Human Equestria.
>You did it.
>Made it all the way through November without ejaculating once.
>But there was something you discovered during the stupid rebbit challenge: there’s so much pent up energy and stamina within you.
>You’re a borderline superhuman.
>This comes in handy in the upcoming school district competition.
>That one school you hate that keeps winning will finally be forced to break their traditional winning streak because you can out perform all of their athletes by a mile.
>So you entered the contest and rocked the competition at the beginning of December like no one has seen before.
>You bested Crystal Prep within the week before December 10th, surprising absolutely everyone.
>All of their trophies sadly gleamed on their shelves in shame after having zero companions joining them there this time, for the first time in history.
>It was groundbreaking, you run faster, jump higher, shoot nothing but bullseyes in archery, even figured out equations on chalkboards due to your heightened thought processes.
>Might as well attribute this shit to magic, which Cadance would have done had she not figured out why you’re like this.
>Something must have told her that you’ve retained your abilities for a month and a half now, bringing Canterlot High into the finals with flying colors.
>She also must know the two principals of CHS, because you see them talking to eachother all the time.
>You had zero suspicion that Celestia, Luna and Cadance were conspiring against you until around the time it was too late.
>…
>CHS is most likely going to win overall no matter what the final few contests look like for you.
>But you stopped caring about the school, you only care about showing off, and you’re going to keep these abilities for the rest of your life if you can.
>Through your intense greed and pride, you’ve already forgotten what it’s like to jack off.
>Fuck it, you’d rather not remember. You’re too great for that dumb shit anyway; why sap yourself of energy when you could potentially bring the world to its knees?
>This raw ability must not be wasted.
>Once you’re done with this pathetic school, you’ll become the ultimate contender. The only man to be both a virgin and omnipotent simultaneously.
>There will be NOTHING you can’t do; you’ll have the world by the balls.
~
>During one of the swimming competitions, Principal Celestia seems to be eyeing you strangely during one of the races everyone knows you’re going to absolutely dominate.
>Looking at you in your speedo, but with just as much of a “you’re fucking doomed” look as a “I’m seeing something I like” look.
>It’s almost intimidating for you, but you know she must be happy about you winning so much for HER school. Maybe you’re just reading her expression wrong.
>If you weren’t so blinded by your arrogance, you’d imagine what she’s look like swimming with you in a bikini.
>She’s fully dressed in her usual attire, but you can see her curves and stuff making themselves apparent anyway no matter how much she has on.
>You’re glad you don’t care about that bust she’s got going on under there, with those hips straining her pants and belt.
>This woman’s actually very well built, not to mention how remarkably tall she is.
>She still couldn’t overpower you in a wrestling match, because the size of the fight in the dog for you is greater than the size of the dog in the fight for her.
>You could take down a 10 foot tall giant if you wanted to, let alone a curvy 6 foot tall one like Principal Celestia.
>Vice Principal Luna must be so jealous of her.
>But everyone’s jealous of you totally owning that swimming race, finishing before whatever irrelevant contestant who came in at second place.
>You’d have gotten tired of winning by now if you had the ability to get tired; but your stamina supercharges you.
>Supercharges you all the way into spring, when the last of the games happen.
~
>The games aren’t even entertaining anymore, to anyone except you.
>You already know you’re going to win, and everyone else knows it too.
>Remember how powerful you were when you had one month of pent up energy to work with?
>Try five and a half.
>Masturbation isn’t something you remember even happening in your life anymore.
>Sexual arousal is for peasants.
>You finish the swimming races in half the time of whoever came in second place, and everyone gives you a light, unsurprised golf clap.
>The leaderboard has the first place spot covered in dust, with your number resting beneath the particles and strands of cobwebs.
>At this point, you are by far the most powerful virgin in the world; not even the pope can compete because you’re basically God.
>There were several instances of people trying to get you disqualified.
>But all the drug tests came up negative.
>And there’s very conveniently no rules against being overqualified; it’ll take at least several more months to get the legal paperwork pushed through in order to get you on that front.
>And you’re about to graduate anyway (at 19 because you were held back once), so this “danger” doesn’t mean jack shit to you and you flaunt this.
>Competitively, no one can even touch you, and you’d rather they don’t in a literal sense.
>Suspicious that it might give you a wet dream and force you to relinquish all of your epic powers, but you’ve assumed direct control over your dreams as well.
>Because you fucking can.
>The lack of touch also magnifies your drive, makes you put Superman to shame.
>Trying to top you in these competitions is like throwing a plastic spoon at The Terminator. It’s not gonna fuckin’ work.
>Finish a mile run in just under 4 minutes, by like three seconds.
>Be able to bench 270 pounds in the weight room.
>Win every basketball game by scoring a net-only shot from the first point in the game when the ball is tossed in the air and someone grabs it.
>You just grab the ball and toss it right into the basket, then score like twenty more times in the next half an hour or so.
>Do 100 pushups as a warm-up exercise, then 200 sit-ups just for fun.
>What a fucking force of nature you are.
>But no one cares anymore, everyone’s bored of watching you win for the billionth time.
>In fact, no one even likes you anymore because of how narcissistic you’ve become, and you can’t go five minutes without acting like you’re better than everyone else.
>Well, less acting like and more reminding everyone else, as your point of view puts it.
>Everyone just hates you now, and they can’t wait until your braggadocios ass leaves for good.
>They’re only going to have to put up with you for a little bit longer, and then the competitions can become fun again because there will actually be two-sided battles with good sportsmanship again.
>Still kind of sucks that you have already been admitted into the olympics.
>You can sense the spite that’s thick in the air.
>They don’t want you to have nice things anymore because you’ve made it so far without showing a smidgen of respect for this school, its values, or its people.
>But you don’t care; you can afford to have everyone hate you on account of how terrifyingly powerful you are.
>Amazing how the worst of people can be brought out by something so positive: massive success through unthinkable ability.
>And it’s just as amazing how the worst in people is worse than what they thought it would be because they never thought their character could sink that low.
>But human nature is human nature.
>And you’re on top of the whole fucking world, so why should you care what anyone thinks of you?
>How others perceive you would only affect you if they were above you or level to you. This is not the case, and they’re obviously after your prestige here.
>But you’ll never let them take it from you.
~
>There you go, winning 5 more of the final tournaments in the same day; first place by far.
>No one even claps for you anymore, but that’s fine.
>They won’t clap on your behalf; you won’t give a fuck on their behalf.
>Even if you placed last in the final games tomorrow, CHS would be hardly effected in their placement on the overall board.
>They just don’t want to be hated by all the other schools anymore, looking like Crystal Prep on meth.
>Their values shouldn’t be about winning everything, they just want to be about having fun and making friends.
>Suck how they have to have you representing them and hogging all the media attention with your medals and abilities and whatnot.
>Principal Celestia herself was caught saying once that she doesn’t want you to represent what Canterlot High stands for, no matter how much you win.
>She and Vice Principal Luna went to meet with Cadance one day, they closed the door and locked it.
>Came out with messy clothes and hair, with Cadance telling the other two to rest for a couple of hours to build their energy back up.
~
>You’re throwing a victory party for yourself the night before the games even begin.
>Might as well say anyone can come, since you have a feeling no one’s going to show up anyway, for obvious reasons.
>But fuck it, that’s not going to stop you from throwing the party for yourself.
>But to your surprise, someone actually shows up: Principal Celestia.
>She greets you in a surprisingly friendly tone and reveals that she wanted to apologize for saying what she said.
>It takes a couple of minutes for you to realize she’s a little drunk.
>Didn’t really pick up on that at first since it’s not something immediately about you.
>Oh wait, she’s really drunk.
>You sit with her on your living room couch and listen to her talk about something about CHS’s reputation or whatever, and something about how they treat their reputation differently than that of that other school you forgot the name of.
>Celestia scoots closer to you until she can’t anymore because she’s leaning against you.
>Even when she’s drunk, this woman is really strong.
>She puts an arm around you like it’s a movie theater, and you politely accept because holy shit someone actually came to your party about yourself.
>Her questions about you get a little more personal.
>You never thought you’d feel her body’s curves and stuff up close, and it’s exactly the way it is you forgot that you imagined until you.
>She’s somehow firm and soft at the same time, but in all the right places.
>It actually feels really nice to feel her give you a hug, as she presses her chest into the side of your body before you put your own arm behind her.
>That feeling of her body in your embrace sparks something you stopped guarding ages ago, and you have to let go of her now.
>Somewhere in the process of you pulling away from her, the top button of her jacket came undone.
>What scares you is that you don’t know for sure if this happened on its own, or if she did it, or if you did it without realizing.
>The top of the jacket parts and gives way to Celestia’s cleavage that almost pushes the jacket open even more from her bust’s sheer volume.
>”Oh, I’m sorry.” Celestia apologizes without even trying to button her top all the way back up.
>Fantasies flood into your head as the way the second button struggles to stay together makes you want to hug Celestia’s amazing body again.
>But you restrain yourself, having strength over your mind and body, knowing that this is the kind of stuff that would lead to you spilling all of your powers away should you take this too far.
>But you manage to make amends with Celestia, who keeps apologizing for what she said before.
>It’s surprising, but you manage to start feeling bad about the way you’ve been acting in the competitions and tournaments, if those two things are even any different.
>You’re getting vibes that Celestia is about to try to kiss you, but she doesn’t go through with it at first.
>It’s not until you convince her that you’re not going to make something else out of this do you give her the okay to kiss you… by kissing her first.
>You wonder why the shirt Celestia has on underneath is so low-cut at the collar, a little inappropriate for a principal to be wearing, especially a principal with a body like Celestia’s.
>Somehow, things led to Celestia’s other jacket buttons being undone.
>The top she’s wearing underneath doesn’t even go to her belt-line all the way, and you can see a thin sliver of her pink skin giving a hint of her hips and abdomen.
>You’ve kept these kinds of thoughts out of your mind for so long and now the simplest, most insignificant things are making you breathe a little more heavily with sweat on your brow.
>You make her shirt ride up her body a little bit and touch around her smooth abdomen for a while, feeling her gently breathing while running your fingers around her soft bellybutton.
>This isn’t something you should do with your principal, but you’re doing it, and she’s okay with it.
>It’s like you’re making some lewd alliance with her before leaving the school, but she leaves your place before things get taken too far, because she probably knows you would have stopped her which you were about to do anyway.
>…
>Now you’ve gone to sleep.
>As you’re sleeping, you notice something strange happening in your dreams.
>You’re on a black couch in front of an office window that has the blinds closed behind it.
>Lie down on your back, figuring you’d rather sleep because this setting is so boring looking.
>”Enjoying yourself?” Luna’s voice startles you a little.
>She walks in in her usual attire, sitting next to you on the couch with a clip board.
>You answer yes but she doesn’t seem to hear you, only writes something down on her clipboard.
>What did she write down?
>Something your feeling inside distracts you from figuring out the answer to that question yourself, something about Vice Principal Luna’s presence.
>She’s doing /something/ on purpose, you know it.
>You know you have to defend yourself somehow but don’t know what level it needs to be done on.
>But your amazing senses are picking up something sinister within Luna, but maybe it’s paranoia.
>At least that’s what she tells you, but it’s not what you believe. She’s doing something.
>Your eyes aren’t wandering down to her chest for no reason, because you know how to not do that anymore.
>It’s like she turned off all of the training you put yourself through and… wait maybe it was that one party with Celestia that happened.
>You didn’t even remember that until you, you’re just figuring out what’s going on with you, it’s getting past your defenses you’ve set up and now you’re at Luna’s mercy somehow.
>Not an ounce of you considers that this may be a dream, but you feel helpless.
>Something silent tells you that Luna’s clothes are going to start shrinking, and that fear that it will happen causes it to start happening.
>And now you try to sit up but your whole core has become weak, your abdomen isn’t curling to do even one sit-up.
>Luna stops jotting down whatever she was jotting down for a short moment, smirking at you with only one side of her mouth.
>Like weakness is pinning you down and making you appear cute to her.
>You don’t want to be cute, you are a force to be reckoned with.
>She’s not even as big or strong as her older sister, she couldn’t truly see you as cute if she tied, what’s wrong with her?
>This lady can’t afford to be as arrogant as you are.
>Well if that’s true, then why can’t you sit up even after all that display of strength that you showed that made her, Celestia and damn near the whole fucking world angry at you for existing.
>That thought alone plants the possibility of revenge into your suspicion. Did Luna drug you just now?
>You don’t remember eating or drinking anything before sitting down at this place. What were you even doing before this?
>Luna goes back to writing things down on her paper atop the clip board.
>Her dark pink top gets much tighter on her body, showing that she picked up a little bit of the form her sister has.
>Guess it runs in their family; Luna’s pretty well endowed herself.
>Her shirt was tucked in when this began, but it can’t stretch enough to stay that way.
>The more the bottom rim of her shirt slips away from the rim of her jeans, the more it feels like a trap closing in on you.
>Because your thirsty, depraved self cannot look away, trying to find a hint of Luna’s panties under it. She fucking knows this too, you can see it in her eyes.
>This is on purpose, she’s trying to get under your skin and cause you to get an erection.
>Whatever Luna’s writing down must be getting less and less legible, because she’s writing and holding the pen or pencil more frantically with less controlled movements.
>Like she’s starting to scribble everything down like she’s being possessed by a demon or something.
>The clipboard is almost tipping over from this, and Luna’s starting to make these excited breathing noises.
>Her clothes aren’t going to hold for long.
>The rest of her top snaps out from the grip of her pants when the button and fly come open and apart, releasing all grip and letting the shirt get lifted up along her skin it tightens around.
>You can’t even scramble yourself away from her.
>She’s got a hold on you and she hasn’t even really touched you yet.
>”Is something distracting you?” She asks.
>You can’t even answer, only watching her clothes become more and more shrunken on her body.
>The bottom rides up further to expose her bellybutton, her pants start folding down and reveal her black panties.
>She starts trying to grab you by the arms and trying to lean you back.
>Before you know it, she’s reaching into your pants with her eyes glowing.
>Some form of lucidity starts to kick in for you and you suddenly realize this is a dream.
>Your mental strength returns to you, and it dawns on you that Luna has invaded your dreams somehow.
>Some uncanny ability to try and cause you to have a wet dream and waste away all of the powers you’ve gained over all this time.
~
>Your sleep paralysis wakes you up, everything seems to happen in an instant now.
>Just made it out unscathed.
>…
>There was some unrelated reason why the next events were cancelled.
>You want to suspect that everyone was just scared of you being overqualified, but from what you can tell, it seems like there was a cross between a scheduling conflict and sudden bad weather keeping the outdoor games from taking place.
>Either way, there’s no way to prove that Celestia’s episode last night happened beyond your own word that no one would care about anyway since everyone hates you.
>And the dream thing that Luna apparently did is even less provable, and you’re not even completely sure that was anywhere outside of your own imagination because it was a dream anyway.
>Whatever, you came out on top like always, the final games are being moved into the summer, you’re perfectly aware of Celestia and Luna’s plan against you now, and you get to go on early summer vacation in the meantime while waiting since you’re the top athlete and all that.
>The system is so kind to have a way for you to finish your final exams early, which was a breeze due to your unfairly high level of focus on basically anything you choose.
>Now you get to pack your shit and skedaddle on out of here until you have to come back to win the last games and take your trophy home.
>Just drive to the shore or something, somewhere where Celestia can’t get to where you are anywhere near as easily.
>The fact that she is the principal of the school you’re representing didn’t help you try to avoid her advances, since she’s always right there in the place you are required to be at.
>She lets her cleavage show from the tops she chose on purpose, now knowing that the beast within you she’s trying to tame then kill can bleed.
>Luna probably told her, just in case she doesn’t remember what happened when she came over to your selfish little party.
>This is why you take all the necessary steps to cover your tracks and keep Celestia from following you, and it works… and for a good reason too.
>…
>The day you left, Celestia wanted to have a word with you.
>It wasn’t for very long, but the way it went raised some red flags within you:
>”You’ve done a great job” or something along those lines she said to you.
>The way she was sitting just slightly prompted your eyes to drift down.
>She wasn’t wearing anything too revealing this time since she was at her desk, but nothing can stop the unmistakably lewd shape of her body from making itself apparent from under her clothing.
>Even in an every day setting, Principal Celestia is at least PG-13 level in her appearance no matter what she wears.
>No one’s going to look at her and not notice her jacket, undershirt and pants conforming to everything in ways that can’t avoid a slightly lewd rating. It’s just the way she’s shaped.
>The feat of the articles of clothing you can’t see are left to colorful imagination.
>It’s difficult not to wonder how far across the cheeks in the back Celestia’s panties are allowed to go.
>You’re sure Celestia has a bra that fits her well, and that bra better be designed to deal with more delicious proportions, with hand puns trying not to feel intentional.
>Celestia’s no stranger to being completely developed, probably giving even most porn stars reasons to be jealous.
>It took her until her 30’s to get /this/ way, something college girls in their 20’s still need more time to achieve.
>Celestia being a little over six feet tall does nothing but magnify this terrifying but arousing affect she has.
>All of this is what your mind kept bouncing back to as she was talking about things you couldn’t recall.
>Yes, it was a lengthy conversation as it turns out, but Celestia put your mind in the gutter on purpose, you know it was intentional.
>She’s probably trying to weaken you up for Luna, but your willpower is too much for that attempt to handle.
>You politely leave after the conversation ends and soon drive away to get your things and then drive away again but further.
>Nope, she wasn’t able to follow you.
~
>You step out of the car and pick a hotel room.
>Immediately take your mind off of anything Luna could be trying in terms of making it into your dreams again if that thing that happened was even real.
>Like, you definitely dreamt it but maybe it was on your own and not influenced by anything.
>Go ahead and chill a bit until you inevitably crush the next competition.
>All you really do is random things around the place, hang out at the breakfast bar, maybe play tennis by yourself, expect to run into someone who recognizes you as the borderline superhuman you are.
>It’s not long before you get bored.
>So bored that you decide to just sit inside and watch TV for the rest of the day in your bed.
>Start to get tired, which is something that would be a rare occurrence if it were late at night.
>You’re always completely awake and alert during the day, and let your sleep cycle turn everything off and knock you out when it’s supposed to happen.
>Maybe it’s late already and you just weren’t paying attention. Or maybe the drive just tuckered you out a little and then the boredom did the rest.
>As you’re watching movies and other random things on random channels, you try not to think about Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna again.
>Surely they’re nice gals, but you’re not about to let them jeopardize your perfect winning streak just because you acted like a dick towards everybody.
>This perpetual cold-turkey nofap you’ve been embarking on has only heightened you to new amounts never before conceived by man.
>You start to wonder if they would have just tried to help you more had you only not let your untamable emotions get the best of you and explode out of control.
>That was pretty much what planted arrogance into your heart.
>And now it grew too much to just go away, and you couldn’t care less of you further ruin your relationships with these people who are trying to stop you from being everything all the other athletes wish they were naturally.
>Perhaps it was a miscommunication.
>You never really sat (or in this case, lied) down and thought about it for this long, now that there’s no finish line or top spot to fight for.
>Now you can just reflect on things and whatnot, nice and calm and honestly a lot more rational than you were days ago when the competitions were raging on.
>Peacetimes soften you up, so you should be careful, though you might not need to worry due to the sheer nature of your condition.
>You’re not paranoid if they’re actually jealous.
>But you are an asshole if they’re actually feeling betrayed.
>…
~
>You don’t even remember falling asleep but here you are up again, ready to just practice hand-eye coordination by playing tennis with a wall.
>Maybe you’ll break the record and finally beat a wall at tennis, somehow.
>You don’t know what gave you this idea but here you go anyway, making instant decisions because you’re jumpy and your brain isn’t giving anything second thought when it doesn’t immediately require you to do so with your train of thought.
>There’s a few protruding bricks on one of the corners, maybe you can wedge the tennis ball into there if you aim just right. You figure you could probably do it.
>You go back and forth, back and forth, on and on while ready to keep going forever until you make up some rule that the ball going past you didn’t count because of [insert bullshit reason you pulled out of your ass here].
>It’s about fifteen minutes before someone comes out and tells you that you have to go play in the tennis courts, not up against the building which is against the rules.
>Well shit, alright. You’re too pumped to be embarrassed.
>Just nod with a smile and off you go, into the tennis courts meeting the eyes of many who watched you intensely feud with the side of the building, largely impressed.
>Something tells you they might not know ho you are, and you have the opportunity to shock them even more.
>Your veins are already pulsing from your heavy heartbeat, and you’re barely even out of breath.
>Pick an opponent since there’s no sturdy walls to play with, waiting for them to send someone at random forward like right out of a movie.
>And this is exactly what happens; some tall scrawny guy is sent forward who probably has the best chance at lasting a minute against you.
>The match begins and he already looks intimidated; you hold back cute little giggles.
>And the way you send the ball barreling onto his side of the court is going to tire him out faster.
>He’s not going to keep up with you, no one can. He doesn’t have the stamina or focus. Or combination of the two which you are overflowing with.
>Everyone quietly gasps when he loses to you; yup, he was definitely their best player.
>Now who are they going to send?
>…
>Well that was fun. Too bad there’s no trophies or medals to win from any of that.
>You slightly feel as though you deserved one.
>But that’s crazy talk, this wasn’t an official event and these people don’t even hate you.
>And a bad feeling germinates within you telling you that the only reason why they don’t hate you is because they don’t even know you.
>So internal, self-reflective talk about starting over anew is had within yourself, but you’ll focus on that later on.
>Your overall long-term objective is to finish off the Canterlot High side of the competitions so you can get this need out of your system and move on.
>It’s honestly been bothering you non-stop, getting this shit done and done the best way you can.
>Like it’s gonna fulfill your purpose in life, maybe make you think that happened when it didn’t.
>Maybe you’ll make amends with Celestia and Luna after all this is over, after you win of course.
>As you’ve recalled before, they’re pretty decent company that you enjoy being around anyway, mostly because of their looks even though you keep that on the down-low even to yourself.
>It’s not your fault Celestia looks the way she does.
>Then again, it’s not her fault she does either, nor is it her fault that you liked it even in your past teen years before all this tournament stuff started up.
~
>So you’ve been chillaxin’ for the past couple of days, just kind of doing your own thing while resting up your stamina that you can expend as much as you want anyway.
>It always builds back up, you feel like superman.
>You’ll probably go back to town tomorrow, why not? You already did everything here.
>But you’ll have to be careful if you go back.
>Celestia’s going to be around, probably wondering where you’ve been, pretending to have missed you.
>And using that as an excuse to get all up in your business and personal space just like she did that one night.
>That’s lady’s gotta be something straight out of an anime, it’s like she’s making it that way on purpose.
>She doesn’t realize that it doesn’t work in real life, and her being bigger than you doesn’t mean jack shit since you’re supercharged the way you are.
>That’s probably why she wants to take it away, isn’t that a hopeless feat?
>You already fell asleep before you could finish the thought, oh well.
>…
>Begin to visualize once again that instance in the office when Celestia was talking to you, not remembering which parts of what you’re seeing is accurate regarding what actually happened or not.
>Your brain is going to be essentially mashed potatoes or something until you wake up again and think clearly once more.
>Celestia sits there in her chair, leaning back as it reclines and lets out a sigh.
“I guess I’ve been a little stupid, huh?” You admit. “I dunno, I just really wanted to win that contest.”
>”I understand where you’re coming from.” Celestia replies to you through a groan.
“You do?”
>”Eh, close enough. I don’t really care either way.”
“What was that one night at my party, then?”
>”I was intoxicated. What can I tell you? We all slip up every once in a while.”
>This conversation’s gonna be easy to end, good. You’re getting bored with that short attention span of yours.
>You try not to look down at her chest, getting urges to do so even though it’s completely covered.
>That jacket still doesn’t make the shape of certain things go away, though.
>As distinguished and formal as she is, Celestia always gives off a rather informal vibe.
>It haunts her, unable to leave, no matter how appropriately she dresses.
>”I’m just glad we can be friends when this is all over. Wouldn’t you like to be friends with me?” Celestia begins to grin slightly.
>How uncharacteristic of the principal to be asking you this, especially the condition of you two not being on the best terms.
>Her reaching out like this makes you want to stay in here longer, like it’s gravitating you towards her presence.
>”I’d really like to be your friend, you know.” Continues Celestia as you just watch her while listening. “I could be a really good friend to you as long as we meet eachother halfway on things.”
“Mhm.”
>Just like before (at least you think it is), Celestia stretches her arms up with her back arched as she sits in her chair.
>Her uniform’s jacket wasn’t quite made for this pose, especially when it’s on her body.
>You don’t even know what happened to the bottom of her shirt underneath, but it failed to be tucked in, and the little things that crack away at your surface return.
>Little things like Principal Celestia’s bellybutton peeking out from under that uniform when it’s not supposed to.
>A woman of her stature demands larger clothes, but a sleek belly like hers begs to be felt. It’s like her body doesn’t know what it wants to do under those clothes.
>It’s such a small, seemingly meaningless thing. Why does never fapping make you care about this so much?
>As Celestia returns to her comfortable sitting position, she pushes back her suddenly messy hair from her eyes, grinning with one un-ignorable sigh.
>She looks so relaxed all of a sudden, surprisingly comfortable in your presence.
>”It’s okay. I don’t mind.” She has her sights on your eyes. “I understand you’re putting yourself through a lot.”
“What do you mean?”
>”Try not to tempt yourself too hard, okay?”
>You laugh at this without trying to, like it was a joke you both automatically got.
>Principal Celestia pushes her arms forward a little bit again.
>That had to be on purpose, she already knows full well what’s going to happen with her chest when that happens, and she knows full well how you feel about it.
>”Hey, now. Don’t worry about it. You’re a young man, I get a little lonely cooped up in here all day. Even though we can’t really do anything, it doesn’t hurt to help eachother imagine nice things going on as long as it’s not obvious to anyone else. You know, like a low-key treat for someone who could use it. It’s the least we can do for eachother.”
>You understand the part she’s doing for you, but is there even anything you’re doing for her?
>Almost want to ask her if she just enjoys subtly, silently teasing you just for the tiny little thrill that makes the day a bit more interesting for like twenty seconds.
>But this is so interpretable that it could be something el- no it can’t be something else. Principal Celestia made her top ride up her body and pushed her breasts under her clothes together on purpose.
>At least you know how comfortable she is with how lewd she looks whether she dresses for it or not. Your stubbornness must have made her brave around you.
>You’re not opposed to that. After all, you’re in the clear after you win the competition. Maybe you and her can reward eachother.
>Wait, don’t think that, you just realized you’re dreaming.
>If you nut all over those damn bedsheets, it’s all over. You lose your stamina, lose your focus, you lose everything.
>What, you think you can cram it all back in or something? ‘oop- nope, didn’t count’. Please…
>Don’t be stupid! You gotta win the competition first, dumbass.
>…
>Wake up to the phone alarm you set.
>Paranoid as all fuck, you immediately check the bedsheets, expecting the worst but hoping for the best.
>Okay, it’s definitely only sweat you’re feeling. If the levy broke, there’d be a LOT more wetness than this.
>It may be May, but it’s still November for you.
>Okay, maybe you should just go back to town but stay in your house, maybe train a little bit to make the lewd thoughts go away.
>Why don’t you understand that thinking about this on purpose, let alone dreaming about it, is putting you in danger of sabotaging your nofap?
>It really isn’t Celestia or Luna doing this; it’s your dumb ass trying not to fall victim to your libido. Your species EVOLVED to slowly slip into this state of mind, willingly.
>Stop being dumb and tighten up, you still got a couple of weeks to go, well it’s only a couple of days at this point but it’s gonna feel like a couple of months.
>Fuck this, nofap sucks. You don’t care if being a borderline superhuman is totally worth it… okay it’s totally worth it. You wish you could be like this forever.
>Hey, if you had superpowers, would you give them up all because your stupid brain said so?
>No, superpowers are fucking cool. You are a fucking champion; record breaker. Don’t give this up, it’s too valuable.
>You ain’t shit without what you’ve built up.
>Maybe you can bust The Big Nut™ after winning your absolute victory and having nothing else at stake.
>It’s gonna be worth it, man. Just a little more time. Your arrogance and spite wills it.
>Maybe you can tell this to yourself perpetually, an abstract supertask. Nah, that’d suck, right?
~
>Sit by the ocean to calm yourself down and forget about all the ways perpetual nofap is going to suck.
>Wanna have your superpowers forever? Don’t ever masturbate again. Maybe you’ll be biologically immortal too, like a lobster or whatever it was that has that feature.
>It’s like one of those push-the-button memes, or would-you-rather games.
>”You get to become a superhuman with all kinds of amazing, unmatchable abilities, but you can never cum again as long as you live in order to stay this way.”
>Shit, what a fucking tough one.
>Why is it tough? You know why.
>Celestia’s hips, her chest, her… everything. It makes it to hard.
>So hard that you had to cross your legs an hour ago until you could walk on down to the shore.
>Okay, well you’re good now. Celly’s far away, and so is Lulu. They probably gave up the thing they weren’t even doing in the first place.
>You’ll camp out here, then go back home without them knowing and stay in your room until it’s game time, then you’ll win and that’ll be it.
>Maybe you can get an actual night with Celestia after all this. That would be perfect. This could all be worth it.
>Ah fuck it, it’s your horny brain giving you unrealistic wishful thinking.
>Just win and then keep winning, even if you have to suffer the whole time. IT’S WORTH IT. YOU’RE THE BEST. Stay the best.
>… Wait…
>Is that Celestia’s voice you hear? Right here on the beach?
>She’s a woman you can’t just ignore.
>That image of Celestia you’re used to is still burned into your brain as you decide to just walk over and see if it’s her because fuck it.
>Her jacket, shirt and bra trying to keep her /fully/ developed breasts from jiggling and swaying around underneath all that clothing.
>The trunk of her shirt gently sliding against the soft skin of her abdomen you remember from when she flashed her bellybutton at you.
>The way she can’t help but sway her prominent hips a little when she walks.
>Those plum-shaded pants comfortably but slightly tightly hugging her waist, ass and crotch with a mystery size and shape pair of panties barely in the way of everything down there.
>That uniform isn’t supposed to be lewd, not even one bit, but Celestia’s womanly body broke that rule.
>”And the events have been going swimmingly.” Celestia’s obvious voice continues to whoever is being talked to.
>It’s followed by the cutest chuckle, especially for someone in her 30’s.
>”Oh, stop. The last thing I need today is more cheesy puns.” The person she’s talking to jokes. “That comedy club last night had me rolling my eyes for a whole hour.”
>”Guess I’m glad I wasn’t here for it.” Celestia answers.
>”You’re lucky. I swear they don’t let the real comedians get on stage in this town until the weekend when there’s more people here. It was so bad. There was this one guy named Arthur who-”
>”Hang on, I think I see someone I know.”
>Oh shit, Celestia’s over there where you weren’t looking. Now you can’t maintain stealth.
>”Hey!” Celestia waves and stands up with her attire paralyzing you before you can turn away like you didn’t notice and can’t hear her. “Oh my goodness, I didn’t expect to see you here!” She’s may be lying.
>Even that uniform you’re used to couldn’t prepare you for this.
>During this whole following time, Principal Celestia talks to you but the words go in one ear and out the other.
>That image of Principal Celestia you barely managed before has been undressed.
>That body that’s been driving you crazy has most of its mystery thrown into the wind that flows through Celestia’s colorful locks high above you.
>Your amazon principal is in a bikini, and nothing more; You can hear the school dress code shattering despite you both being like 20+ miles away from CHS.
>Nearly everything not allowed is being unintentionally boasted.
>And this is a regular, standard bikini that’s meant to be modest but it’s failing to do so.
>It still fits her properly, but at the same time, it doesn’t fit her properly. It fits her /perfectly/.
>You have no idea who Principal Celestia was talking to, that is not information you can retain or even pick up right now.
>Too busy trying not to blatantly stare at Principal Celestia’s absolute uninterrupted cleavage and wide hips with boldly thin bikini straps keeping a subtle cameltoe under thin fabric the same color as those thicker pants that are now absent.
>All of which is pulled closer to you in a hug; she didn’t hear you say no when she asked if you’re okay with her hugging you when she’s dressed like this.
>Principal Celestia’s mostly bare skin pleasantly mashes against your body with zero fear or second thought.
>Every single primal instinct within you that’s relevant to this moment explodes as it’s naturally supposed to do.
>The only thing that stops your nofap-driven urge to buck your hips is how petrified and confused you are.
>She’s happy to see you, but you’re the one with the pants banana. Something that only that bad comedy club wouldn’t pick up on.
>If there’s a rating between PG-13 and R, Principal Celestia is bordering that rating in this swimsuit whether she likes it or not.
>Principal Celestia’s exposed feminine anatomy is truth serum to your sexually repressed brain, dangerous if you have any secrets you’d like to keep form her.
>You saw that, and now you’re feeling it too.
>”So you’ve been here for a few days?” Celestia asks while maintaining the embrace.
>You didn’t even realize that the hug squeezed a response out of you to her previous question until you hear your own voice blurb again.
“Yeah, about five or six. Lost count.”
>That thin bikini top can afford to stay in place Celestia’s breasts and keep her breeze-provoked nipple bumps appropriately covered for public eye.
>”I just got here.” Celestia finally lets you go, not even bothering to look down at your pants as if she already knows. “We could have gone to the bad comedy club together. It’s too bad you were so busy playing tennis.”
>You didn’t realize you told her about that, but the information spilled out before you could stop it.
>Get the fuck off of autopilot and show some restraint, damn it.
>Get that dick back down, boy! Harden up everywhere else but there. Get these thoughts out of your head and focus on winning everything in sight.
“Yeah, well yeah it is too bad. A shame too because I was also getting ready to leave soon.”
>Well that’s true now, at least.
>”Aw, really? We could catch up, you know. Start over on the right foot.” Celestia bounces on her heels a little bit, not quite acting like how she usually would in CHS now that she has the freedom to be so informal.
“I’d like to too.” You take a deep breath and remember the ribbons and medals. “But I already checked out of my room and was just taking one last walk. Didn’t think I’d run into you here. Thought you’d be back at the school.”
>”Well that makes sense.” Celestia sounds like she’s glad you implied you were going to go back to wherever she is.
“Does your hotel room have an extra bed or anything?”
>What the fuck NO don’t say that, you god damned simpleton! (not yet at least)
>”Hmm?”
>Oh good, you mumbled it too much for it to be coherent.
>Luck is on your side today.
“I said I need to get to my bed back at home. I’m tired.” You hope you’ll forget about all this before you sleep.
>”Been practicing all day?”
“Yup.”
>As this conversation is being clumsily wrapped up, you manage to make your erection die down little by little through pure might.
>You cannot afford to have a wet dream, nor can you afford to be hard in public for more numerous and obvious reasons.
>Holy shit, it’s working.
>You brought a knife to a gunfight and you’re still winning.
>Mind over matter (and libidos).
>It felt so brief yet so long the conversation you had with Celestia. Brief because you forgot everything she said, and long because that was a damn long time to keep yourself from ogling her.
>Ya gotta keep your head together, bro.
>She’s probably teasing you or some shit, and if she’s here then Luna probably is too.
>Fuck, you gotta check out and leave now.
>…
>And so you did.
>You think about that oh so smooth pickup line that escaped you as you’re driving back.
>“Does your hotel room have an extra bed or anything?”
>Implying you wouldn’t want to share the same bed with her after all this is over. Sleeping with the enemy after the war is over.
>You start to chuckle at the shit you said.
>Celestia actually did say something about a bad comedy club or something, you would probably fit right in there unless you actually put your mind to making the jokes.
>There’s pretty much nothing you can’t do as long as you hoard your nuts like you’re addicted to gathering belongings to the ceiling in every room.
>You should rest, today’s been a long day, but you are starting to feel like you’re becoming desensitized to the lewd shit, like it wouldn’t even matter if you saw Celestia completely naked.
>Not quite yet but that time may be coming soon. Who’s gonna stop you after that?
~
>…
>Back at the shore, Celestia relaxes with the sun blaring down on her sun-screened up body.
>Turning dozens and dozens of heads of guys who walk by.
>She soon walks around to sort of maximize this a little bit, the attention does something wonderful as far as she’s concerned.
>There’d be no way she’d be allowed to do something like this at CHS; she feels so much more free this way.
>She goes to return to her room.
>…
>Celestia approaches the door with the correct number.
>After taking a look at the “do not disturb” sign on it, she knocks anyway, in a certain pattern.
>There’s some giggling behind the door before it opens, and the mastermind behind the athlete star’s downfall is revealed in her pink virgin killer sweater.
>Principal Cadance beckons Celestia to enter, seductively shushing her before turning around to walk back further inside.
>Celestia may be tall and strong, but she is made weak by the sight of this beauty that is only a fraction of her stature.
>The widely open back of the sweater lazily attempts to cover the sides of Cadance’s breasts, and slips down far past her lower back to halfway down her ass cheeks.
>She takes harder steps on purpose to make her ass jiggle more, and to get a mentally subdued Principal Celestia further into the mood once again.
>Principal Cadance goes to the fridge, back arched, the front of the sweater weakly clinging on to stay over her swaying bosom as she deliberately gives Celestia an erotic pose in the act of simply getting something to drink.
>She’s not walking anymore but still gracefully swaying her fertile hips on purpose.
>Her completely exposed back is toned but soft to the touch, smooth to caress, her carelessly concealed breasts and ass easily accessible.
>Principal Cadance is basically naked, especially from the back; this excessively revealing sweater shouldn’t count as concealing anything.
>The virginity killer donning her appropriate attire in front of her two recruits.
>Celestia, under a certain influence that only the likes of the goddess of love could inflict, watches Cadance.
>There was something that Cadance did to Celestia and Luna some time ago that’s a little hard to remember now, but they both do remember that it felt amazing.
>They know they were almost ready to expel that arrogant athlete before realizing that the rules didn’t allow them to, and that Cadance offered them a more peaceful alternative.
>He’s only this powerful because of his pent up energy and tension.
>If they can’t defeat him with the rules, or with a physically superior athlete, then they will defeat him with his own human nature that is hardwired into him.
>And make him clumsily spill all of the fuel he’s been using when his guard is down. It is his only weakness, but it is extremely effective once you have the right conditions.
>Celestia saw it firsthand and so did Luna who is currently lying in bed, exhausted with messy hair and no clothes on under the blankets; her “recharging” session is already finished.
>And Celestia is next anyway for good measure.
>This brick wall they have to deal with turns into thin styrofoam when they hit this weakness.
>”He should be sleeping soon.” Luna says from the bed. “So should I.”
>Cadance watches Luna drift off to sleep as she struts over to Celestia, pulling her closer in to a hug with her.
>Celestia’s amazon body shivers with excitement feeling Cadance’s divinely potent touch on her body.
>Cadance gets ready to help Celestia out of her swimsuit.
>The room door is locked.
~
>It’s jarring how the roles and positions have flipped since last year.
>Cadance looks up into Celestia’s eyes, principal to principal.
>There’s a short pause before the taller woman is maneuvered onto the nearby foot of the bed Luna is sleeping on.
>”So did you find him?”
>Celestia gives her a nod, letting the hands begin to probe the surface of her skin and play with the bikini straps, humbly trying to undo them.
>The much stronger Celestia is laid back on the bed, taken aback by the special perfume Cadance has on.
>”Shame I couldn’t get more of my scent on you until now.”
>”He’s going back to Canterlot City.” Celestia obediently gives Cadance the information.
>”Oh?” Cadance raises an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you get him to stop by here first? You could have got him to come over and I’d have helped with the rest.”
>”He was in a rush. He said he already checked out of his room and…” Celestia begins to scramble to explain her failure to bring the super athlete to the hotel room where his virginity’s demise was waiting for him.
>Celestia keeps picking up Cadance’s enchanted scent, tamed by it despite being more physically capable.
>It’s clear that he’s out of town, and Luna sleeping now won’t do much since she’s not in close proximity to him anymore.
>”Rise.” Cadance mutters in Luna’s direction. “And I mean you, Luna. Rise.”
>Luna gradually sits up as Cadance corners Celestia right next to her on the bed.
>The goddess of love taming the amazon goddess of the sun.
>”I did the best I could.” Celestia tries harder to convince Cadance that she’s worthy.
>Not having completed the mission would mean this, and all Celestia feels crawling up to her in that backless sweater will turn away from her before any pleasure can happen.
>”Please give me a second ch-” Celestia begs, trying to find excuses to use until Cadance’s lips cut her off.
>Luna watches this, already radiating with Cadance’s scent from several minutes ago letting the blanket fall away from her shoulders and doing nothing to pull it back up.
>She slithers her hand between her legs under the covers at the sight of her usually physically intimidating older sister being tamed and subdued by a smaller woman using her own pheromones as a weapon.
>Luna hastily starts stroking herself. The movements make the blanket fall away from her nipples.
>Principal Celestia doesn’t have any authority right now, not with Principal Cadance on top of her like this. She’s being made to put on a show for Luna as Cadance fixes to get her own scent all over her once again.
>And in between kisses, she continues to try to keep herself in Cadance’s good graces, desperately.
>”I-I could go back to town and try to-… mph… he, w-won’t know what… mmmm… I…” Celestia’s mind goes more and more blank with each deep peck on the lips.
>Even with all her strength, and any bit of her wit, she is at Cadance’s mercy.
>Playing around with Celestia’s body, Cadance notices exactly what had the athlete stunned when she looks down at Celestia’s attire, reminded of the anatomical caliber she’s working with.
>Celestia’s heaving breasts rise and fall while restrained under the bikini top Cadance needs to loosen.
>But she can’t figure it out reaching around to where she can’t see.
>”Help me.” Cadance turns to Luna who immediately obeys and wedges herself behind Celestia. “You know your older sister more than I do.”
>”Please let me try again…” Blurts Celestia with a bright red blush on her face.
>The smaller blush on Cadance’s face is a rare occasion, only there because of how Principal Celestia’s nipples under the bikini fabric get more erect after being teased a little.
>And also because of how Celestia involuntarily jerks her hips forward while wearing that skimpy little bikini that accents her body’s magnificent anatomy.
>A woman like Celestia feeling such thorough arousal is one of the greatest things Cadance has ever caused; it excites her.
>Celestia trips over her own tongue trying to explain herself, and that tongue gets tangled with Cadance’s as Luna snaps open the back of her bikini.
>Nervous, Celestia panics and tries to reconnect the back of her bikini, realizes she’s too horny to remember how to do it, and crosses her arms over her chest with Cadance tugging the loosened straps off of her shoulders.
>Celestia tries to say something, but nothing coherent comes out, and Cadance plants another kiss onto her lips to soothe her.
>Luna grips Celestia’s hips to do the same with the straps there while Celestia’s hands are occupied.
>Celestia’s whole story falls apart with her swimsuit as it’s picked apart from all directions.
>”It’s okay. You failed, but that only means I’ll try harder.” Cadance reassures her. “This /is/ what I do, after all. All you need to do is relax, I’m not going to end what we started together, I promise.”
>”Yes, Mistress.” Celestia uncrosses her arms and lets the top get pulled down to her wrists before realizing it.
>”You’re so perfectly developed, Celestia. I’m jealous of you.” Compliments Cadance with her hands gently squeezing Celestia’s exposed breasts. “Not many women get to be as well endowed as you. You should be grateful.”
>Celestia’s hands caress Cadance’s bare back.
>The sweater is designed to make the hug Celestia’s giving have the hands and forearms meet nothing but bare skin no matter where Celestia touches.
>The hands uncontrollably wander down to squeeze Cadance’s soft ass cheeks and pull them towards her, forcing Cadance’s pelvis onto herself with her strength.
>”Yes, I should be grateful.” Repeats Celestia in a low voice.
>”That’s what I like.” Cadance huffs a slightly surprised sigh, but still knowing she’s in control from the look on Celestia’s face alone.
>Cadance and Luna work together to get the bottom of Celestia’s bikini down to her knees, then her ankles, then the floor.
>The bikini top is used to tie Celestia’s hands together, to further spice the moment.
>But only after they’re directed up the bottom front of Cadance’s sweater, and Celestia is made to dive underneath after them after they are tied behind Cadance’s back.
>The sweater’s not big enough for both of them, but that’s the point.
>The enticing aroma of the love goddess’s perfume that had (barely) been trapped in there spreads onto Celestia’s face and shoulders as they press up against the naked front of Cadance’s body, sliding moistly against her trunk that pulses with slow breaths.
>Celestia moans quietly feeling her face kissing Cadance’s softness, soon overwhelming Cadance’s chest with her own after giving the sweater’s collar a reason to stretch beyond belief.
>”It’s okay. I’ll sew it back together.” Cadance can hear the ripping sounds coming from the fabric.
>She then turns to Luna.
>”It might take both of us to keep her from squirming around a lot anyway.” Cadance grabs the bottle of her perfume from the side table.
>”I’ll try not to.” Promises Celestia.
>”I know you will.” Cadance lurches forward into the deepest kiss yet. “I just wanna be sure.”
>It’s a good thing the “do not disturb” sign on the door has not been disturbed.
>…
>20 minutes later, Cadance and Luna are chilling in the bed together, both of them naked with their arms around eachother.
>Celestia wanders around the hotel room wearing the hyper stretched out virgin killer sweater she just earned, with Cadance’s scent all over her.
~
>It’s super early in the morning, before the sky even begins to light up.
>You wake up in a cold sweat.
“Fuck… fuck…” You have no idea what just happened.
>Look to your left, look to your right.
>Did it happen? Are you fucked?
>You barely remember what you just dreamed but it was something dangerous.
>Damn it, you should have been more careful not letting Celestia hug you in that bikini, now you got all these… fantasies in your head!
>Look under the covers half-expecting the worst, but the other half of you was right instead.
>Bone dry, thank fuck.
>The sigh of relief you let out sounds like you’re cumming anyway, airy, wobbly in tone and strained in the most hilarious ways, almost exaggerated.
>Even that scares you a little until you brain fully wakes up and tells you “hey… you’re still in the game, dumbass. Don’t fuck it up, you gotta win win win!”
“Yeah, okay, whatever. I’m still good, that’s all that matters.”
>Leap out of your bed with that usual surge of energy you get when you wake up and get ready to conquer another day like the king you are.
>…
>A couple of surprisingly uneventful days later.
>The delay didn’t last much longer.
>Now it’s time for one of the final competitions; a bike race through the hilly forest.
>You spent all morning picking out what colors to wear, wanting to have the coolest looking outfit out of all the competitors as well.
>It’s nice having the advantage of being that one who focuses on their looks more than their actual practical ability since you’ve already got that shit maxed out and then some.
>And there’s ninety-nine other competitors here as well, but the numbers don’t scare you when the odds are ever in your favor.
>Not only this, but these bike racers are from competitions and settings that aren’t as familiar with your school, since it’s more than just regional in this case.
>You’re riding in the big leagues with the big boys now, the best from across the nation all of whom you will outshine like you’re supposed to do.
>Enough of this sandbox shit.
>Enter the preparation room or whatever you call it with your outfit of choice in tow.
>Basically the edgiest thing someone could think of.
>All black bike racing outfit with red stripes and a black helmet with the glass tinted, black pads on your knees and elbows, etc. And yes, your bike of choice matches perfectly because of course it does.
>All of the other racers are getting into their gear, watching you as you enter with your helmet already on.
>”Whoa, dude. We aren’t going to war y’know.” A racer who doesn’t know who you are says.
>Like that one edgy teenager playing runescape, you just silently stare back at him, as if that’s supposed to be deep or something and not cringy.
>”Uh, nevermind, then.” He turns away and goes about his business before muttering under his breath. “Yup, definitely a high schooler.”
>It’s no wonder so many people don’t like you.
>The worst part is that you’re aware of it but you’re too “high test” and high and mighty to care. You can afford to be laughed at in the beginning.
>They think you’re some edgelord amateur who won his first race and thinks he’s hot shit now.
>And they’ll expect you to be surprised as fuck being that guy who falls behind everyone else who actually just prepared to participate in the race like they’re supposed to instead of want to “omae wa mo shinderu” everyone in the first 500 meters or yards.
>Nah, you’re just an edgy kid. These guys have nothing to worry about, you’re about to be introduced to reality. You’re holding back! Only using ten percent of your power! XD
>But now you overheard a couple of them talking.
>”If that’s who I think he is, he’s actually really good at basically every category. But he lets it get to his head.” Someone else gossips. “Always acts like he’s above everyone else because of it.”
>”Oh. Well screw him, then.”
>”He’s a high schooler too.”
>”Yeah I could tell. So what’s his secret?”
>”Probably steroids, though we’re all already tested so it’s more or less beginner’s luck. Or maybe he’s fucking one of his school’s principal’s or something who knows. I swear dudes like that who…”
>That’s the last you hear before they leave your extensive earshot beyond coherence.
>Whatever, you’ll show them. You’ll show all of them!
>Win the first place medal and rub that shit in their faces. That’ll surely prove them wrong in the things they say about you.
>…
>The race is set to begin soon.
>Let’s take a look at the contestants as they walk their bikes up to the starting line one by one. (yes, all 100 of them, shut up)
>Contestant 1 is a former quarterback from a high school across the country, now goes to an average university but loves sports, has a humble background and just wants to keep making his parents proud and have fun competing with everyone.
>Contestant 2 is from a low income neighborhood who took a while to afford his own bike, and rode it every day once he got it for practice so he can have the opportunity to eventually race here after making it this far which he is thankful for.
>Contestant 3 wants to follow his father’s footsteps and become a sports star, and knows how proud he makes his dad whenever he places high in the races in the name of the university he goes to; he waves to his mom and dad who are cheering for him from the applauding audience.
>Contestant 4 is surprised he made it this far, given the muscle tendons he pulled a couple of races ago but he’s still going strong and is just grateful to have made it this far into the tournament.
>Contestant 5 also wants to follow his father’s footsteps, but his father died a few years back and he knows that his dad is watching from above smiling down upon him and simply wants him to be happy with what he does in life while he’s alive because you never know when something can happen because that’s just how life is.
>Contestant 6 is happy to be here, and likes the exposure his name is getting because of this tournament and only wants to do the best he can regardless of where he places at the end.
>Contestant 7 is also a former quarterback and just like some others, he wants to make his parents proud and just do his best in the race.
>…
>You are finally reached.
>…
>Contestant 13 has won countless competitions and broke records like toothpicks, he’s been tested for various supplements dozens of times and resulted negative every time but everyone’s still skeptical anyway; (next is not mentioned in introduction but you imagined it being said anyway:) he expects to win 1st place and nothing less; even argued with some staff from wanting to be contestant 1 for obvious reasons then settled on 13 because it’s an edgy bad luck number.
>The audience applause gets lighter, and all the other racers look over to you, some with “oh shit” expressions on their faces behind the helmets.
>Fuuuuuuck, you wanted to surprise them later than this.
>Meanwhile, the rest of the contestants are named and briefly detailed until the final one, number 100, is reached.
>Contestant 100 is from an extremely rural area and usually spends a lot of time on the computer, but also got good at this sport for some reason.
>You take one look at contestant 100, watching him make the “okay” sign with his hand at the audience and do other silly stuff.
>He has the 100 emoji imprinted onto the back of his outfit.
>You have decided that you’ll humiliate him first. Maybe contestant 69 as well.
>…
>The airhorn signals the start of the race, and off you all go.
>Like horses rushing out from the starting line, you all pick up dirt as you accelerate forth into the track.
>Some of the other racers weren’t going to try to get in your way, others seemed like they wanted to try to make you crash or something immediately so you wouldn’t be a problem in the long run.
>Like that would have done anything, you’d just eventually pass everyone anyway; no one has your level of stamina, not even close.
>But most of all, most of the other racers just ignored you and went on with the race because they don’t even care if they get first place enough to care about your arrogant ass.
>But whatever, whatever’s going through their minds as they lose to you is irrelevant. As long as you win and they lose, which WILL be the case.
>Whatever whatever whatever, etc. etc.
>Here’s how the race would start, progress and then end from a proper protagonist’s point of view:
>…
>Contestant = Racer. (The edgy victory addict no one likes is racer 13)
>Everyone looked a little nervous, but they shifted right into full gear as the race began.
>All the racers zoomed off, trying not to trip over each other since there’s a hundred of them.
>And into the distance they all ride, towards the spot where the path finally got narrower as some racers would have made it further than others who fell behind by then.
>The first 20 minutes of the race is absolute chaos.
>Racer 45 made the unwise move of making a sprint to get ahead of everyone else at the very beginning of the race, and so did a few other ones.
>They ended up at the front, laughing a little in a friendly way and seeing who was going to be the lad ending up in the very front.
>Racer 72 shouts something to racer 63, but it’s lost in the commotion.
>Racer 88 focuses straight forward on the road as racer 87 almost bumps him partially on purpose but then accidentally falls himself after veering past the side of the track..
>Racer 6 is a little bit behind, hoping he doesn’t fall too far behind everyone else because he knows he can’t just be lazy and that he made it here for a reason.
>Racer 96 soon catches up to racer 69, and they chuckle at eachother’s numbers because haha funny.
>Rac- OH SHIT THE PATH IS NARROWING.
>This is it, the moment where everyone has to split up somehow, at least in terms of placement or who’s in front of who.
>The edges of the road close in, and the peddling starts to get tiresome for some of the racers, namely the ones in front who rushed too much during the past two and a half minutes.
>Racer 43 is still somewhat close to racer 45, but hasn’t quite caught up yet and decides it’s safer to just let him stay in front as the path narrows.
>Racer 44 and 49 are battling for their own placement, however, and have only a little bit of room instead of none since they’re pretty much in the middle of the increasingly dense cluster of cyclists and not on the edge.
>Then again, the ones on the edge can just go off of the tracks, that’s where racer 13 is taking advantage of the situation.
>He cut right past all of the numbers lower than him, making himself replace racer 1’s spot (funnily enough), and rides just outside of the path as almost everyone else fumbles in the middle.
>The edges of the crows are made up of the few racers who were smart enough to go just off of track enough to easily get back on, the slowpokes and careless ones who fell behind and are casually trailing behind the chaos, and the wannabe speedsters who shot ahead of everyone else not thinking about how long this race really is.
>Racer 74 watches racer 72 and 73 stay ahead of him, wondering how long it’s gonna be until he can pass them.
>Racer 88 successfully made it into the front spot as racer 45 is right on his tail.
>With a stone cold glare, racer 88 looks back as racer 45, showing how much more competitive he is that most of the other racers.
>He peddles harder and faster, knowing full well that he’s tiring himself out but plans to stop once he’s going slightly downhill. It’s quite an efficient method as far as he’s concerned.
>Racers 96 and 69 are right behind racer 45, jokingly yelling at him to get out of the way, which isn’t even paid any attention to.
>Racer 63 is falling behind racer 72 by now, and winds up alongside racer 74 and then eventually racer 55.
>These more notable numbered racers are the ones in front or back where it’s easier to see what’s going on outside of the massive cluster that is the middle of the contestants on the track.
>On the sidelines, racers 18, 9, 12, 20 and 13 are on the right and a few others are on the left, the the ones on the same side as racer 13 are the ones who are about to have the most interesting story in this part of the race.
>The sidelines of the path grow even more narrow, further condensing the middle of the clusterfuck of cyclists.
>Racer 20 feels something nudge the back edge of his rear wheel, and turns around to find racer 13 trying to pull some shit.
>”Ah god damn it. Do you mind?!” He yells back at racer 13.
>Racer 13 doesn’t answer, and has a helmet with the glass tinted too much to reveal where his eyes are looking.
>Racer 20 just proceeds to do his thing before racer 13 surprises him and bolts past, nearly sending him careening to the ground.
>The path continues to narrow, leaving only enough room for 50 cyclists to be alongside one another.
>Racer 44 loses his balance and falls, causing a few others to trip over him, but he had lucking already fell pretty far behind.
>Passing racer 44 is racer 100, toting memes on his back and all.
>Racer 100 is carefully planning his next move from the back, knowing that whoever is in first place can’t possibly make it too too far ahead before there’s enough room to just go past everyone.
>The center and middle of the group of competitors is forced to thin out even more as the path narrows to only a 25 racer width now.
>Speaking of which, racer 25 is on the right side of the track after staying behind not to cut across anyone like a couple of others did, working his way past the crowd with his stamina.
>Racer 1 has already fallen behind but doesn’t care all that much.
>But he is kinda pissed off about the way racer 13 just sort of cut across him and the other 11 racers to get to the side of the track, nearly making them lose their balance and fall.
>Meanwhile on the left side of the track, racers 98, 94 and 93 are all competing to get ahead of eachother in their out-of-lane lane.
>…
>Yup chaos, absolute chaos.
>Many will enter the race in one huge clusterfuck, and only one will make it out alive (figuratively).
>After several more minutes until everyone’s spread out enough for the chaos to die out, despite being far away from anyone who could record them until the finish line is nearby, the placements are clear to the other racers who can see enough of what’s going on.
>Racer 88 is in the lead, still followed closely by racer 45.
>Racer 72 is now at odds with racer 25 for third place, as racer 63 got super tired and fell behind.
>Racer 12 made it all the way up to here from the sidelines and is not on the track proper, same for racers 93 and 94 but from the opposite side.
>Racer 69 has lost all contact with racer 96, but is just continuing anyway because funny moment over.
>There’s no easy way of telling how many miles have been passed yet but it’s definitely a lot.
>Everyone’s starting to make it into the woods and mountains of this part of the state, and there’s starting to be more changes in elevation.
>This is where racer 88 begins to use his advantage.
>He rests on his seat a little bit as he ventures downhill, also mindful of needing to be careful and not fall down anywhere.
>Racer 45 is right behind him, trying out the same method but slightly presses on his brakes just in case he loses control (and just in case the other racer loses control as well.
>”Having fun down there?” Racer 45 shouts to racer 88.
>”How about you? Having fun up there?” Racer 88 replies with a stiff laugh.
>”You bet!” Racer 45 sort of let go of his brakes more but still doesn’t catch up to racer 88.
>Next to start going downhill are racers 25, 72, and 12 in that order.
>”Whoa look out, here I come, guys!” Racer 12 gracefully makes his way past racer 72 who doesn’t even seem to care anymore and brakes at a reasonable amount.
>Racer 12 just shrugs and proceeds onto racer 25.
>”Here I come!” Racer 12 repeats.
>”You sure about that?” Responds racer 25 as he starts peddling faster downhill as the front two racers already made it tot he bottom and turned a corner.
>Racers 12, 25 and 72 are towards the bottom by the time racers 94, 93 and 63 start going down the slope, followed by racer 69 and then various other numbers including racer 13 and racer 100.
>The track at the bottom of this is going to be a width of 5 racers, so this is where the real fun begins.
>”Gah!” Exclaims racer 9 after something sends him tumbling to the ground. “What the hell!”
>”What’s going on?” Asks racer 98 before seeing racer 13 barreling straight towards him right as they both start going downhill. “Whoa whoa whoa bro, you’re goin’ a little fast there.
>Without saying a word, racer 13 picks up the pace of his peddling, aiming himself towards racer 98 who tries to move out of the way.
>”Dude! What the fuck?” Racer 98 hollers as he tries to swerve away.
>Spokes to spokes, tires to tires… Racer 98’s bike is thrown off balance by force.
>But there’s no direct way to prove racer 13 did it from his perspective because he was paying attention to the path.
>Just at this moment, the other racers can now start to clearly see down the path downhill but only right after the shit happened. All they see is a battered and confused racer 98 hissing and grabbing his knee and sighing.
>Racer 100 is the only one who caught a slight glimpse of what happened, but wasn’t paying attention because he’s tending to his own shit to worry about.
>Racer 69 is heading towards the bottom of the slope, then makes it to the bottom and turns the corner, but feels something hit the back of his bike.
>He tumbles down to the ground, hitting his arm against a tree with no knowledge of what just happened.
>By the time racer 69 gets back up, racers 13, 93 and 94 have already long passed him passed him, as well as racer 100, then racer 74 who’s been gaining some ground, and so on.
>The next part of the track is riddles with many twists and turns; a good place for someone to knock someone off of their bike and not have it be noticed as long as there’s enough trees and shit in the way.
>Racer 88 is maintaining his lead, and racer 45 can’t keep up with him any longer and falls behind to a great amount.
>Racer 72 eventually surpasses racer 45, then racer 25 does the same, then racer 12.
>Racer 45’s fatigue finally caught up with him, and he decides that winning 1st place isn’t even that important.
>”Out of the fucking way, asshole!” A harsh voice startles him, almost making him lose control and crash just from that alone.
>It’s racer 74, who’s really getting into the zone now.
>”Dude chill, geez.” Racer 45 makes adequate room for racer 74, who rushes past.
>During the next 5 seconds, racer 45 feels something throw his back wheel off balance after making a sharp turn, and he falls off the side of his bike to the dirt below.
>He didn’t get a good look at whichever racer did this, and all he knows is that racer 22 came speeding by right after that said racer had turned another corner.
>Up next is a straight line segment of the race, but after a few more twists and turns.
>Racer 13 looks behind himself and sees racer 22, then looks ahead to find racer 74.
>He immediately picks up speed around the curves of the path trying to figure out which spot is secluded enough to knock racer 74 off of his bike without being seen.
>The thing is, racer 13 doesn’t even need to do this, but is too excited not to.
>It’s too late to do this in a secluded segment on the path, and racer 13 has to pass by the other contestants fair and square oh woe is him woe is him.
>All he does is peddle as hard and fast as he can once he’s out in the open and straight part of the path.
>Racer 22’s jaw drops as he sees racer 13 disappear into the distance.
>Racer 74 hears something rush past him; it’s racer 13.
>Racer 100 hears someone gaining on him, expecting racer 74 but finding racer 13 instead.
>Aw shit, here he comes.
>No time to even properly get out of the way.
>Racer 13 damn near knocks him off of his bike as he passes him with unthinkable speed for this stage in the race where everyone’s already been getting really tired had they not paced themselves.
>”Yo guys look out! We got Shadow the Hedgehog comin’ up over here!” Racer 100 warns racers 93 and 94.
>Racers 93 and 94 apparently already know racer 13’s history, and agree to work together to try to stop him.
>They lock arms and stay directly in front of racer 13 in attempt to slow down a little and block him.
>”Hey! You guys can’t do that!” Complains racer 100 through exhausted heaving.
>Racer 13 must have a terrible case of tunnel vision, because he rams right into them without even breaking his riding position, makes them go faster themselves so long as their hands are locked, then purposefully swerves to split them apart.
>Both racers 93 and 94 spiral out of control off of either side of the track and into the trees.
>”Fuck! We tried, dude!” One of them says through his pained grunts.
>Meanwhile, at the front, racers 88 and 25 are now neck to neck for first place with racers 72 and 12 trying for second place.
>Racer 88 had greatly underestimated how much stamina this race would take and slowly begins to fall behind racer 25.
>”Yo, ease up, man.” Racer 25 tells him. “Don’t over-exhaust yourself. We’ll settle this when the uphill part comes next. Aight?”
>”God… damn it.” Growls racer 88.
>He was doing so well too.
>Racers 72 and 12 manage to catch up to them after a few turns come up, and are each exhausted enough to go along with what racer 25 is saying, who himself is going slower as well because he too is super fucking tired by this point.
>”Hey! We got someone approaching!” Yells racer 72.
>”Aw fuck, it’s the edgy guy.” Racer 12 sees the number of the guy who started out right next to him. “How the hell did he make it this far already?”
>”I guess the announcer wasn’t kidding.” Racer 25 notices how not-tired racer 13 looks as he approaches. “Brace yourselves, motherfuckers!”
>Racer 13 makes it to the other four just as they had enough time to veer out of the way.
>And of course, racer 13 bolts right past them without saying a word, not even slightly slowing down.
>”Fucking seriously?” Gripes racer 72.
>”Why the hell did you guys let that happen?! Now he’s in 1st place!” Racer 88 grits his teeth.
>”Damn…” Racer 25 mutters to himself as he watches racer 13 quickly disappear around a corner while still not even slowing down.
>”He’s on fucking steroids, I know it!” Accuses racer 12. “He has to be!”
>”Guys! Hey!” Racer 100’s voice calls out from behind.
>”Ah shit, it’s that guy.” Racer 12 complains.
>”Hey now, he’s still not as bad as the edgy dude.” Says racer 72.
>Now all five of these super exhausted cyclists ride together in what would have been first place had it not been for racer 13 making everything overly-competitive.
>If it weren’t for that asshole doing what he did, the first place spot would be shared by these much more “good-sportsmanship-oriented” fellows.
>And it’s not like they’re an exclusive group or anything, they didn’t even know eachother until this part of the race.
>And if anyone else makes it to their level, they’ll almost certainly be just as exhausted as they are, and they can just join their chill little group regardless of who they are.
>Unless they’re racer 13 of course, who will just zoom by without even a hello because the prolonged race is ONLY about winning for him.
>They all would have just agreed to save up all their energy together so it’s a more fair fight once they get closer to the finish line, then they’ll go back to racing eachother without having overworked themselves the whole race.
>Besides, they’re still riding by pretty fast, just not at their top speeds or anything until towards the finish line.
>Just casually riding their bikes in this competition.
>”Heads up, we got two more guys coming.” Announces racer 72.
>It’s racers 74 and 22.
>After them, racers 51, 32, 17, 28 and 76 get closer to 1st place after having paced themselves all this time.
>”Hey, man!” Racer 72 greets. “We’re uh, sort of pooling ourselves together for second place, heh.”
>”What?! I’m not!” Shouts racer 25. “I’m just waiting on the edgelord to get stuck at the uphill part so then we can all pass him and go back to having our real race.”
>”Same, honestly.” Agrees racer 12. “Fuck this shit. I’m going ahead. Fuck that other guy.”
>Racer 88 follows the other two as racer 74 huffs and puffs in exhaustion as he approaches with racer 22 falling behind once more.
>Racer 72 and racer 100 stay behind with the now 3rd place group that the five pace-racers behind are lucking going the same speed as for now.
>”Uh, alright then. Have fun!” Racer 72 calls forward to them.
>”You guys get passed by number 13 too?” Racer 22 calls forward.
>”Yeah! The guy’s an animal!” Racer 72 takes a deep breath and a sip out of his water bottle. “Some of us think he’s been juicin’.”
>Fucking figures.” Racer 74 heaves.
>”That wouldn’t surprise me.” Racer 22 manages to finally catch up at the cost of the last of his stamina. “Y’know, I tried talking to the guy in one of the locker rooms earlier today. He’s a freak, man. Acts like he’s a movie villain. Or a ninja.”
>”Oh jeez.”
>”Yeah I know.”
>Racer 100 looks ahead, thinking about joining the others in their edgelord hunt.
>…
>The next part of the race is the part that’s constantly nothing but uphill into the mountainous area near that one camp that has lots of magical rumors about it.
>Racers 25, 88 and 12 ride in a horizontal formation as they work together trying to catch up to the fabled racer 13.
>They finally see the taller hills and cliffs coming up, and momentarily make it to there with a good view of the next couple of miles of the track working its way through them.
>It weaves in and out of the elevational contours, and look who that speck waaaaaay out there in the distance is.
>None other than racer 13, his dark outfit standing out from about a mile away of squiggly racetrack.
>”Are you shittin’ me?” Racer 88 stops with the other two for a brief moment. “You GOTTA be shittin’ me.”
>”There’s no way he’s not ‘roided up. Look at how fucking fast he’s still going.” Comment racer 12.
>It’s easy to see that racer 13 is still bolting past everything, even going uphill.
>”Oh my fucking god, dude.” Racer 12 grabs the sides of his head.
>”Holy shit, is he the goddamn terminator or something?” Racer 25 mutters under his breath again. “Aight, fuck it, I’m going after him. Fuck this.” He chugs more from his water bottle, stretches his arms and legs and lets out a terrifying growl. “You wanna fuck with us?! C’mon!” He starts yelling into the distance before speeding off.
>Racer 12 promptly follows as racer 88 still needs to gather more of his energy before going uphill really fast.
>And so, the next several minutes is hell for these three cyclists.
>Racer 12 is even having a hard time keeping up with racer 25, let alone racer 13.
>He tries and tries and tries, eventually feeling sharp pain in his thighs but persists because there’s vengeance in his eyes.
>Persists, persists and persists still. Oh shit.
>He’s feeling dizzy and racer 25 is even further ahead of him now.
>”You alright?” Asks racer 88.
>”I’m fine!” Wheezes racer 12 before foaming at the mouth, shitting inside of his pants and falling over with convulsions.
>”Holy shit!” Racer 88 hops off of his bike to help him as someone else approaches.
>”Need any help?” Racer 100 asks.
>”We already got his and my water bottles.” Racer 88 tells him, picking racer 12 up by the arm and shoulder. “I’ll stay with him, you keep going. We’re gonna go back soon.”
>Racer 100 proceeds to ride off into the third place spot as racers 88 and 12 stay behind with more cyclists approaching them, some of them stopping to provide further assistance.
>…
>And here you are, Celestia’s prized douchebag athlete student and Luna’s worst nightmare.
>Dominating the entire track race on the first try, leaving everyone else behind you in the dust.
>You tear through the terrain and venture uphill, only now starting to sweat a lot and get out of breath.
>After a few more minutes, you feel genuinely tuckered out and decide to take a bit of a breather by walking your bike.
>Now is when you start hyperventilating.
>If you read the map correctly (which you definitely did because you always do everything perfectly), then this is only halfway through the entire track.
>Lots more time goes by.
>You’re almost to the end of this part of the track, then it’s not uphill anymore.
>Hike your way up the next mountainside, taking another gulp of your gatorade from your water bottle when you hear someone in the distance.
>”Haaaah! Hahahahaha!”
>There’s no way anyone even made it half as far as you, they’re too far below you!
>Look behind you and make an even worse discovery.
>”HAAAAAH!” Bellows racer 25. “You’re going the wrong waaaaaay, dumbass!” He’s riding in a different direction.
>F U C K.
>Your energy immediately returns to you and you take off after racer 25, poised to pass him within the minute.
>With both of you heading uphill, of course.
>He’s going pretty damn fast, must have saved up his energy.
>No matter, you’ll pass him anyway.
>Follow racer 25 down a series of winding paths, gaining on him pretty quickly until you’re within knockoff range of him, and you execute this beautifully without thinking.
>Another kill, that’s what matters to yo-
>There goes racer 100, all the way back in the direction you were already going in before racer 25 sacrificed himself by distracting you.
>”The fuck you gonna do now, bitch?” Racer 25 taunts you from the ground. “You really fell for it, didn’t you?”
>Enraged and starting to get worn out, you kick dirt into his face as though he wasn’t wearing a helmet and then peddle all the way back to where you just saw racer 100, which takes a long ass time by now anyway.
>Now he’s far ahead of you and entering the part of the track that isn’t uphill anymore.
>This whole thing that happened REALLY gets under your skin, making your already unstable emotions go crazy and drives you into a frenzy of overdrive as you peddle harder than you ever have before.
>Still going uphill as racer 100 disappears from sight.
>Him disappearing only motivates you more, and you force yourself to make it to the top of the mountain and then finally start going downhill once more.
>Five other racers appear some distance behind you, looking like they’ve been casually pacing themselves this whole time with racer 25 appearing onto the track right in front of them and rushing in your direction.
>Now you guys are on a paved road after the uphill part, and you go AS FAST AS YOU CAN.
>Racer 100 is doing the exact same thing you are, and it’s going to be a little bit before you can catch up to him.
>He escaped your sight again.
>And racer 25 is gradually starting to gain on you because it’s all just smooth downhill stuff right now.
>It eventually turns back to a level ground with a few ups and downs.
>This is where you pull more energy out of yourself and put the pedal to the metal, as corny as that phrase is.
>You can still hear those guys shit-talking you in your head.
>It merely improves your performance because it motivates you to spite them even harder.
>Your monstrous distance eats the whole next part of the track, soon enabling you to come back into range of racer 100.
>Racer 100 sees you gaining on him fast, and starts riding faster himself.
>Holy shit, he’s just as fast as you are.
>At least right now he is.
>The next ten-ish minutes of this stretch of the race is you and him getting closer and closer together, half because of him getting slightly slower and half because of you getting slightly faster as the rage builds within you.
>You can hear him gasping for air from here; he’s not gonna last long.
>Meanwhile, your blood might as well be pure adrenaline. You’re not slowing down any time soon.
>Like Energizer and Duracell fused together into you, pushing you right past a desperately peddling racer 100.
>He watches you get further and further ahead of him; you wish you could give him the middle finger but that would break your character.
>Keep riding and riding and riding, hardly slowing down for turns, treating every straight section of the path like it’s the final sprint, everything you can to put the odds ever in your favor.
>Another half an hour of this must have gone by and you’re still not at the finish line yet.
>You don’t even know how far behind you racer 100 is, but he’s right there just a few car lengths away in your mind. You don’t even bother looking back.
>Still, you can hear racer 25’s laughter as well.
>Ah fuck, your ribs hurt.
>AH FUCK, EVERYTHING HURTS.
>But you keep going anyway, basically on the verge of death by the time you see what is definitely the finish line in the distance.
>Do. Not. Slow. Down. Even. A. Little. Bit.
>There’s a smaller amount of people in the stands around the finish line, but still more than a hundred of them.
>No way of telling whether or not they’ve told eachother about you or not, at least not yet.
>Peddle harder and harder until you see that line of paint sweep under you at a rapid speed.
>OKAY, ENOUGH. YOU WON.
>Fucking SLAM on those brakes, turning your bike a complete 90 degree angle laterally and leaning it over 45 degrees.
>*brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt[etc.]
>This has got to be the longest set of skid marks in the world; you can’t stop breaking records.
>The wheels of your bike snap and break loose, looking like boomerangs as they flip and tumble along the asphalt as you slide by your shoes like this is now a wooden floor and this is Risky Business.
>The soles of your edgy shoes eventually stay put, and you plant a fist on the ground like you’re a terminator that just came from the future, slowly rising to your feet feeling like you’re on fire looking all badass and shit.
>Your destroyed racing bike does a grounded barrel roll into one of the nearby stands with a loud crash.
>And here you stand, the lone victor.
>Stand out in the open with your fist raised, shredded muscles in the breeze and stern expression across your trademark competitive face under the overly-tinted helmet that totally makes you look even cooler anyway.
>No one claps for you but they’re either too afraid or too jaded to boo you these days. They silently sit there.
>No one even starts clapping or cheering /at all/ until racer 25 and racer 100 eventually show up, half-heartedly competing with eachother but are now more of friends than competitors.
>Now the crows goes wild.
>They’re the first contestants the crows showed and love for, while you were completely ignored despite winning first place by a mile.
>Fine, fuck it, the trophy in your hand, medal around your neck and scoreboard placing your name next to the 1 is literally the only thing you did this for anyway. The whole fucking world can hate you if it wants to.
>A pyrrhic victory is still a victory. Fuck everyone. You won regardless, so they can eat shit no matter how much they wanna pretend, deny it and look the other way as though you don’t exist.
>You exist and they’re just going to have to deal with it.
“ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!” You scream at the top of your lungs after chucking your water bottle at the crowd and kicking over your racing bike. “IS THIS NOT WHY YOU ARE HERE?!”
>They wanna perpetuate this shit? Fine.
>Fuck being nice.
~
>…
>You can’t believe you actually collapsed and went unconscious at some point after you won.
>Still conscious, you try to keep your head from spinning as you’re transported back to the school and into the nurse’s office.
>Had no idea they have beds here, but whatever, you’re lying in one right now with only a few doubts about where you are.
>Through your currently jumpy perception of time, you make out that it’s late afternoon and starting to get close to evening with the way the sky outside looks.
>”So you’re in great condition.”
>Who’s that?
>Turn your head over.
>”You’re awake, right?”
“Huh? Yeah.” You rapidly come to.
>You recognize who this is, it’s Nurse Redheart. Rushing around the room doing stuff left and right.
>Wince and groan as you try to sit up, expecting her to tell you to lie back down because nurse.
>”Oh good, you can sit up.” She comments.
“Yeah. I think I’m better now.” You say.
>She turns around.
>The very first thing you notice is the dark circles under her eyes; she’s most likely had a very busy day or even very busy career.
>She only looks at you for a split second but doesn’t seem to care and returns to her own business.
“Do I have to stay here?” You’re already ready to stand up.
>”Nah, you can go if you want. I’m just here to make sure you don’t completely pass out or anything.”
“Wasn’t I though?”
>”Didn’t seem like it except for at first. You just seemed exhausted. Glad you recovered so quickly. Not sure why Principal Celestia thought you needed immediate care.”
>Oh of course.
>She watches you get out of the bed with no problem at all, still in your edgy biker suit.
“Alright, well thanks and see ya.”
>”Have a good day.” She unenthusiastically bids you farewell without even noticing you were already out the door.
>Well at least you don’t have to be skeptical of this one. She probably doesn’t even know.
>After turning the corner, you run into Celestia herself talking with a couple of chubby, balding middle aged men in suits.
>”If you wait here, I can check on him for you.” Celestia’s facing away from you. “Please be patient. You can’t speak with an unconscious student after all.”
>One of the guys ripples his forehead and points with a smile. “Eh, he doesn’t look so unconscious to me.” He chuckles.
>Celestia spins around, surprised. You’re not sure if you want to hide from her or stay in the open for whoever these guys are.
>”Oh!” Celestia clamps her hands together with a fake laugh. “Hello! I um, don’t remember telling Nurse Redheart to let you out.”
“I’m fine. She said so.” You reply.
>”May we speak with him, please?” The second man asks Principal Celestia.
>”Sure.” Celestia unexpectedly has to nod and allow them to approach you as they recognize your racer number.
>”Is there a private sitting area around here?”
>”Right around the corner.”
>”Perfect.”
>Celestia insists on not coming with you, rushing into the Vice Principal’s office instead.
“Am I in trouble?” You ask.
>”Nonono, it’s quite the opposite.” One of the men responds. “Come, follow us.”
>…
>There’s a table in one of the school’s currently empty conference rooms you all sit at.
>They already introduced themselves to you but you already forgot their names and wouldn’t be able to guess them if someone asked because this happens every time anyway.
“So what’s up?” You ask, not even knowing where these guys are from.
>”Your performance out there was absolutely stunning. I’d have never expected someone reach the level you have at your age.”
>The suited man next to him sits down. “I don’t think there’s a need to review the amount of potential you have out there. Seeing how far ahead of everyone you were. And you’re obviously aware of your abilities, correct?”
>Oh yeah.
“Yup.” You give a quick nod.
>”Have you, uh, made any decisions regarding what you’re going to do after college?” The first one asks.
“Well, I want to become a professional athlete.” You imagine living the life of getting paid millions just to compete in sports games and appear in commercials or some other bullshit.
>You already know where this is going. Life in the fast lane here you come. The haters can suck it.
>”This is great, so we’re all on the same page, here. Saves lots of time.” The first man continues. “We’re from the olympics recruitment agency, we come around every year looking for potential athletes.” He explains what you predicted. “It shouldn’t come as any surprise that you caught our attention the most out of all the contestants. Not just here, but in your previous competitions as well.”
“Really? How long?”
>”It’s been a while, couple months, but due to a scheduling conflict, we weren’t able to get ahold of you until around now. And the games are almost over anyway, so it gave us enough time to decide if you proved to have lots of stamina or not.”
>”Point is…” The second guy chimes in with a slight burp. “Ah, ‘scuse me, point is… we would like to offer you a contract. It’s like a scholarship but bigger. Free college tuition, spot to sign up for certain things, stuff like that. Don’t worry, we’ll detail everything in this.” He flops a short stack of papers onto the table. “But it’s up to you if you wanna sign or not.”
>You’re already looking for the line to sign on.
>”Are you 18 years or older?”
“Yup.”
>”Got your student ID, driver’s license… just something for verification?”
>You pull out both, confirming that you’re an adult.
>”So what we have here is… a rough copy of the contract we just brought up. It’s not the official document, but it’s more or less a summary to sort of introduce you to what it’s about before anyone signs anything. And we’d like to go over it with you if you’re interested in actually going through with this.”
“Oh, I’m very interested.” You tell him as you slip your now verified ID back into your wallet then pocket.
>”Great to hear! So um, without further ado, shall we begin with the first few pages?”
“Absolutely.”
~
>Long story short, they want you to come in next week the evening after the absolute final tournament to review the official document they will bring over for you to eventually sign if everything goes well.
>However, you are required to take a series of drug tests to prove on paper that there are no traces of supplements or narcotics in your system.
>You have to either do it tomorrow morning or the afternoon after the final tournament next week so it’s proven beyond reasonable doubt that your abilities are completely natural and you’re not snorting steroids or something.
>Any traces of these things they’re checking for will not go away from someone’s body until at least 48 hours after their effects can improve someone’s performance, which is why a “very next day after the competition” maximum timeframe is ideal here.
>They talked with you for about 45 minutes about this since your abilities are basically inhuman level, and they didn’t ask a damn thing about masturbation.
>This is fool proof, it’s like being on a secret permanent stimulant drug that no one can detect or disqualify you for anyway.
>A drug called perpetual restraint.
>The two men in suits did recommend that you still take your time to actually sign the contract regardless of the date of the drug tests to prove everything. Mostly for athletes to have a couple of months time to wind down and then maybe train a little bit but also for them to actually put careful thought into such a huge decision to make a huge legal commitment like this.
>But you’re insistent on doing it now because fuck it, why wait? And you’re “valuable” enough for them to be lenient about this and agree to let you sign even tomorrow if you come to them with the required paperwork and verification.
>Anyway, you’ve decided to have Nurse Redheart perform the drug tests on you tomorrow so it’s long before Celestia or Luna find out about what the guys in suits talked to you about.
>She’s already not involved with the dumb shit Celestia and Luna are trying to pull on you, and she clearly just wants to do her job and get it out of the way.
>You return to the nurse’s office to fine her sending another student out right now.
>”Need something?” She asks.
>You still have the copy of the paperwork in your hand, ready to explain.
>…
>”I dunno, my schedule’s jam packed tomorrow.” Nurse Redheart says to you. “I could try for next week, though.”
>There’s a good chance Celestia and Luna came out of their offices by now and are wondering where you are.
“That sounds kinda good but my own schedule is busy then.” You tell her, not wanting to wait that long.
>Give those two lewd saboteurs zero time to put any odds in their favor.
>”Well I don’t know what to tell ya, because I can’t be able to move my schedule around enough tomorrow because there’s already tons of appointments set. Next week is still clear as long as you hurry, though.”
“Well I’m kind of in a rush, and next week might be too late.”
>”Why’s that?”
“Lots of… personal reasons.” You loosely weasel your way out of that. “Has a lot of things to do with my personal life and the point is I’m in a rush and it would be ideal if I can do it before the day after tomorrow.”
>”Well regardless, my hands are tied. Principal Celestia already has most of tomorrow, Sunday and Monday already set.”
“She scheduled student appointments for you?”
>”Sort of. It’s really only my business.” Redheart sounds more annoyed than anything. “Dunno what she even wants from me but I’m occupied as long as this school is open until Tuesday.”
>Obviously, this is a very difficult situation.
>You continue to debate with Nurse Redheart about who’s schedule (hers or “yours”) works better for a drug test appointment.
>It had to be officially dated on that time and day to confirm that you were tested on that day right after the games were finished for the day.
>It’s quite clear that Nurse Redheart is still more annoyed by her own situation than yours, and she complains about Canterlot High not being open later like Crystal Prep is, where you happened to used to go to in the past.
>”I don’t suppose it would be that much of a problem if I went there again, I’ve done it before for various reasons and everything was fine.”
“Well why can’t it be there, then?“
>”I just explained it to you. It has to be by me, which means it has to be here at CHS where I work and you attend. And here is not open when we have to put the official examination date on paper.”
“Ugh.”
>”I know, I’m sorry. I wish there was more I could do.”
>Your high levels of testosterone keeps making you legally adventurous.
>Continue trying to weasel your way into a deal.
“What if you just put tomorrow’s date on the paper and just do the official test tonight at that school?”
>”I’m not sure if I can do that.”
“I know you wouldn’t have to if it weren’t for Principal Celestia making all of these things complicated, but it’s possible.”
>”Look. Are you going to schedule next week or not?”
“Have you visited Crystal Prep before?”
>”Yes, but that’s irrelevant.”
“How did they let you in?”
>”Their principal gave me my own set of spare keys to use. It’s actually for these same things, sporting events. Where lots of staff are moved around. It’s actually part of what’s making thing a bit hectic right now.”
“You don’t have the keys right now?”
>”No, that was over a week ago. Now I’m dealing with all the students here this week and next week.”
>Ask her multiple times if she can get the keys one more time really quickly.
>Redheart thinks about it to herself for several seconds. She appears very skeptical and hesitant to get onto the same page as you with this.
>”I’d have to ask someone who knows Principal Cadance to get me the spare set anyway. Principal Cadance herself is probably too busy by now and so am I.”
“Is it Principal Celestia you have to ask?”
>”No.”
>You sit there quietly, letting her fill in the blank for you.
>”Okay… so maybe this could work out. Though it’s pretty risky and likely not ethical.”
“I understand.”
>Nurse Redheart goes on to explain that she’s only considering this because her job is already stressful enough as it is and getting your drug tests out of the way extra early only makes her end of this less complicated.
>She makes you promise to not say a single word to anyone at all whatsoever about this, just in case there’s a chance this could technically get her in trouble.
>But holy shit, she actually eventually agreed
>You’re just glad you can do this even earlier now and outside of Celestia and Luna’s jurisdiction.
>Pretty much chalk it up as yet another flawless victory for yourself.
>You leave the school daydreaming about signing that contract and hopping into that fast lane in life.
>Bruh, you’re gonna be a billionaire! A billionaire superstar athlete. And you’ll be known all over the world now, where there’s places far away from this town full of people who don’t hate your rotten guts!
>That will really make the blood of your haters boil like a jacuzzi in Yellowstone.
>Only problem is… ya can’t get laid. Otherwise, there goes your abilities. And in turn, there goes your performance and then your fame and money.
>Shit, do you really want to do this?
>Fuck it, yes you do. You already made it this far without jacking off. Your celebrity schedule’s gonna keep you from having time to even get horny anyway.
>Just like you said before, forget sex, just go out there and win win win.
>Think of all the money you can make, all the cereal boxes you’ll appear on, you’ll probably even meet the president.
>You can have 10 cars, 3 mansions and a helicopter. Rows and rows of trophies, a couple of motorcycles, king-sized feasts for dinner every night, the salty tears of your competition on the side, get to play fucking sports games for a living which you dominate at anyway, this is the life many, many people would love to have and it can all be right there at your fingertips.
>And the only thing you have to give up is ejaculation. Be honest, how many people wouldn’t see this as worth it?
>All it’s gonna do is make your retirement nut more worth it anyway.
>DO IT! JUST… DO IT!
>Don’t let your dreams be dreams, etc. etc.
~
>Neither Celestia nor Luna are available at this time or place.
>Now in your street clothes, you made sure not to fall asleep yet so that way Luna can’t dream-eavesdrop on you about you admitting to coming to your old school overnight.
>The parking lot behind you is empty aside your own car as you walk up to the building.
>Wait in the dark for a couple of minutes listening to the crickets chirp until you notice a pair of headlights approaching the school.
>Start to get a little fidgety until you can confirm that it’s Nurse Redheart.
>You two can barely see eachother after the headlights turn off; Redheart’s footsteps are the best indication of her presence until she starts quietly speaking.
>”Let’s make this quick, m’kay?” Redheart makes the door handle click with her keycard.
>Oh, so it’s a keycard.
“Gotcha.” You answer her.
>You’re both inside, making your way to the nurse’s office as you listen to your footsteps try not to make too many echoes come off of the dark hallway’s marble floor.
>After you’re past the door, the blinds are pulled down to not emit too much light into the hallway.
>And the door to the examination room is locked.
>Nobody else here. It’s just you, and Nurse Redheart.
>Redheart has you sign the papers with tomorrow’s date right away, and then fills everything else out as you sit there wondering if you’ll be needing to take any needles or anything.
>”No, I don’t believe so.” She responds after you ask her. “Hang on, let me check again.”
>The only reason why you asked is because she seems to have already taken out a couple of kits with syringes and alike.
>You’re sure the list of supplements and drugs to look for recent traces of can’t be too long.
>Redheart starts to reach for the lower drawers and shelves, letting the back of her outfit stretch to conform to her body a little bit more.
>She’s got a familiar hourglass shape that reminds you of Celestia but a bit more of a slender look to her.
>That’s probably how many people look because human women are just built this way but your dumb feelings make something about this feel exclusive to Nurse Redheart.
>There’s still only one of her body and you’d be lying if you denied feeling an urge to examine Nurse Redheart’s body a little bit too tonight.
>You don’t know if that thing’s called a dress or a top.
>Whatever it is, it doesn’t go down far enough to overlap or even reach her stockings, leaving a good inch or two of her thighs exposed.
>It keeps your eyes occupied before Redheart stands back up with the loaded syringe in hand with a wet cloth of rubbing alcohol in the other.
>Why is her outfit like this right now? You can’t help but notice.
>It wasn’t like this before, but you think close to nothing of it as you are distracted by the needle incising into your arm.
>Redheart gives you a band-aid, letting the breath from her nose tickle the side of your arm as she presses the thing onto it.
>”You okay?” She noticed you jolt from that before you did.
“Yeah.”
>”Kay.”
>You’re still getting used to having so much power and energy in your body, feeling like you’ll jump through the ceiling at any second.
>Pray to yourself that this energy eases up just a tiny bit so this moment doesn’t get too awkward.
>”Now, I’ll need you to open your mouth wide all the way.” She tells you with a wrapped up popsicle stick in her hand.
>Over the next several minutes, Nurse Redheart samples your tongue, ears, eyes, and so on for any traces of whatever drugs were on the list that you can’t remember now.
>Did she put on some perfume you remember from before? You can’t quite put your finger on it but it feels familiar.
>Why would she put on perfume right before examining a young man your age.
>And it may or may not be making you a little dizzy right now.
>Nurse Redheart takes her chilly fingers and moves your head around, softly pressing her fingers onto the sides of your neck.
>Does the same when she puts her fingers on your arms and torso when necessary.
>There’s something exciting about Nurse Redheart directly touching your skin even in the unintentional ways.
>You know she’s feeling at least some of this too, but probably because it’s natural and she’s just ignoring it like she’s supposed to.
>”Breath in.”
>You obey and breathe in, holding all the air in your lungs with her hand feeling near the middle of your filled up chest..
>”Release.”
>Breathe out, thinking about how Redheart feels about feeling you breathe.
>You don’t even mind this, but Nurse Redheart really likes to move your around into different positions with her own hands.
>Let her hands put you into poses, keeping them inside of your personal space as you listen to her quiet breathing that persists as she examines you.
>“Well you’re definitely healthy, that’s for sure.” Redheart almost makes it sound like a compliment.
“Thanks.”
>”I was just saying. We don’t have any signs of problems, which is good. No traces of any substances, no signs of any health issues, we should be done soon.”
“Oh, okay.” You half wish this would last at least al little longer.
>Every increasingly dirty fantasy crosses your mind at this point; you and Nurse Redheart alone together in here late at night in the locked room, taking turns “examining” eachother.
>These fucking temptation never leave your depraved brain alone, don’t they?
>It’s a good thing Nurse Redheart can’t read your mind, otherwise, the things she would see would be impossible not to at least address with at least a flustered “excuse me, sir, this is just an examination”.
>With the way her hands sometimes linger while holding your head or arms still, it feels like… nevermind, your attention is drawn to a countertop in the room.
>What’s that beaker for?
>…
>Redheart continues to probe the cold stethoscope all around your back and then front again.
>You’re trying your best not to sway back and forth a lot, ready to apologize if she notices and tells you to hold more still.
>Another part of you is wondering what the hell was really in what she injected into you.
>Another minute goes by and you feel slightly less alert.
>Maybe it really is your sleeping pattern though it never made you get tired at this time.
>It doesn’t feel natural this time.
>”Can you arch your back for me?”
>Her hands brushing up against you is making you tremble again.
>All you can do is stay focused.
>It’s all you should do.
>Keep your eyes from looking down as she continues to check your blood pressure and all sorts of things that don’t feel like they make sense in this situation to you.
>Blood pressure is a pretty relevant topic right now.
>At least it’s easy to stay calm now, but perhaps a little too calm.
>You’re so calm that you’re drowsy; drowsy and forgetful as you need to remind yourself not to ogle Nurse Redheart as she’s examining you.
>Was that top button always undone?
>It’s letting you look into Redheart’s top at the little bit of her cleavage you can see.
>Despite how used to this type of thing you’ve gotten, you start to feel something specific starting up inside of your pants, and you have to jump through hoops to think about something other than… Nurse Redheart herself.
>It’s like it’s another episode of trying not to get an awkward boner at the doctor’s office, except she’s the school nurse performing drug tests on you late at night as she’s totally allowed to do for some unrealistically convenient reason that permits this.
>What a world you live in.
>Multi-months long nofaps crank the difficulty up to 200% for these “must not get boner” moments.
>You take your mind off of it the best you c-
>Why is she letting her fingertips slightly dig into your underwear a little as she glides her hands along?
>Why are you feeling even more drowsy despite this making your heart skip a beat?
>”I’ll need you to lean back for me.”
>You’re hesitant to budge, having second thoughts about what’s going on.
>But Nurse Redheart gives you a gentle nudge which apparently immediately leans you back, as if your strength is absent.
>Not as if; it really is absent.
>”Can you pull your shirt up for me?”
>You do as she tells you, letting her momentarily knead those chilly fingers down onto your abdomen.
>Difficulty is now 999%.
>It occurs to you that your abs are peculiarly relaxed right now, even when you try to tense them, finding nowhere near enough core strength needed to sit back up if you wanted to.
>You pray that she doesn’t notice the rising bulge before it eventually goes away after you overwhelm your own hormones once more with your own will.
>Holy shit, it actually worked.
>But nothing could prepare you for the words she dares to speak next.
>”How many times a week do you masturbate?”
>You swear she didn’t just ask that, there’s no reason for that question.
“Huh?”
>”You know, masturbate.” She repeats. “How often, like 3 days, 5 days a week?”
“Why?”
>”From what I understand, you haven’t in the past several months.” She reveals that there’s something she knows.
“S-so?”
>The very conversation is making it almost start up in your pants again despite your monstrous restraint.
>”You should realize how unhealthy that is. Both physically and mentally.” Redheart tells you. “It might even cause you to lose sight of your judgement and empathy.”
>You’re not stupid, you already pieced this shit together.
>She’s on Celestia’s side, she drugged you up so you can’t use your extreme physical ability to escape, and she probably wants to make you shoot all your power out in spurts to prevent your chances at justifying your shitty behavior with great success with that agency.
>Try to sit up, but Nurse Redheart simply and gently pushes you back down to the reclined examining chair/table.
“Hey…”
>”It’s alright, it’s alright. I’m going to help you for good reasons. And you’ll understand after we’re through.”
“Through with what? I wanna stop the drug tests now. I’ll do it somewhere else.” You grasp at ways to pressure her into stopping before she can do too much to you. “Lemme go and I won’t tell anyone you did this. But only if you let me go.”
>Your brain swore that would be enough of a blackmail, but her eyes don’t care, her hand stroking the side of your arm doesn’t care.
“I’ll do it. I’ll take you down with me.”
>She doesn’t even respond to it, only takes the beaker and places it closer on the side table.
>You know what it’s for now.
>All of your threats are blatantly ignored as Redheart proceeds regardless of anything you say.
>”Now, I need you to get an erection. ‘Kay?”
“…”
>”’Kay?”
>You still don’t answer her, trying to stare forward and pretend you didn’t hear that, failing badly when she undoes another button.
>Her cleavage lures your eyes in, and you can feel yourself losing the battle to put down the uprising in your pants.
>”It’s okay, that’s all I need you to do. I’ll do the rest.” She can already see it happening under there.
“I… shouldn’t…” You can barely blurt anything out.
>The reason why lies somewhere in her hand without-warning massaging your provoked genitals through the clothes.
>”There ya go. That’s good.” Nurse Redheart emphasizes. “I need it completely erect. Can ya do that for me?”
>Your head shakes no, but your member screams yes louder and louder as Redheart whispers polite orders for you to get hard in your pants.
>There’s no way to resist when she’s pressing her partially exposed tits into your personal space and against your side.
>More undone buttons present her frilly black bra underneath you desperately try not to look at.
>It fits her so well. Redheart uses her own anatomy she’s well familiar with as a tool to subdue you by the hormones.
>With the top falling off her shoulders, Redheart keeps her other hand surveying your crotch to feel if you’re completely erect yet, as her free hand grabs you by the wrist.
>Your weakened hand is submerged into Redheart’s cleavage, and your wrist is made to drag the middle of her bra downward.
>She tugs her bra straps off her smooth shoulders so they’re out of the way, and you’re made to pull Nurse Redheart’s bra further down.
>”This’ll help.” She quietly lets the bra cups get dragged away from her pink nipples.
>Whatever sedative she put into you keeps you from being able to pull your hand out.
>Redheart can see that your body has done exactly what she needed it to do, and starts to undo the front of your pants.
>Hardly any energy to show even noticeable struggle, and she gets your pants pulled down to your knees in several seconds before reaching for your boxers.
>There’s no hope in making your boner go away at any rate, and you’re soon made bare with your erection standing straight up for her.
>Redheart wraps her fingers around it and insistently begins to stroke the shaft up and down in a specific way, making the possibility of going soft again nonexistent.
>She puts the most pressure from her fingers near the underside of your tip, making the whole shaft tense and jolt involuntarily within her calculated grip.
“N-nurse…” You squeak, realizing there’s no way out of this and that you’ve been had.
>”I’ll help you to the other side of this.” She now exerts even pressure around the whole shaft and strokes with more sincerity. “You’ll understand in just a moment.”
>Keep trying to jump out of the bed like you imagine in your mind; Redheart gives you a smile of a mix of pity and thirst.
>Almost buck your hips away from her, but she just holds you still and continues making your body do what it’s supposed to do.
>Both of you are breathing faster. Both out of arousal but yours is mixed with fear while Nurse Redheart’s arousal is mixed with determination.
>”You’re doing great!”
>She’s masturbating you like she knows your dick better than you do, increasing the stimulation you feel faster than you could do yourself.
>Nurse Redheart is blushing profusely but her expression itself is calm and focused.
>She knows everything she needs to know about this to make it happen no matter what you do, and she’s using it.
>You’re at the mercy of her procedure, and her readiness helps her stay completely in tune with your body in the most intimate-
“No!”
>Her face didn’t change when she felt your dick give in with a prolonged, involuntary tense; she expected this, having deliberately caused it herself.
>The only part of your body convulsing is your pelvic area and nethers; everything else is nearly asleep.
>She probably thought the little buck you did with your hips as your buttocks clenched was cute.
>You keep whimpering, she keeps shushing you.
>In one adept motion, she rolls you to your side facing her, holds the beaker in the path of where your semen is just starting to shoot out, and goes back to stroking you with a full-effort exertion of finality.
>Even in this hopeless moment, you try to think of a way to prevent this ejaculatory movement or block it all from coming out.
>The audible spurts crash into the far end of the beaker, spreading creamy white drips everywhere inside that would have definitely been hell to clean up had it been outside of the damn thing.
>…
>There it goes… everything you’ve built up after all this time.
>…
>Even after the climax is done, she keeps going, not giving you any respite.
>Nurse Redheart milks you dry until the beaker is more than half full.
>”You did amazingly. I’m so proud of you.”
“You just jacked me off into a fucking jar!” You blurt, exhausted. “You fucking…” You wheeze for air. “You fucking…”
>”Shhh, it’s okay. You need to breathe.” Nurse Redheart strokes your forehead with her clean hand. “You might have broken another record too.” She looks at the sheer amount of pure nut in the beaker that’s enough for an anime figurine to dive into and never hit the bottom.
>Her fingers were holding the beaker of your massive hot load for long enough to not be cold anymore.
>”Vice Principal Luna knows Principal Cadance.” Nurse Redheart explains. “She told her everything she needed to know, and then Principal Cadance met with me earlier today.”
“Wha…”
>”She convinced me of a thing or two, before an impromptu examination.” Redheart tells you as she unlocks the door and leaves through it with her tits boldly still all the way out.
>The echo of her footsteps gets more distant as your eyes dart around the room.
>You look down at the beaker she left there, internally trying to figure out how to quickly suck it all back into your dick and balls cell-style and regain your power.
>What the fuck are you even thinking? The sedative is intoxicating you at this point.
>She probably detected it in the drug tests and ignored it because you’re tripping empty balls right now.
>”Very good. I’m proud of you.” The voice you recognize as Principal Cadance approaches with double the footstep echoes.
“No fucking way.”
>Both of them enter the room, perfume scent really intensifying now.
>”Nice to see you again.” Cadance bites her lower lips as Redheart puts her arm around her. “It’s been a bit.”
“It was you?”
>You walked even deeper into her dominion without realizing it.
>”Don’t worry about it, everything’s going to be okay.”
“This isn’t over!”
>”Yes it is. But it’s okay.”
“It’s not!” You feel your aggression building up anyway. “It’s not over!” You can’t even find enough energy to shout.
>”Shhh.” Nurse Redheart holds you close to herself.
>Cadance surprises her with a kiss on the lips that grows deeper with Redheart’s enthusiastic response to it.
“It’s… not over!” You sound just like a defeated anime villain but cheesier and more pathetic.
>”I think I know what’ll make you feel better.” Cadance finally releases the other woman from the kiss. “Miss Redheart, my subject, how would you like to cure him of his virginity?”
>Your heart flutters but sinks, trying not to totally want this.
>”Hmm? Would you like that?” Cadance turns to you as she asks you this. “Get rid of that frustration once and for all.”
>”I’d like to.” Breathes Redheart.
>Cadance turns back to her. “I command you to relieve him of his virginity. Cure him.”
>Nurse Redheart obediently reaches up her skirt and slips her panties down from underneath.
>Your eyes shoot wide, but you’re in a dramatically different mood when you try to verbally respond to this.
“Yeah? Really?” You didn’t realize how excited you sound when that came out.
>Weakly resist Cadance holding you down by the shoulders as Redheart climbs onto the examination chair/table with you.
>You didn’t even notice her pulling everything below your waist all the way off, which now lies on the floor beside her panties.
>”It’s okay, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Nurse Redheart tangles her legs with yours until she’s got you locked between her thighs and sink herself down onto you.
>Cadance keep her bear hug tightly restraining your upper body as if it mattered.
>They can feel how fast your heart is beating, and comfort you as Nurse Redheart positions her own nethers on top of your returning erection.
>She keeps you still so it’s harder to move to the side or slip your tip back away from her vulva.
>”I’m proud of ya.” Redheart repeats during the  couple of seconds it takes for you to fully enter her. “Just let it happen, hon.”
>And just like that, you give in and obey her.
>Nurse Redheart leans into you and holds you close to herself to comfort you more.
>”I told you you’d understand.” She says after feeling you reciprocating the advances. “Let’s finish this thing off.”
>Cadance doesn’t stop telling you how happy she is for you as Redheart pins you into a proper mating embrace with her lips latching with yours that stay latched even with her increasingly turbulent humping.
“This isn’t over.” You say internally, implying the opposite with the sounds you externally make.
>Nurse Redheart brings you to a nearby hospital bed where she then resumes her coitus with you as Cadance holds you from behind.
>Sandwiched between these two, you can almost feel their scent spreading to your body you surrendered to them.
>Redheart looks down at you between kisses and strokes the side of your face, smiling warmly at how welcomingly you’re accepting this.
>”You should stay in town.” She says to you. “There’s some people you need to patch things up with. But that’ll come a little later.”
>You know who she’s talking about.
>”Right now, you need to relax a little.” She intensifies her humping until she knows she pushed you over the edge again. “There we go…”
>They both felt you squirm a little, and sincerely held you in place as the climax took you over.
>”We’re so proud of you.” One of them congratulates you for surrendering as you keep cumming. “We can begin the real healing now. You didn’t need that pointless little virginity anyway.”
>You gradually pass out in their embrace, having broken personal records even in your first loss. But you happily accept this because your brain gets stupid in the drugged-up afterglow.
>They got you.
>But as you walk through the valley a few miles away from the shadow of death in your dreams, you vow that they will never get you again after this.
~
>…
>You faded awake before you even knew where you are.
>In bed staring at the ceiling, you do everything to recollect your thoughts and ambitions in spite of what just happened.
>Now you’ve come to your senses, but at a grave sacrifice.
>You stay like this in some abstract form of “intensive care” for a while before Nurse Redheart comes by to check in on you.
>She stays by your bedside and talks with you for a little bit.
>You have to say you honestly feel some sort of connection to her now.
>She was your first, and there’s something almost magical about talking with the woman who relieved you of your virginity. It’s like she became sacred or something through that.
>Or, more or less, your friend. (with benefits, obviously)
>There could be a whole list of things you apologized for as she looked after you on the weekend at Crystal Prep.
>Because of legal reasons, she and Cadance are required to allow you to keep the documents, not like it matters anyway since you don’t have the skillz to back up your claims anymore, at least it doesn’t seem like you will.
>You’ve been extremely exhausted for about 48 hours now, haven’t felt like this in like half a year… right before you started your month long nofap.
>It’s starting to look like it’s all over, and you know for a fact that Celestia and Luna found out about what happened to you by now.
>At least there was a probable final competition that was just cancelled today. Effectively giving you an absolutely perfect record, which sets a brand new record for any student at CHS.
>Problem is, everyone still hates you, and you can’t afford to have people hate you anymore because you ain’t shit now.
>The only way to ever regain your abilities is to get back on that nofap again until you recapture your previous glory.
>But it feels different now that you know what sex feels like. Your spite and ambition has dwindled to barely half of what motivated you to gather so much restraint in the first place.
>You feel like you have purpose in life, and in turn, you have relinquished the cooler purpose you had in life before Nurse Redheart took you by surprise.
>You lack the discipline and motivation you had before, which fucking blows, but you have to do something about this.
>…
>After a little bit, you give the two men a call (they previously gave you their contact info right after the initial sit-down with them was over) and tell them that they were right and it’s better if you wait a month or two to think things over and officially sign the contract.
>Guess what you can do in two months?
>But the real question is: should you?
>What kind of question is that? Of course you’re gonna keep being an asshole. Fuck this. You wanna be rich, famous, and have an easy life from which you spite ur haterz.
>This is NOT over.
~
>Wake up in the bed on the morning you’re to be “discharged”.
>No one missed you over the weekend.
>You were only allowed to get up to eat and stuff; Redheart’s back at CHS.
>”So~” The voice that woke you says.
>Drowsily look over at Principal Cadance wearing absolutely nothing on her body but 5 items.
>2 white tight thigh-high socks, 1 pink miniskirt barely reaching pocket-length, an excessively undersized schoolgirl top with the bottom 2/3 cut away, and a jittery, horny smile.
>Her nipples too perky to hide under that thin cloth, her skirt too short to keep her vulva from being slightly exposed.
>”I understand you haven’t masturbated in a couple of days.” Principal Cadance leans in. “That’s okay, I’ll take care of it. No need for magazines when I’m here.”
>Whenever Principal Cadance is ready to directly strike, she gets entirely naked, decorated with overly-scanty “clothes” like it’s her tradition for the occasion.
>Her confidence makes you too scared to respond. The flowery aroma of her perfume make you dizzy.
>”I just thoroughly fucked my school’s dress code.” Principal Cadance whispers. “Lemme do the same to you.”
>She gets under the covers with you and lies on top, letting your shaky hands push away at her plentiful bare skin.
>Principal Cadance’s smooth softness lures your groping hands under her “clothes” like honey in a bee trap.
>She got your pants and boxers pulled down before you had a chance to react, and presses her exposed nether region onto yours.
>It’s impossible not to let the feeling of her bare vulva kissing your unveiled member make an immediate erection start.
>Stimulation in the most direct way possible.
>She shudders with a grin as she feels your dick stand up against her vulva, letting it nudge its way inside.
>”I recommend you cum at least every week.”
>As Principal Cadance humps you on the morning before setting you free, you vow this shall be the last time you ever do so.
>You will have to find a way to exert more restraint than you ever have in your life, even more than you have in the past few months.
>The coming days are going to be an uphill battle, but you can’t let all of your progress slip away like this; you were amazing out there.
>At least you thought you were, everyone else just didn’t get it.
>All those jealous competitors and un-entertained spectators.
>They don’t understand what it’s like to have a real chance at being the best ever, they don’t know what the battle between desire and struggle feels like.
>How long has it been just now? You feel like you blacked out during the course of something.
>”C’mon, I’m not letting your mind wander off that easily.” Principal Cadance’s voice tells you, her mysterious perfume reasserting itself.
>You see her face right in front of yours.
>”I want to tell you a little secret, love.” She whispers exhaustedly, breathing and sighing like she just ran a marathon for you. “Something I’ve wanted to say for a while… but couldn’t say it until after I got ahold of you.”
>What is she saying?
“What are you saying?”
>”I have felt your tension for a long time.” Principal Cadance says to you. “You didn’t know it, but I was proud of you at first. Back towards the end of November.”
>You let out another sound for some reason, not knowing where you are at the moment.
>”When you first started competing, I was impressed by your resolve against your urges. I never saw anything like that before, but I knew it wasn’t healthy for you.”
>You try to respond, but her lips block you from talking at all.
>Fail to talk into Cadance’s mouth, only sighing instead before she releases the kiss.
>”Everything is going to be okay, my subject.” She continues. “Let me explain the rest.”
>Nod to her, almost as though she’s controlling it.
>Principal Cadance smiles down at you as she eventually continues.
>It’s clear that the next kiss she plants on your lips was one she couldn’t hold back.
>This woman is not like the average woman at all, she is a deity of love and sex manifested into a human body, powers included.
>And you have provoked her very nature.
>Ever her voice is getting a little shaky with excitement.
>”You became arrogant and narcissistic. But unlike everyone else, I knew what was really happening. You were losing sight of yourself. You lost control of your emotions and your judgement was hopelessly more clouded with each passing day you resisted your urges to masturbate. You’re not yourself when you get to that point. So I needed to help you get back to yourself.”
>It’s now when you realized that Principal Cadance is still on top of you, humping you like there’s no tomorrow.
>”I tried to get you out of it, but your restraint at the time was too strong for any kind of pheromone. I couldn’t trust you to have caved in during your alone time, and you soon became even more lost over the months, and I couldn’t do much of anything ever since you switched schools.”
>She bites her lip, letting your watch her bedroom-eyes-donning face move up and down nose-to-nose with yours.
>”I had no other choice but to bring Celestia and Luna into this. It was my best option. I couldn’t let you keep going down that path, but you kept going, and I had no choice but to convince them to get more and more physical with you. Just to help nudge you into that mood. This mood. It’s for the best.”
>You can feel her arms wrap tighter around you, between your back and the bedsheets, and lift you up to meet her lips again.
>It’s easy to see how comfortable she is with you, especially now that you’re at her mercy like this.
>”Celestia and Luna will not say a word any more than myself or Nurse Redheart. We all want the same thing, here. Now let me just…” Principal Cadance clumsily repositions herself.
>Try to speak but she shushes you.
>Your attention is directed under her lone micro skirt; discover you haven’t entered her yet because you got excited and shifted around.
>Principal Cadance is trying to correct this, and she needs your help in letting her slide her vulva up your underside to your tip.
>Voluntarily put your arms around her exposed torso even just to feel the touch of the soft skin of her bare back and towards her abdomen.
>Her abdomen itself is even softer. Principal Cadance’s bellybutton stretches vertically as she arches her back and mesmerizingly gyrates her hips into proper mating position, with that tiny thin top exposing just enough underboob to still loosely conceal her perky, erect nipples.
>She takes all of this and rubs it against you, spreading her scent all over you with her exposed perfumed body.
>Your mind is so taken away by Principal Cadance’s excessively skimpy attire presenting easy access to that mostly naked body of hers.
>So taken away that she snuck the tip of your cock snug between her vulva without your knowledge.
>You cock stands up against her soft vulva, playfully battling with it until she wins by enveloping you.
>Surrendering to Cadance’s advances, you’re made to push your way deeper into her.
>Th divine goddess’s eyes light up as she feels it happen as you do, excitedly squealing in delight because this means the world to her.
>Principal Cadance was grinding you before, but now she’s humping you as you’re finally length-deep.
>She plants rhythmic kisses around the base of your shaft with her vulva that hugs it, and sighing shakily with a twitterpated grin on her face.
>”Wanna see these?” She gleefully lifts her “top” away from her perky nipples, softly jabbing you with them and pressing her chest onto you, still humping. “Don’t you just love this?”
>A shuddering “YES” has been squeezed out of you.
>“I want you to remember this.” Principal Cadance thoroughly fucks you as she had promised.
>Principal Cadance mercifully takes her sweet time with you.
>Her smile becomes more and more filled with joy
“How? Why?” Your whole body gets addicted to feeling Principal Cadance on top of it.
>”That’s not important. I have my ways. What matters is that we got to you before it was too late, we’re here together now, and you can heal your heart just like you’re supposed to.”
“What is all this?” You question all this cult-like talk. “Why are you even saying all this?”
>”I’m telling you everything now so we can trust eachother. It’s important that we keep no secrets moving on. I want us to be at peace, my love. You, me and everybody else.”
>Something about “make love, not war” runs through your head.
>Principal’s embrace on you grows tighter as she progresses the moment, and it becomes a tight hug in the bed with the fronts of your bodies rubbing as Cadance does anything but cease her humping.
>”You really were a tough nut to crack, weren’t you?” Cadance tells you.
>Last. Time.
>That’s the only thing you keep internally saying to yourself to memorize it.
>After this, never again.
>No load shall escape you.
>The look on her face makes you want to lean back again, and you tell her this with your body.
>That smile she has is so warm and enthusiastic about this union you two currently have.
>You had a feeling she was passionate about sex, but this looks like it means something to her on an emotional level as well.
>”See how beautiful things can be?” She lets you lean back, keeping her embrace tight and ending up lying on top of you.
>If you didn’t know any better, you might have guessed she was about to burst into tears of joy.
>This somehow doesn’t feel odd to you, all the elements of Cadance’s presence assures you that this makes sense, and you’re not opposed.
>Feeling a woman in this way isn’t anything like you used to fantasize. It’s like seeing the wonders of the world in person instead of in a picture.
>There’s so much you can’t translate into words or pictures, and you can only understand by feeing this act of human nature take place between you two.
>What it actually is was never real to you until you fell to the purpose Redheart’s advances and, now those of Cadance.
>One thing is for certain, you’re not going to be able to put this out of your head, which is exactly where Cadance’s intentions lie.
>Principal Cadance shuts her eyes and holds you close, her breaths become wholesome and drawn out upon her making the decision to simply drive you right into climax.
>Guess she lost her patience, but she lost it gracefully.
>Now nothing is held back, and Cadance lets you fall further and further into your state of raw libido with what she’s doing with you, and it feels like a mutual state of agreement between you two as Cadance brings the climax out of you.
>You both saw it coming from a mile away, and Cadance trembles as she feels you release into her.
>She’s starting to mean something to you just like how you mean something to her, but you’re too absent minded to think about anything other than gushing the last of your energy into the goddess of love.
>She won, and maybe you’re gonna okay with that from here on out.
>Maybe you’ll change your mind once your judgement eventually comes back to you.
>Do you really want this to be the last time? You’re questioning a lot of things as the climax transforms into afterglow, and Cadance nuzzles her face into you with a desire to stay in the bed all the way until she has to get up and run her school.
>”Listen.” Cadance lets out yet another drained but relaxed sigh. “I know you have it in you to be more decent to people. And I know you’d love to do this again sometimes. I could feel that.”
“…Maybe…”
>”You should really consider yourself lucky I did this for you. But I must ask something of you as well.”
>Silently wait for her to continue.
>”When I say that Celestia and Luna are… lonely, I mean something by that.”
>She rests her head on your shoulder blade.
>”They understand you’ve been very frustrated for a long time, but you must understand that they have been frustrated as well even without you in the picture. I’m sure, you know where I’m going with this.”
“You mean, that, I’ll get to-” You stop as you see her nodding. “But why though?”
>”There’s too much to explain and I’d rather just enjoy this moment. But do know that it’s necessary that you confront them, at least. After all that’s happened between you and them. I promise they’ll forgive you.”
>The more she talks to you about these things, the more something feels a little off after you’re told you’re about to be set free back into the world.
>This doesn’t feel real.
>It feels like she’s bribing you with heavy-handed promises even more sex in order to keep you tame.
>And you want to accept more than anything else, because you’re not even thinking about your future or that contract at the moment.
>You know you swore to never let this happen again but you’re starting to have your doubts about whether or not that’s a smart idea.
>It’s fuckin’ free sex, basically. These circumstances are the only reason it’s possible but that only gives you more reasons to accept this while it’s still an option for you.
>It’s like she could tell you were thinking something like this, because she only wants to prolong the fun time.
>Principal Cadance pulls out her signature virgin-killer sweater. “I wanna get into this. Give me a hand.”
>It was at this moment that you knew that the story of your athletic career is coming to a close.
>Because you lurched forward on your own, wrapped your arms around her and deeply kissed her on the lips.
>You didn’t want that last time to be THE last time, you don’t want that path anymore.
>Now, you want Principal Cadance; you need her. And that’s okay, because this is her intentions.
>She grins, gives you a moan and kisses you back, happy that you two are on the same page now.
>She already won, and you already lost, but both of you are working together to please eachother more just because.
>Just because you love how it feels so much. Cadance has successfully converted you.
>Under her body and entering her again, you want to submit to her mercy again only because you love her.
>She not only allows you, but encourages you to effortlessly lift the flimsy little half-top away from her nipples and pull it above her head as she raises her arms.
>You take the rim of her mini skirt and lift it up off of her as well, needing to tug it past her breasts for a second or two. It’s the only way to remove it with you humping upwards between her smooth thighs.
>The knee socks come off as well, leaving her beauty in total nakedness for you to gaze at, and the only thing Principal Cadance is going to put on is the sweater.
>You help her slip the sweater over herself as she enjoys herself on top of you, her soft ass quietly slapping against the front of your hips.
>Exchange the feeling of coitus between one another on the bed.
>The sweater keeps enough of Principal Cadance exposed for you to feel her bare skin anywhere you want.
>This will not be the last time, you want it to be far from the case.
>Forget the contract, you can’t care about it right now. You want Principal Cadance.
>You surrender yourself to her even more than before with an embrace that is from you as much as it is from her.
>Fuck the way you acted before, Cadance is in the right.
>Enough arousal-driven energy fills you to push yourself forward until you’re on your knees on the bed with Cadance, embracing her tightly against your body with your member still inside.
>Each of you are going so sincerely on eachother that it’s like you’re losing your virginity all over again, reaching a whole new level.
>This love won’t just stop after this moment ends, it’s going to haunt you and you’re going to welcome it.
>”I NEED you to cum!” Principal Cadance strains as her restraint disappears behind her most determined humping yet. “Please, please right now!”
>You can feel it, she’s climaxing right now and wants to do it at the same time as you.
>Return her actions and hump her back just as intensely with the embrace just as tight as before, both of you on your knees on the bedsheets together.
>Both of you make groaning noises, heightening in pitch, both of you doing everything you can to make this combined climax happen this instant.
>It all collides like two gamma rays running head on into eachother, and you feel the force of one another rock your entire bodies into primal shuddering.
>This sustains itself for some time, and you two fall over together into to sheets.
>Principal Cadance is giddily sigh-laughing and kissing your lips, excitedly hugging you like a teddy bear.
>You don’t want to let her go just yet.
>Each of your hearts are racing, each of you shed tears of joy as you hold and love one another.
>This is what she wanted you to discover.
>You have surrendered to her lustful wrath, and now you do the same for her mercy.
>…
>Before you know it, you’re sent back out after dressing back up and having to put a poker face on as though nothing happened to you.
>Your brain is so scrambled that you have no idea where you are at first.
>This is one of the schools, right? You thought it was the heavens.
>Whatever you do, do not sign that contract or get involved with that future that will keep you away from Principal Cadance.
>She is the only thing you need in this world now; everything else is over. It has to be.
>You are a changed man, no longer arrogant and…
>The cool breeze that hits your face keeps this story from ending just yet.
>You were sweating so much that it almost felt like a day with freezing temperatures when a cool early summer breeze hit your face.
>And made you realize that you’re still on Earth, and you have a life to live on it.
>Now you can maybe squabble around for some common sense after Cadance did you like nothing before.
>Everything you and her did together has spread all the way to the core of your well being.
>This goddess and her advances got even a stubborn narcissist like you rethinking his life choices.
>She fucked you right out of your own free will.
>You know and love what already happened to you. But;
>What’s happening to you?
>…
~
>Very distracting memories flutter around in your head as you walk back to your car that’s been sitting there for a couple of days.
>It feels like your arms and legs are heavier, the distance to your car is longer, it’s better to drive than to walk around.
>But it takes more strength to hold down the gas pedal with your foot.
>By the time you make it back to your place, you fall back onto your bed and sigh at the ceiling, letting the sheets underneath you get warmer the longer you rest on them.
>Slowly but surely, your free will begins to seep back into you.
>Hours and phone calls go by resulting in you agreeing with the athletic agency that you might go ahead and sign now with your test results at the ready (that you were allowed to keep).
>And not two but three months later, you’ll start trying out for various things you’ve already signed for.
>You’ll just tell them you’re in a great resting period that’s lasted the whole weekend, and that’s why you’ll seem so drowsy when you meet them again.
>Had you not been yourself, CHS would have thrown a congratulatory party for you upon your return on Monday for breaking so many records and setting new ones.
>Like they’re going to do that after the way you acted, might as well stay home and sleep. It’s more comfy this way and you don’t have to awkwardly encounter anyone who’s jealous of you for things you’re not even able to do right now.
>Sleep with no memory of what you dreamt.
>…
>At the town’s rec center.
>Okay, so here you are, knowing that you already passed everything for the school year, finished all your competitions and won with flying colors.
>Not only that, but everyone hates you enough to not even miss you when you’re gone. They legally can’t do anything about you playing hooky from here on out and would probably just mark you present anyway just to not have to put up with you persistently and thickheadedly complaining or something.
>There is NO REASON to go back to school.
>So, fuck it, here you are. Now convinced that it’s okay to be here instead of the school.
>You’re an adult anyway, so it’s not like you have to be told what to do by your parents or anything. They don’t even fucking exist.
>It really sucks how you haven’t run as many laps as you used to.
>You barely did half of them, and you used to be less tired at the end too.
>It’s a good thing barely anyone comes here, otherwise you’d be embarrassed right about now.
>Maybe you should try visiting the weight room.
>After going in, you wait for the one guy whom you usually see in there to leave, just in case your shortcomings extended to your strength which you’re already sure happened anyway.
>Sit around for 45 minutes until he’s gone.
>Okay, let’s try some shit.
>Pick up the usual dumbbell you pick up and yep it feels so much heavier.
>This can’t be.
>A little voice within you tells you to use this anger to your advantage and re-build your strength.
>So you curl and curl and curl with your arms, but you’re too normal to do what you used to be able to do.
>Well shit, this blows.
>Try again, but you’re sore now.
>And your patience has yet to wear out.
>You want to keep trying, now realizing that you waited an awfully long time for that other guy to leave the room you’re now inside of.
>Usually, you wouldn’t be able to sit in one spot for 5 minutes, yet that bench outside is still warm from your ass sitting on it for 9 times that amount.
>How can this be?
>Well, you already know, but you still don’t want to accept it.
>Though, you already won everything.
>Think about it, you don’t have to see Celestia or Luna anymore… or Cadance or Redheart anymore… and all the games are over and you… don’t have to do anything for… months…
>You lost your train of thought.
>The memories have come back to haunt you.
>First when you thought abut Celestia and Luna, but especially when you thought of Cadance and Redheart.
>Because of the physical experiences that have been burned into your memory.
>You can’t just make yourself forget it.
>And it plays with your judgement like a toy even up to this very moment.
>Maybe you should go back to them and keep what you have while you’re still technically ahead.
>Yes, you’re tired and weak right now, and Nurse Redheart took your virginity away.
>And Cadance made sure of it just to double check, planting certain feelings into you that make something start up in your pants right in this moment as you try to focus on regaining strength.
>Decide to just stop, there’s no way you can focus.
>You’re not even sweating that much but you need to get yourself into the showers.
>There’s not enough restrain in you to make this boner go away, because the cause that it was all for was game-ended in the past. Now your heart’s not in it.
>Stand in the shower with the water on, ready to begin until an instance of clarity comes over you: Nah.
>Wouldn’t that work against what you’re about to try to do for three months anyway?
>Maybe you’ll just do it one last time in here, ceremonially so it has a sense of finality to it. And it’s official and on your own terms.
>…Won’t feel as good, though.
>The memory of Crystal Prep’s principal and CHS’s nurse on top of you is something beating off in the shower can’t even compare to. It’ll just come off as unsatisfying.
>Fuck it, just wait for the boner to (eventually) go down.
>How the fuck are you going to show restraint after a week long nofap if you’re bullshitting yourself into breaking one after like a day?
>It stays up for the next 10 minutes or so before you’ve been ignoring it long enough to go down.
>You expected it to be a tense moment with you having to grab each of your hands by the wrists, however that would even logistically work.
>But all you had to do was just ignore it, even with the thoughts of Cadance in your mind, you locked your hands behind your back and let your blood flow out of your dick and back into everywhere it belongs, like your arms, legs, etc.
>Okay, great. Now jus-
>The next couple of minutes sees it happening again and you eventually caving in because you’re naked and it’s all going to conveniently wash down the drain anyway so fuck it, you don’t care.
>Okay, THAT was the last time. For real this time.
>Once you leave the shower, you realize that you have Cadance’s scent on you before you got in, because you still smell it on yourself now.
>And something about it feels connected to you not feeling bad about breaking your restraint, rationalizing it to yourself as to why it’s a good idea.
>Yeah, whatever, you’ll just start the nofap proper tomorrow.
>You’ll start actually lifting and exercising too. Today’s your break day or cheat day as they call it.
>Why?
>Well, you already caved in once, didn’t you?
>All of this bloats up in your mind as the day goes on with you becoming more and more content with your current inescapable situation.
>…
>You constantly have to beat back the possibility of giving Cadance some form of contact, which you know how to do.
>If you’re going to start excelling again, you have to put your foot down.
>Re-enter your room and continue your plans regarding meeting up with the couple of old men from the athletic agency.
>You might be able to comfortably tell them that you don’t have to return to CHS anymore, just in case they ask you if you gathered your final trophy or not.
>Can’t really imagine a reason why they’d need to see it, so it’s whatever. These guys are just about the paperwork.
>As for your college prospects, you have it already planned out.
>You might be able to move into your dorm at the start of the summer well before your potential roommate is even chosen, since the system of the university that accepted you allows this for students who have things like athletic scholarships.
>With this, you start sending them emails and making phone calls to get in touch once again.
>It’s boring, but you can spice it up with a few more visits to the rec center.
>You’ve made a couple of trips to the store to get sports drinks or whatever to start you off, just for a jump start.
>…
>Here you go, day 2.
>This time, it’s serious.
>You’re not about to be a weakling today, that’s a thing of the past.
>As you go past one of the nearby mirrors in one of the hallways that this place has set up, you notice how tired you look.
>Fuck that, you’re not tired. You’re not tired because you don’t want to be tired.
>Your body is still is considerably good shape from all those times you murdered the competition in those tournaments.
>This should be easy.
>Get your blood pumping a bit and head over to the treadmill, ready to run as many miles as you can.
>Just build yourself back up little by little and undo all of this.
“Aight, we’re doing this once.”
>Get going.
>Okay, you’ve been running for a minute and a half now, not bad.
>Your stamina seems to be holding up just fine.
>This is a pretty comfortable speed, but you know that your past self would have had the speed set to a higher value after getting bored with something like this.
>Gotta live up to your past glory; crank up that treadmill speed.
>Okay, now this shit’s kicking into full gear… but you’re not.
>Start to get out of breath by the time you reach 3 or 4 minutes.
>Ignore it, you got this.
>Now your legs are starting to get tired.
>Shit, you weren’t ready.
>Palms are sweaty, knees weak etc. etc.
>Get angry and turn the speed up even more.
>7 minutes.
>You’re wheezing now.
>But you don’t dare to touch that dial until you reach your ever receding satisfaction.
>Start to growl as you challenge yourself.
>There’s your stubbornness, at least. But it’s in the wrong body now; you’re too weak to afford it.
>But you turn the speed up anyway.
>Growl all the way into the surface of the treadmill where you shoes should be.
>Do a couple of tumbles until the treadmill spits you off of the back of it.
>Get back on, it shoots you back off.
>Walk around it and turn it off, expecting to have gone 8 miles by now but you haven’t even gone 3.
>Fall down onto your ass with your lungs gasping for a break.
>Look around at the couple of other gym-goers staring at you, one of them holding back laughter.
“The fuck y’all lookin at?” You double over and huff with your cheek on the floor.
>God fucking damn it.
~~~
>Treadmills are shit, they’re stupid and frankly pointless.
>They can let you get off at any time, while running to an actual destination requires you to finish what you started one way or another.
>This is where running around in the woods comes into play.
>Feel the wind blowing through your hair and onto the sweat on your face.
>Fuck a speed dial, you can change the speed at any time and pace you want without pressing anything.
>Finally, a good substitute for a treadmill.
>Why the hell can’t you just make your own at-home gym?
>With blackjack and hookers but really only the gym part.
>Working out shouldn’t require you to depend on someone else’s equipment, you had everything going great for you before.
>…
>Nice ideas tend to come to you when you’re alone and doing some form of physical activity that’s like meditation for you.
>Not much more than several minutes later, you already have it plotted out in your head.
>Outside is already your treadmill, and all the supplies and stuff you’ll soon pack for college will be your weights.
>On top of that, you can use flights of stairs with stuff your carrying to be sure not to miss leg day.
>Granted, there’s less positions you can move around from.
>Gotta admit, that pokes a massive hole in this idea.
>You don’t really even have a reason to not just stay home without fapping until you have enough energy to show off at the gym again; actually…
>Yeah, why the fuck didn’t you think of that?
>Maybe you can just sit around and watch TV most of the time anyway.
>Make the best of this stupid situation while you’re at it, there ya go.
>It’s getting a little late by the time you get back to the main roads after almost getting lost.
>All things considered, you can at least said you got laid out of all this.
>Many guys your age don’t get to say that, despite 18 being the age you can do that anyway.
>Go down the road a little ways with more options popping up in your head as you jog along.
>Exhaustion has already started to take its toll on you once more, even though your gym blunder was several hours ago.
>This just proves that exercising now will prove to be fruitless considering your actual goals.
>Today’s been eventful (and embarrassing) enough.
>If you start doing this after a week of nofap, you’ll do so much better than you’re doing now and make real progress.
>No point in draining yourself out.
>Get your head together after catching your breath once more and go home.
>Blocks and blocks go by.
>Only two blocks had gone by before you’re out of breath again, starting to feel like you’re experiencing what overweight people feel when they do everything they can to get into shape.
>Running can be such an uphill climb for some people, sometimes almost literally.
>Especially if you’re determined enough to torture yourself because you have an end goal that you cannot say no to because you’re putting your foot down.
>Deal with the feeling all the way until you reach your door, then collapse.
>Last week was like the best week of your entire life considering you were on top of the world and in peak physical condition.
>Masturbation makes such a huge difference you didn’t even know was there until you cut it out of your life entirely for a couple of months.
>And here you are now, lying on your stomach on your living room floor… muscles aching, heart breaking, just another loser working a regular job in the making.
>Oh shut up, it’s not that bad.
~~~
>Get ready to go to bed when you notice a new email in your computer’s inbox.
>Two, actually. One is spam for some thing you don’t care about.
>And of course the other one is from the two athlete recruiter guys.
>Skim through it to find the same droning shit they said last time, and that they are ready to meet with you to talk about if you’re really ready to sign the contract or not.
>All you need to do is sign since you sent the test results in already.
>New drug tests can wait until the end of Summer when you have to start doing shit for them anyway.
>After you’ve built up your “””hidden drug”””.
>Not that it counts as one, but it does have the same effect as steroids or maybe doing something stupid or crazy that almost kills you but gives you superpowers instead like in le comic book.
>Decide to just reply now and maybe they’ll stop bugging you.
>Respond as concisely as you can and wait to see if anything happens.
>Expecting to fall asleep regardless before either of them says anything back from their email address.
>As soon as you get ready to head off, there comes another reply asking you when you want to set up your appointment.
>Shit, you just wanted to go to sleep without ghosting them until morning.
>Morning’s gonna have to wait now, and you start clacking away at your keyboard with your reply trying to weasel your way out of meeting with them until after a week from now.
>Unless you can have them catch you at a time when you’re not fucking embarrassing as a human being, you can’t risk looking like a washed up drug addict in front of them.
>So, next week maybe, which is what you say back but in more words.
>It’s about 20 minutes later and no reply comes back, then 40 minutes, etc.
>Cool, bedtime.
~
>Ooooooooooookay, now that that’s over, time to just spend the whole day watching TV and sitting on the couch.
>It’s morning now, and you’re ready to be a lazy shit until you have too much pent up energy to be lazy.
>Flip on the TV after showering again and start looking for something good enough to watch.
>No, you didn’t do shit in the shower this time except clean yourself. A good start.
>It’s gonna be at least another week or so before working out is going to be easy for you.
>Cozily get more snug into your bed, glad about the fact that this morning being rather chilly adds to the warm mood you’re feeling now.
>Take a deep breath and let an hour or two slip by.
>If there’s anything about not having all that pent up energy and frustration within you that you’ll certainly miss, it’s the ability to relax like this.
>Lying here like this is too comfy not to appreciate.
>You’re not constantly fidgeting, not worried about if someone wants to take your number one spot in anything, not caring how tired you’re getting because you welcome the feeling right now.
>This is preferable to being on your toes; this is great.
>Only problem is that you’re very likely not going to get anything done.
>But that doesn’t really even matter right now because the school year is over for you.
>All those other scrubs taking their final exams don’t have any relevancy to your interests.
>…
>You eventually remember that the recruiters might have emailed you back by now.
>Very uncharacteristic of the person you were two weeks or so ago, you hesitate to get out of bed.
>It’s so warm and cozy under here; you don’t wanna leave.
>Feel weak as you stumble over to your computer. Today’s definitely not one of your strong days.
>You yawn as if you’re translating the first new message into tired-speak as you read it.
>It’s just the same shit from last night, but they’re still including the possibility of tomorrow or something for the day you meet up with them and sign the contract.
>Nothing’s been happening, but it still might be a good idea to pack up and get out of this town early even if just for a change of scenery.
>You can keep your focus on your own restrain anyway this way.
>Before emailing them back, you look at all of the ways you can go to the college campus early and live there.
>That’s like home base.
>Or something close enough to it.
>And luckily for you, there is a way to do that.
>Something you just read up on regarding athletic scholarships.
>Anyway, you’ll just meet them in a couple of days when you’re feeling more energetic.
>And you tell them so (most of that), letting them know in your reply that you’re just about ready to sign the contract but want to have a slight resting period to make sure you’re completely refurbished by the time the college semester starts.
>Fuck it, you’re just gonna start getting your shit packed up as soon as you can and then get that contract signed.
>This is too good of an opportunity to pass up, you will not lose.
>Something possesses you to start doing a few push-ups in your room.
>You didn’t lift weights recently, only ran, so you’re not too sore to do more than 5 of them at a time.
>Just taking those baby steps.
>You refuse to let your libido hold you back from a super future, that shit’s just stupid.
>Your chance is /right there/ and a normal person would just let it slip by because of empathy or whatever it is you don’t care about.
>…
>Before you know it, it’s Friday, and the day you’re supposed to meet the guys again is next Monday.
>Nothing is going to stop you from signing that contract and then leaving town, come hell or high water.
>That perfume-y scent from before is pretty much absent at this point, and you’re glad you can think clearly again because of it.
>You don’t know why that’s true but it’s true.
>It has now once again been a couple of days since you last fapped, but there’s no extra energy in you yet.
>The memory of Cadance keeps coming back to you, and in hand with it the memory of Redheart.
>It’s really hard to forget this stuff that happened with you, but you know that it’s not going to end up too different from the other things.
>The more it’s in your mind, the more used to it you’ll become, and the more unfazed by it you’ll be.
>Whatever, you just remember what Cadance said to you, about masturbating like 3 times a week or whatever she said that you already forgot.
>Yeah, right. That’d work on anyone else who didn’t have something they care about this much.
>But you, you’re different. You’re special. You have a gift that you won’t let anyone take from you.
>And it shows in how much you’ve been winning.
>Wow, you’re actually starting to feel excited again, fucking perfect.
>Now keep the ball rolling for this while you have it going strong, and you’ll be home free once you’re far far away from the dangers to your nut supply.
>Take the bags you already packed and put them by the door, at the ready.
>You just gotta last the weekend as the urges really start to set in.
>Even outside of all this, you would have had difficulty in this stage keeping your restraint in tact, let alone have to prevent wet dreams.
>You have to do what you did before, and pray that it works a second time.
>And pray that it wasn’t just dumb luck the first time.
>This time, you feel a little less shitty when you go for a run, probably because it’s more of a walk than a run for now.
>It wasn’t long before you caught onto the notion that you have to REALLY start small, and now here you are doing just that.
>Don’t start breaking a sweat until you’re up there at the college and ready to show your peers what you’re really made of.
>If you thought you were resilient before, just you want until it’s been more than a month of this shit.
>You’ll be your old self again (your new old self that you discovered last year).
>Listen to some music from your not-airpods on your walk.
>Enjoy the scenery, enjoy the tunes, enjoy the fresh air.
>Ah, this is great and wait who the fuck is that following you?
>Look over your shoulder after you could have swore you saw magenta and yellow hair or something behind that tree, but now there doesn’t seem to be anyone there.
>And you can’t know for sure until you go back and take a look, and someone could have left your sight by the time you make it back over there.
>Whatever, you’re too unstoppable to fall and this just means the hallucinations are coming back which is good because that means it’s working and you can probably start running now.
>You wanna see if you get tired or not.
>Break into a run for fun, and it doesn’t seem too bad this time.
>Going at a steady pace, you start to wonder how close to Crystal Prep this part of town is.
>You did go a little far, didn’t you?
>…
>The day is halfway over, and you’re covered in a layer of sweat after finishing your run.
>Starting to feel fulfilled again, you head to your shower to clean off and stuff.
>You’re under the running water within the next five minutes, as usual.
>Cleaning off, cleaning off, soaping up, yadda yadda.
>Havin’ a few shower thoughts bout da universe an staff.
>You start to think about the possibility of that having been Cadance who followed you.
>One thought leads to another and fantasies start to flourish in your imagination.
>No! No! Bad brain! Bad!
>Start thinking about how you’re going to find the tennis courts first once you get to the college campus.
>Now you’re thinking about how great it is to have these women stalking you with intention to have sex with you like this is essentially a generic hentai comic but in novel form. (wink)
>Maybe you could “accidentally” leave your door unlocked once they find out your address.
>Wait, they already fuckin’ know your address. You attended the schools they’re in charge of. Duh.
>...
>Did you lock your door?
>Aside the sound of the rushing water of the shower you’re taking has transformed, everything you think you hear is a home invasion and half of you doesn’t know how to feel about that.
>You’re disagreeing with yourself; is this good or bad? Obviously a guy like you would want this.
>But fuck that, that only leads to more failure, which you’re afraid of.
>And now you can feel your dick start to get a little too much blood in it.
>Fuck, go down, down.
>It’s not listening; you’re remembering what you felt when Cadance and redheart make this happen on purpose.
>You can’t help it; they’ve awakened something within you that can’t be put back to bed.
>It’s like trying to to re-flatten crumpled paper. You’ll never be the way you were when you were a virgin.
>Now the knowledge of what it’s like to fuck is making you miss it too much instead of wonder. And you start to question which future you really want as you stand all the way up in the shower in two ways.
>Keeping your hand away from your dick is like one of those scenes where a supervillain is trying to hypnotize the hero in shitty capeshit movie #57276.
>It’s a bit of an ordeal to get control of yourself again but you make it out of the shower unscathed.
>That’s a bit of an exaggeration, but you remember how tedious the first time you did this was.
>And that was when you were a virgin too.
>You’re back to watching TV, but you’re clean this time so you have that going for you.
>Distract yourself with your computer by checking your emails again, and then seeing if you can call those guys about the contract and maybe do some of the talk over the phone to save time later.
>Line’s busy, but that’s okay because you have enough other things keeping your mind busy for the moment until you can go to bed.
>You won’t dream bad things as long as you distract yourself enough to forget, at least that’s how you think it works.
>Decide it’s better to get into another exchange with the recruiters, but this might start to look like you could have seen them in person this whole time if you do this too many times over.
>Continue to talk with them before going to bed, soon starting to question the choices you made once more.
>These guys are quite funny in a way, really.
>Their names are just that fucking generic and unimportant, soulless business creatures who probably even wear their damn suits to bed.
>You had already told them which college you recently applied for and got accepted into, and they helped you make the necessary emails and phone calls to contact the staff there in order to get this whole thing implemented into your records once its official.
>You see the ink on paper you put there, and now you’re really starting to feel better.
>It’s a bit of an annoying process, even requires you to fill out a questionnaire, but you’ve been a lot more patient in recent days.
>They then talk to you about signing up right away, which you still want to do so it’s set in stone, and you’ll just have to isolate yourself from all the other stuff in order to become discount superman again.
>It’s a good thing you can pull off the vibe you had when you were at full energy in front of these guys, and they don’t know you well enough to be able to tell which one is the genuine attitude and level of energy.
>That’s fine, you’ll be giving them the real one soon enough, it’ll just take a couple of weeks into this nofap summer.
>It’s not long before signing day comes.
>There was some email that you received from CHS about coming to collect your trophy or something.
>Didn’t really pay attention to it; though it did sort of feel like your way out of having to go through an ordeal.
>Like that part of the game show where the host tells you that you can go home with the huge amount of prize money you have already won, or can risk it all in favor of an amount that’s ten times as large.
>Because that’s exactly what it feels like.
>You could go back to the school right now and make amends with Celestia and Luna.
>They probably want to give you the trophy and let you fuck off anyways, though there’s no way they don’t know what happened.
>With that in mind, it’s not like they have that “mission” to fulfill anymore. But you don’t care anyway.
>You can easily stop while you’re ahead, but you don’t want to.
>You could stop right now and end up having something going on with Celestia and Luna, as well as Cadance and Redheart (this one’s mostly just in your imagination, they probably don’t care anymore now that you’re out of the picture.).
>All of the competitions and records have been conquered, and the only thing left to collect is the trophy. At least, that’s what you can tell from this email.
>It’s almost making you feel bad for them, like they’re ready to let bygones be bygones, give you your final victory that you can’t currently add to anyway due to your near-vegetive state, and carry home their own personal win of having finally getting you to ejaculate that doesn’t affect your record at this point anyway.
>But all this is not enough; that contract… that potential future… (close enough to) free college…
>Not even everything is enough. You want more, and you won’t get it if you go back into their lair and let them put thoughts into your head that will make that contract meaningless. The contract you haven’t signed yet.
>Spend a while sitting on the foot of your bed thinking about all of the above, unable to decide if you want to go to the school to collect your trophy and pray that you actually do get a friends-with-benefits relationship with multiple women that probably won’t happen regardless, or make them hate you more and go officially sign that contract that will put you in the fast lane for life indefinitely.
>And you’ll have to maintain that shit, which is possible since you don’t attend CHS anymore.
>Trophy with closure, or celebrityhood with adventure?
~
>Monday.
>”Well I’m glad we’ve reached an agreement here.” Old Man 1 says to you. “We don’t actually start tryouts until early fall when your college year would start anyway. It would be wise to keep yourself from getting rusty over the summer.”
“Oh yeah, I get that. I get that.”
>”You train often?”
“Fairly often. I’d say about every day or every other day.”
>”Perfect. If that’s what brought you those performances out there on the field and in the ring we’ve seen, then we should be good to go by the time the next semester begins.”
>This decision you made almost makes you feel metaphorically sick.
>Yeah, you made it through the weekend, and it wasn’t easy. Basically the same story as the shower but in different locations.
>It feels like there was something good about the other path you could have chosen, but you chose this instead out of a fit of greed or something similar.
>And the difficulty was somewhat a last resort to change your mind for the better for once, but you once again stubbornly didn’t listen.
>Now the men in suits sit before you with the contract on the table, with a pen next to it.
>You go on to tell them about the feature that allows athletes to go up to the college campus over the summer since that’s allowed.
>So many things going on at once with getting you up to your dorm room months before you roommate gets there in the beginning of the fall semester…
>But these men are happily working with you with that contract, and read through the whole thing with you again before increasingly eagerly urging you to sign in order to get this over with.
>So that’s exactly what you do; your patience isn’t as strong as a few days ago.
>You put your name onto that paper and out you went after a few friendly goodbyes, goodlucks, etc.
>The first thing you do is excitedly drive back to your place to finish packing and get ready to leave tomorrow.
>It was morning when you went to their office and the meeting only lasted somewhere between 45 minutes and an hour and a half.
>Best go get yourself a bite to eat, since it is almost lunchtime and all.
>Eventually make it back to your place with a burger and fries, and chow down in celebration as you feel your stamina getting more and more powerful.
>You then think about that other email from CHS about your final trophy, your final token of your own arrogance.
>Even in your sudden rush to skip town tomorrow morning, during the moments when you’re finishing packing and moving your suitcases towards your door, a hint of guilt taps you on the shoulder and reminds you of what a piece of shit you are.
>Celestia and Luna had to bite the bullet with you, and allow you to win contest after contest even after knowing the reason why.
>They knew you got addicted to winning and feeling like you’re better than everyone else, and they know that if you leave without saying goodbye, it confirms that you CHOOSE to feel that way before it even happens more.
>Cadance and Redheart probably told them that it was all resolved, and that you might be a better person now, and your actions are going to prove that wrong.
>And you know damn well they just want this whole thing to be over, whether there’s parts they enjoy or not. It’s just ridiculous battles above anything else.
>It would have been nice if you apologized to them and accepted the last trophy they have just for you.
>It would be wrapped up burrito of cold-hearted, disingenuous and insincere nature for you to even now pursue your selfish goals that dragged their whole school’s image through the dirt.
>Perpetuating it into college where they will learn where you went to high school and started doing this.
>And all they wanted to do now was send you off with your last trophy and a “no hard feelings, everything’s okay”.
>Your frustration is not pent up enough yet for you to seriously suspect they’re waiting to trap you or something, that’s absurd.
>All they’re doing is polishing your trophy off for you, wanting to give it to you so this whole thing can be water under the bridge.
>Are you really just going to let that thing eventually gather dust and cobwebs on the shelf, leaving them hanging without saying sorry or even goodbye?
>As you pack, you feel more and more depressed by the fact that you are packing.
>…
>Your guilty conscience possesses you to start driving around without any bags or suitcases in your car.
>This isn’t over yet.
>Pull up to the school in a few minutes right around the time the students are eating lunch.
>Take one gulp before entering through the front doors, and then down the hallway until you can see into the office through the windows on the doors.
>There they are, doing something with paperwork. At least they’re both right here together at the same time.
>It’s weird, really.
>Feels like five minutes ago, you were greedily packing your bags thinking about all the money you’ll make, and now here you stand, making eye contact with the principal and vice principal of CHS.
“H-hey.” You awkwardly wave, which is a rare sight for them to see.
>”Come in.” Celestia gets out of her chair and walks over to you as though she’s about to give you a hug.
>Luna looks surprised to see you in a non-arrogant state. Shocked, almost.
“I just wanted to check in and…” You’re being hugged before you can even finish your sentence. “Yeah.”
>With her chest against yours distracting you a little, Celestia waits for the door to shut before speaking to you.
>”Are you doing okay?” She asks while Luna sheepishly stands beside her with a similar expression as hers.
“I’m… okay. Yeah.”
>”Look, we’ve done lots of stupid things. It got out of control and I know it might have been a little, uh…” She tries to find the right words.
>You stare at the floor.
>”It’s a lot better if we forget the past.” Luna adds. “Celestia and I aren’t totally in the right either.”
>”Yeah, we’re not.” Agrees Celestia.
“I understand.” You say, wondering here your trophy is now that you think about it.
>You don’t see it anywhere.
>”We were told everything. I’m sorry it came to this.” Says Celestia.
>It sounded a lot like ‘I’m sorry we had to do this’.
>You feel Luna hugging you from behind, suddenly realizing that you have been 0% on alert this entire time.
>And now you’re sandwiched between these two, weaker from what Cadance started up in you.
>They could take you right now and you can’t do a thing about it; Celestia is much taller and stronger than you and so is Luna to an extent as well.
>And the part of you that wants this starts to wake up.
>”Are we all… okay now?” Luna asks before looking round the room. “Your trophy should be around here somewhere, lemme fetch it.”
>She lets go of you, and Celestia does too, leaving you simultaneously relieved and let down that this wasn’t a trap.
“I’m feeling more like myself.”
>”I’m glad to hear that.” Celestia pulls you into a hug once more. “I don’t know why you wanted to stay like that.”
>There really isn’t anything they can say here that doesn’t feel weird. This whole situation is too bizarre and uncomfortable.
>And this is why you don’t answer at first.
>”Please don’t do that again. Okay? Be good in college.”
>She feels you nod, and Luna smiles warmly as she sees you two sharing a hug as she walks in with your last trophy.
>Joins in to form a group hug that gives you an urge to cry on the inside that you swallow like a man.
>”If you ever need us, we’re here for you.” She has a genuinely concerned but sorrowful look on her face.
>Luna promptly and softly agrees with her. “We’d love to be your friends for once. If you’d like that.”
>Your stomach sinks with guilt once again, but you’ll never let yourself throw that up.
>You accept your trophy from them and are out the door before you realized it, only having it dawn upon yourself in your car that you forgot to actually apologize to them.
>Can’t remember what faces they were making as you were leaving.
>It’s confusing trying to decide whether to go back and formally apologize or straight up leave to go to the campus where they can’t follow you.
>The school will be open bright and early then waiting for you, and it might be too tempting, but it’s a tough decision regardless, and it’s going to be even as you carry it out as you can change your mind either way after getting into your car.
>Say goodbye first or no? That is your choice no-
>The simplify things and make them move along faster, you leave in the middle of the night, subverting that whole decision in the first place.
>Drive along the dark road that’s occasionally lit up by street lamps, trying not to tear up as you think back to how sad they must be on the inside.
>You remember what Cadance said, the thing about them being lonely and frustrated, and you acting like an arrogant dick 100% of the time didn’t help.
>You don’t even blame them for wanting to spite you.
>Whatever, just keep driving down the road and stop letting your feelings get the best of you.
>Look at where the university is on the map for the first time.
>Wow, you didn’t know it was right next to another beach.
~
~
>You’re really been making yourself at home, here.
>You got one of those deluxe “important student” dorms where four to six students stay at a time. Two bathrooms, one on each side, with the individual dorms proper corresponding to them, with one middle room between the two “bedroom” dorms.
>More doors to go through, but you’ve managed a straight line from your bed to the door the hallway, and you’ll definitely need it.
>You’re doing lots of heavy moving, but none of your suite-mates are going to be here until August, probably. It’s like June right now or something.
>The last week and a half had been a bit of a hassle, but you’ve got the majority of your personal gym set up already.
>Packing the trophies and stuff was tricky, but you managed. Unpacking them was easy.
>It’s nice and comfy on this campus with barely anyone around. No crowds of college students rushing to class during the day and doing dumb shit at night.
>Meanwhile, you’ve been once again resurfacing your old habits out of probably some sort of instinct to persist because what else are you going to do?
>Just moving all of the equipment around’s gotten you back on the right track towards your former athletic powerhouse self.
>Nothing like building your own life from the ground up with your own hands.
>…It hurts to say that to yourself.
>You’ve done what you previously promised yourself you’d do, but your heart is no longer in it.
>Your heart is somewhere else now.
>You’d feel proud of your resilience, but Cadance’s intrusion threw your mood off track.
>This just goes to show that she knows this is the only thing that’s left she can do, follow you over here and fight as unfairly as she can.
>You can’t believe she won’t take no as an answer; like making amends with Celestia and Luna is even that fucking important.
>It feels like she physically started stalking you over here, and you haven’t even seen her. You don’t need to have seen her.
>You already see her everywhere you go, no matter how far away you are from her. She did something to you.
>She really, really did something to you.
>Is there ever a way you can undo this?
>If so, you better forget about her the most you can, and stop feeling like she’s right around the corner everywhere you go.
>How else are you going to deal with the goddess of love making you fall in love with her as she had sex with you?
>You didn’t want to fall in love with her, and then you did, and now you don’t want to fall out of love.
>She made it this way on purpose.
>Drag a small rack of dumbbells down the hallway to your dorm door, noticing that the ‘occupied’ sign is on it instead of on the table inside where you swear you left it.
>Ignore that, you probably just forgot.
>Head inside, tired as can be from dragging everything around, and stop dead in your tracks as the door closes behind you.
>It’s her.
>She’s on YOUR bed. In the same virgin killer sweater as before. Her presence and appearance strikes you like lightning.
“…” No words come out of you.
>”I’m gonna be your impromptu roommate for a bit.”
>You stare at her, clumsily starting to back away towards the door.
>”Don’t run. You won’t make it out the door.” Cadance peers over her bare shoulder, knowing what developments to look for at the front of your pants.
>Frozen, you imagine yourself running out the door, planning all the fastest ways you can do it.
>You used to think you were mentally strong enough to stand up to her.
>But that ended when she had her round with you the first time, giving you urges that will never leave you no matter how much time passes.
>At least you didn’t know what sex really felt like before, but now you can’t forget feeling her bare skin against yours, and you see that same bare skin in front of you as a piercing reminder.
>The longer you gaze at her, the more blood rushes to your member.
>Run, damn it, run.
>Panic and make an eventual break for it towards the door. Slowly, like a dream.
>Cadance giggles as she sees you stumble over a dumbbell you dropped and fall to the floor.
>Get halfway back up and hunch your way to the door before unintentionally ramming right into it.
>Your fingers wildly shake too much to grab the doorknob right away, and the tent you’re pitching discourages you from wanting to focus.
>The door’s still locked, but your brain can’t process what to do about this until you eye the lock to turn.
>Butterfingers turn it the wrong way, then weakly the right way.
>Your clumsy hands on the doorknob freeze when her steady hand makes its playful presence known up your back, walking up your spine with two fingers.
>The hair on the back of your neck stands up, and you spin around with your instincts conflicting eachother the very instant you realize Cadance’s surprise kiss has struck your lips with perfect aim and timing.
>It WAS fight or flight, but now it’s “wha the fuck are you waiting for? push her away!”.
>It’s like some kind of effective stun attack.
>Finally pull your face away, she just reasserts the kiss even stronger with her hand now trapping your head against her face.
>Cadance’s lips clamp hard with yours, and her breath smells like cotton candy. Both of these feelings sedate your jaw into loosening just enough to let her tongue intrude.
>Your united mouths widen at the lips, and you discover that Cadance’s saliva tastes like cotton candy as well.
>It’s such a delicious venom as it overrides your judgement.
>Allow the kiss to become more and more two-way as Cadance’s tongue insists.
>What the fuck is wrong? Why can’t you fight back?
>You have your hands on her chest ready to push her, but your arms get weak and your fingers start massaging Cadance’s breasts through the sweater, giving her the signal she was waiting for.
>Her perfume’s scent strongly asserts itself upon you, eroding your restraint against her advances until she gets you to hug her back.
>Her bare back that you missed.
>The familiar feeling of its warm features under your forearms keeps them there like a magnet.
>Nothing interrupts your hands as they make their way down to feeling Cadance’s partially bare ass cheeks.
>You swear you wanted to do it when you grope harder and pull her waist into you with your tent jabbing her.
>Now both of you are making the kiss deeper, and you’re so indulged that you keep trying to kiss more after she releases it.
>A long string of her cotton candy flavored saliva personifies your fate. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” Cadance sighs after observing you under her control.
>Cadance already planted this weakness into you before, now all she had to do was utilize it like a fast lane into bed with you.
>You’re not even sure if you’re remembering things correctly anymore.
>This is why she was the one to come up here.
>She probably did something to get around with some of the staff and gathered information about which building and dorm you were in. Then she eventually got ahold of someone’s master keys.
>She closed in on your lair like a heat seeking missile. And there’s less you can do with all your strength if for mind is the first to fall to her powers.
>Ambushed, you don’t know how to react, so she starts telling you how to react as she picks up the pace of the moment.
>”Lock your door for me.”
>You hesitate until she gives you the command again, and move your hand over to the door handle at your “own will” and turn the lock mechanism.
>She heard you start to utter her name, like you’re announcing the winner of the impromptu wrestling match before it even begins.
>You couldn’t have stopped her from kissing the side of your neck even if you saw it coming.
>She has already been undoing the front of your pants, and you’re just openly standing there, letting her continue even though you’re aware of what she’s doing now.
>All of the above leads back to the obvious: You now want this more than you want to run away.
>You make it easier for her to slip your pants and boxers down and off from your ankles.
>Cadance walks you over to your bed with your member proudly sticking out forward and swaying before her eyes with each step.
>”On your back.” Cadance sits you onto your bed. “That’s good too. Better, actually.”
>Your back is against the wall, cock pointing at the pink sweater as Cadance maneuvers herself into position with you.
>As you’re made to be completely cornered, one last ditch attempt to push her away is made, but it turns into your hands returning to her back and ass to pull Cadance into the mating embrace she demands.
>”Just let it happen.” Cadance leans in. “It’s okay. You’re already used to it anyway.”
>You decide to just not answer and let her do what she does. And she does it well.
>Just like before, she assists you in entering her, but now with you more obedient and involved than last time.
>The same tight embrace is made once again, as if continued from the previous time.
>The exact same scene as before happens, and you immediately accept it with joy in the sincere coitus with Cadance.
>It’s the same as before, but still feels like the first time, and you hope it’s like this every time.
>…
>Cadance’s perfume becomes the dominant scent of your room, along with the scent of sex.
>Once again, you came together.
>You had a lot more to give this time, because you were saving up with that doomed-to-fail nofap attempt.
>Now you both lie in the bed in much more privacy than before.
>And you’re barely able to recognize yourself; holding Cadance close to you with her head nuzzled into your shoulder and neck.
>You smile at her in between kissing her lips, and she does the same thing back to you.
>She reveals something about getting some other person to look over the school while she’s away on a “””””business trip””””” that frees her from her boring principal job anyway.
>Cadance doesn’t want to stop cuddling with you under the blankets, and she starts to fall asleep in your arms. You’re still awake.
>Everything’s so warm under here, the air outside in the world is so cold in comparison even in the heat of summer.
>She’s gonna be right here in this double suite with you, and she’ll make sure you never get lonely.
>You’re technically going to keep your promise and not masturbate for a long time, because you won’t need to with Cadance insistently sticking around.
>As she drifts off to sleep with you in her arms, Cadance murmurs something again about her staying here with you for a little, and how she’s wanted to “train you as a bull” for a while now.
>You stare at the ceiling, realizing that there is no hope in going back.
>Not only because of her persistence, but your overwhelming willingness to accept this you now foster in your heart.
>And semblance of possibly snapping out of this and escaping to who knows where is forgotten as you embrace your new fate with Cadance.
>No idea what’s going to become of the contract, but there’s no way you can fulfill it now and there will most likely never be a way at this point. It’s over.
>But you’re… happy.
>So happy that you drift asleep with Cadance, accepting your defeat to her.
~
>Later that evening.
>A local motel’s front desk clerk sees Cadance walk back through the front doors.
>She turns in her keys, saying she can check out of her room now after having paid for so many nights.
>But she’s not going back to town any time soon.
>Especially not with either Celestia or Luna planning to come up and visit in a few weeks.
>This is how things are going to be now.