead of his teammate. He was already standing behind Shimmy Shake, his glistening-wet cock slipping in and out of her pussy, and he had one hand under Lighthoof’s skirt, probably rubbing her pussy and getting ready for the same. Lighthoof sure seemed to be enjoying it, anyway. And Shimmy Shake was making some pretty appreciative-sounding moans as the opposing team’s bucker bucked her.
Smolder could have stood up to pull her undershorts off, but she kind of suspected the moment she got off of Thunderhead, he’d bend OcelLuna over and start fucking her instead. Sheesh, he sure liked Luna a lot, didn’t he? And at this point, Smolder really needed that pony cock for herself, so Ocellus – and her own undershorts – were going to have to take one for the team ... so that Smolder could literally take one for the team.
All Smolder had to do was reach down with her sharp, claw-like nails, and rip a hole down the middle seam of her undershorts. The tiny, stretchy things instantly split apart, finally freeing her dripping pussy lips. She’d ... just have to be careful not to let her skirt flip upward later on her way home...
For now, though, she could finally lift herself up, smearing her pussy juices up the length of Thunderhead’s cock, until she finally reached his tip ... and let it slip inside her a little.
That finally drew his attention back to her. “S-Smolder!” he said, his eyes wide and staring down toward her skirt. “Are you...?”
“Uh-huh.” She pushed, and she slid halfway down his cock. “How do you like dragon pussy, hm? Better than pony pussy?”
“I, uh...” He blushed. “I don’t know. I’m ... I mean – I, um – I used to be a ... a virgin.”
“Aw, that’s cute.” Smolder slid the rest of the way down his cock, until it completely bottomed out inside her. She wiggled her hips a little against his lap, moving his massive cock around and stirring up her insides so wonderfully with it. “Have you ever kissed a mare?”
He still hadn’t moved, and his eyes still hadn’t strayed from her body in the slightest. “But you’re ... you’re a dragon, not a mare.”
“She’s a mare.” Smolder pointed over at Ocellus. Okay, strictly speaking, Ocellus was a changeling, so not really a pony mare either. But she was a mare right now, at least. And that counted. Probably.
At any rate, it seemed good enough for Thunderhead. He quickly turned his attention back to ‘Luna’ and kissed her greedily, once again groping her big, magnificent tits, even as Smolder still ground herself against his lap.
Rough Edges had switched cheerleaders now, fucking Lighthoof while fingering Shimmy Shake now. Good to see he was taking full advantage of having both of those two eager to please. Better to see that it was keeping him totally focused on them ... and not focused on what might be happening out there on the field, since halftime had to be over by now.
Just as Smolder was about to turn her attention back to Thunderhead, Yona grabbed it back. She suddenly stood up, a big smile spreading from ear to ear ... and copiously dripping white. “Yona best at sucking pony cock! Sandbar say so every day!”
Uh-oh... She’d finished Frazzle Dazzle off already? That might be a problem. If any of these three stallions finished early and got enough post-nut clarity to think about returning to the field...
But no. Phew. His legs trembling and his flared limp cock dripping, Razzle Dazzle did stand up ... but only to move over in front of Lighthoof and Shimmy Shake, presenting what little was left of his boner for them. The two mares glanced between each other for a moment, but that was the only hesitation they showed before both of them dove in together to sample Yona’s sloppy seconds and work toward getting the unicorn hard again.
Nice. Smolder couldn’t have asked for better! No way he’d think about going back to the field now!
Unfortunately for her, though, Thunderhead was getting more and more into making out with ‘Luna’ ... to the point where he finally broke apart from her for just a moment, to look over at Smolder and ask, “Um... can she have a turn?”
Really? Smolder wasn’t even close to getting off yet! And now he wanted her to get off ... of him? So bogus!
Under normal circumstances, Smolder wouldn’t have put up with this crap. She had standards, she had her dragon pride, and she needed to squirt dragoness cum all over a big pony cock! But she had to remind herself that this wasn’t just about what she wanted. They were on a mission here, and she couldn’t afford to forget that. So, against every instinct in her dragon body, she lifted herself up and let his long, beefy cock slowly slip out of her. Dang – why did it have to leave her feeling so empty inside?
OcelLuna was quick to pull her undershorts down and kick them off. Before she could even swing a leg over to straddle Thunderhead like Smolder had been doing, he already had her turned around and was fucking her standing from behind. In Luna form, she was actually a little taller than him, which seemed to make that position work perfectly. His hands were all over her blue body, hungrily exploring every inch of her while he gave her every inch of his cock.
Which left Smolder with ... what, exactly? She hadn’t expected to end up feeling so useless in here!
Yona’s heavy hand came down on her shoulder. “You want sit on Yona’s face?”
Smolder turned to look behind her. Ah, that big, messy, goofy – but very knowing – grin... She hadn’t been able to fool around with Yona at all since Sandbar and her got together officially. This ... might be fun.
“Sure,” Smolder said, “but, um, wipe your mouth off first, okay?”
“Why Smolder worry? Pony cum no make dragons pregnant.”
She shrugged. “Still...”
Well, Yona was happy enough to oblige, wiping the gooey white off of her grin with a flick of her hand. And only a moment later – it always surprised Smolder how fast that big girl could move! – Yona was on the locker room floor, lying on her back right in front of where Thunderhead was fucking the heck out of OcelLuna.
And Smolder wasn’t about to turn down an invitation like that! She happily leapt over and planted herself right down on top of Yona’s head, facing Ocellus. Yona’s horns made perfect handholds for riding her face, which Smolder used to full effect ... even though she couldn’t see much else of Yona beneath her skirt.
As Yona got to work down there, Smolder paid it forward, using her long, draconic tongue to lick both Ocellus and Thunderhead at the same time, playing with Ocellus’s cutely pulsing clit, Thunderhead’s fat balls, and even wrapping her tongue around the base of Thunderhead’s cock and letting him shove it up inside Ocellus’s pussy.
Wow ... it had been a long time since Smolder had tasted bug pussy... Why hadn’t they been doing this kind of thing more often? It was so much fun!
Unfortunately, Thunderhead didn’t last much longer with that kind of treatment. “L-Luna!” he cried out, pushing himself as far up inside Ocellus as he could possibly go. Smolder hoped Ocellus had given herself a little extra room inside as part of the transformation, because if she hadn’t, she was definitely going to end up being sore after that big flared cock being shoved so deep.
Smolder didn’t let up on her tongue work in the meantime, giving herself the treat of feeling every pulse and throb of Thunderhead’s balls and sheath as he pumped what must have been a prodigious load into that lucky changeling.
And to Smolder’s delight, Yona didn’t let up, either. After being so worked up – and so turned on by the up-close view of her friend getting filled with cum – Smolder was absolutely ready to pop! Thankfully, Yona seemed just as talented at eating pussy as sucking cock, and she knew just what to do, suckling Smolder’s clit while plunging her broad tongue inside and lapping insistently right against the most sensitive upper part of Smolder’s inner walls.
Smolder squealed as she came. It definitely wouldn’t do her tough dragon image any favors, but she just couldn’t help it. It was so good! Poor Yona down there must have been getting nearly drowned!
While Smolder was still in the midst of her own orgasm, Thunderhead finished his, pulling out and letting his cock swing free from Ocellus’s well-used pussy. Which meant it went right into Smolder’s still-gaping mouth. Before she even realized it, Smolder was sucking his still-dripping cock. Some base instinct told her to swallow it ... and swallow the last dregs of his load along with it.
He was only able to keep standing for a few moments, though, before collapsing down onto the nearby wooden bench, leaving Smolder with only the taste left – the taste of Ocellus’s pussy, mixed with a generous dollop of pony cum.
Ocellus, too, seemed pretty wiped out. She dropped down to her knees on the floor, and then just kind of crumpled down right there, suddenly reverting to her true changeling form ... and still leaking cum. That was kind of to be expected from her. Smolder knew her changeling friend was rather ... delicate. And that was an awfully big and thick cock for her to try and handle.
Which left ... what? Smolder scooched back until she was sitting on Yona’s cushy tits instead of her face. When she looked down, she found that her friend’s face was entirely coated in gooey dragon squirt, but Yona was grinning wider than ever. Smolder smiled back. “Uh... Thanks. I guess I kind of needed that.”
“Yona best at munching dragon pussy!”
Smolder wasn’t sure about best, since she’d had some other really good ones, too. But definitely top ten – no question there.
And Thunderhead was definitely taken care of by this point. Even if he got over his distraction long enough to realize he should be on the field instead right now, his legs would be too shaky for him to actually do anything out there. She glanced behind herself. What about the other two stallions?
Frazzle Dazzle seemed to have fully recovered, his cock fully hard again as he plunged it alternately into Shimmy Shake and Lighthoof’s throats – he just kept switching to the other one as soon as one began to gag or gasp for air. And from behind the two of them, Rough Edges was still going at it, pounding harder than ever into the two mares, seemingly switching whenever he took the fancy to do so.
The two mares were moaning, at least when their mouths weren’t totally stuffed, but they were also getting pretty sweaty, and their eyes looked a little bit desperate.
“Hm...” Smolder said to nobody in particular. “Looks like those two could use some reinforcements...”
“Smolder go. Yona stay here on floor.”
Smolder looked back down at her. Yona usually wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. “You okay?”
“Yona maybe breath too much dragon cum. Take break now.”
Smolder patted her head “Heh... Sorry. Yeah, you take a break. I can handle those two!”
With that, Smolder got up, shook herself off a little, and committed to going right back into the fray. Not only did those mares need a break, but it would probably be best if she could stop that stallion from cumming inside them. They were probably smart enough to take their potions before starting on a plan like this, but Smolder knew those two could be a little ditsy at times, so it would be best to play it safe.
Squeezing in wasn’t easy, but she managed it. She just had to wait until Frazzle Dazzle switched to Lighthoof’s throat, and then she had an opportunity to worm her way in between the two mares. She faced away from the unicorn, toward Rough Edges. If she’d given Rough Edges her pussy, it would only be one of three pussies he could choose to bust a nut inside. But offering him her face to fuck – when he hadn’t gotten any head at all yet – would surely be an exciting change of pace and make him want to finish in her mouth.
Meanwhile, Frazzle Dazzle sure didn’t need much encouragement from behind her. The moment she lifted her tail – which pulled her skirt up and revealed the torn undershorts below – he pulled right out of Lighthoof’s throat and shoved his cock inside Smolder instead.
He was definitely smaller than Thunderhead, but still much larger than most dragons her size, so she wasn’t complaining. Getting suddenly stuffed full of horsecock was just as overwhelming as ever, and it made her moan like a little dragon whore.
The moan didn’t last long, though. Because soon her mouth was full of another horsecock: Rough Edges had taken the bait.
At least Shimmy Shake and Lighthoof would be getting a well-deserved break now. And Smolder could focus on trying to finish these two pony studs off before they got bored of her and went back to the mares.
She wasn’t quite as successful at that as she’d planned to be. These pony stallions must have had just as much stamina off the field as they had on the field, because they weren’t showing any signs of slowing down. And what was worse, getting constantly pounded from behind was breaking her concentration too much, and she couldn’t focus on good blowjob technique. She was pretty sure she was able to give a really good blowjob usually – she never heard any complaints! – but doing a good job of it wasn’t so easy while also getting her pussy pounded by a stallion with a death grip on her tail.
So, before long, Rough Edges pulled out of her mouth and went back to one of the mares – Lighthoof this time. At least the break had been worth it, though, because Lighthoof’s moans were much clearer and more enthusiastic-sounding this time. A little breather now and then will do wonders like that!
Smolder herself could maybe use a little breather from Frazzle Dazzle’s constant thrusting ... but no such luck. He seemed totally enamored with her, completely ignoring the two mares in favor of the dragon between them. Should she take that as a compliment? Or maybe it was just that after blowing his first load in Yona’s mouth, he really wanted to finish the second inside a welcoming dragon pussy?
Before Smolder could spare much more time for that thought, though, Rough Edges was prodding his dripping tip against Smolder’s lips again.
Well, alright. Once again, Smolder took his cock in her mouth. Last time, she’d been stuffed full of the taste of Shimmy Shake’s juices. Lighthoof’s were more bitter, which made Smolder’s nose wrinkle a little, but Rough Edges pushed his sloppy cock into her throat all the same. Smolder had never tasted either of the two pony cheerleaders before ... and her only real regret now was that she could only taste them second-hand, instead of directly from the source.
Not long after Rough Edges switched back to Shimmy Shake again, Smolder felt the tip of Frazzle Dazzle’s cock swelling wide inside of her. Alright, here it comes... She readied herself for the intense feeling of those big stallion nuts emptying inside her. It was never the scorching-hot jets of magma-like dragon cum that she’d initially grown to love, but she knew from experience that pony stallions tended to make up for the lack of quality with quantity. There was always just so much of it...
Only ... the huge flood she was expecting never came. Instead, Frazzle Dazzle pulled out. Did he think there was a risk of getting her pregnant, or did he just want to see it?
Either way, he ended up lodging the base of his cock between Smolder’s ass and her tail, while pulling Shimmy Shake and Lighthoof’s heads in close just above.
Obviously, Smolder couldn’t see what was going on back there. But she could feel Frazzle Dazzle’s cock throbbing against her tail, warm splashes of cum were dribbling down onto her back and soaking through her cheerleader uniform, and she could hear the two pony mares desperately swallowing as much as they could.
Apparently, that display had quite an effect on Rough Edges, because when he brought his cock back to Smolder’s mouth again, it was flared so wide that she was barely able to get the head of it past her lips!
She doggedly did her best to swallow it all the way down her throat, though, because a pony flaring could only mean one thing: he was about to blow! And this was her one chance to save her fellow cheerleaders from the ignominious fate of getting knocked up by the other team.
As expected, Rough Edges came only a moment later. With his teammate’s cum still dripping onto Smolder’s back, he absolutely blasted her throat with cum. It always felt like a lot when it was going straight down her throat, but even so, this one felt huge, even by pony standards! Smolder could barely keep up with it, swallowing as fast as she could, but there was always more thick gobs of it to pull down her throat. By the time Rough Edges was finally beginning to slow down, Smolder’s stomach hurt, aching as if she’d just finished a holiday feast.
When Rough Edges pulled out, she was finally able to breathe. A little, at least. Somehow, her nose had gotten clogged with cum, but she could still breathe through her mouth. Thank goodness! That was no fate for any self-respecting dragon, choking to death on pony cum!
The ordeal had finally wiped Smolder out, though. She slumped down over the bench, still more or less in the position she’d been in before, but now just letting the bench take her weight.
Thankfully, the stallions were just as wiped out. They seemed very content to take seats on either side of her. Meanwhile, Shimmy Shake and Lighthoof still seemed completely committed to the plan – they were on the stallions in an instant, already sucking both stallions’ cocks clean, one cock for each mare. Now that was dedication! Smolder was glad to have mares like that on her cheerleading squad!
They didn’t get to keep doing it for long, though, because after just a few moments of that, the head mare of Hoofington’s own cheer squad burst in through the locker room door. A tall and attractive blue mare, with a scary fire in her eyes.
“What the heck you guys!” She gestured at the mess of wrecked ponies on display in front of her. “I finally convince them to let a mare in the stallion’s locker room, and this is what I find?”
“Chill, Nightingale,” Rough Edges said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Doesn’t mean anything ... just a bit of fun.”
“Just a bit of fun? Just a bit of fun?” The mare’s voice rose to a fever pitch. “You idiots just lost us the game! The judges just called it – since you didn’t show up after halftime, Hoofington Tech forfeits!”
A stunned moment of silence washed over the three stallions. They must have just finally been realize that they’d been played for horny fools.
Smolder, though, lifted her head and chuckled. “Nailed it!” She burped up a bit of cum, then spat it out on the floor. She had sure as heck better get named as the MVP of this game, after everything she’d done for the team today...