“You know, we were expecting you to win,” Soft said standing in the locker room doorway, “you guys were expected to win too, what the hay happened!?”
 

 
The stallion let out a sigh, for being a cheerleader Soft sure wasn’t helping with the mood, “We just didn’t have our guys, and they must’ve been practicing or something.”
 

 
Soft took a step into the locker room her chest floof poking out from her shirt swaying as she walked closer, “that sounds like someone’s looking for excuses for why they lost. We could’ve made it to Canterlot and played there!” Soft’s snout scrunched angrily at the idea that a chance to travel to Canterlot slipped through her hooves, “maybe I should try out for the team wouldn’t that cool don’t you think? I think a little competition in the team would help so something like this doesn’t happen again.”
 

 
“and what exactly do mean by that,” the stallion turned around facing Soft.
 

 
“Just thinking about moving you to be a bench warmer is all.” She said
 

 
“That’s it,” the stallion pushed his forehoof against Soft, “it’s time for you to go-AH!”
 

 
Soft grabbed his foreleg between her own yanking it past her chest and ramming his side knocking him on his back. With a quick practiced motion, she stood over the stallion and scooped his neck up deep between her hinds. “I think I’m beginning to figure out why you lost,” Soft said locking her fetlocks together.
 

 
“Ghrk-“ the stallion’s hoof shot up grabbing at Soft’s hind leg crushing down on his neck. The soft fabric of her sock didn’t help cushion the force of her athletic thighs bearing down in his throat. “Hnnng,” his hoof dragged across her thigh trying to pull it off.
 

 
“We haven’t even started and you’re already groaning,” Soft straightened her legs out more her thighs flexing compacting his throat more and more.
 

 
“HHHNNG!” The stallion bared his teeth his legs kicking as the cheerleader started slowly adding more pressure.
 

 
“You’re just as good at getting out as you are with winning, I think you’re gonna need a little more training before I’m read to let you go.” The stallion squirmed and kicking, his body twitching as his oxygen was getting cut off. “That’s right,” Soft said admiring her hoofwork, “keep struggling as much as you want, you’re not going anywhere ‘cause you’re mine!” With one more flex the cheerleader’s socked thighs dragged him in that little bit closer between her hinds. The stallion’s ears started to ring and head felt like it was thousands of feet underwater as he desperately tried to pry at her thigh, until finally…
 

 
Tap tap tap
 

 
“Oh you don’t decide when this is over, I do,” Soft said turning to face him resting a hoof on her hind, smiling watching the stallion twitch and squirm in desperation.
 

 
Tap, tap
 

 
“Training’s not even close to over, once you wake up you’re gonna be going through a lot more tough guy, you better hope you perform better than this time, ‘cause you’re only gonna get out once you win.”
 

 
Tap… tap
 

 
“Shhhhh… relax,” she started slowly releasing the pressure making the stallion involuntarily snatch a short gasp of breath.
 

 
Before quickly tightening again causing the stallion to let out a moan.
 

 
Soft smiled putting on fake concern “you didn’t have to tell me you loved it for me to continue training. I was actually thinking of letting you go ‘cause I was starting to think you learned your lesson, but since you saaiiid soooo…” With one more squeeze the stallion Let out a burst of kicking and squirming before with one final tap, his hoof feel do the ground.
 

 
Soft loosened up the hold so she wasn’t putting any more pressure on him, but still not letting him go, “you know, I kinda wish you lost more often if I got to do this every time.” After a few more minutes of admiring her work and the motionless stallion between her thighs, she unlocked her fetlocks and got up. She sat down next to him and immediately started stretching getting ready for him to wake up.
 

 
It was going to be a long night.
 

 
I hope you guys like it! I tried making the story sound way different than the last one. I was trying to for a more formal thing, that’s the only way I know how to describe it. NEXT story I do though is definitely gonna be a first person one! I wanted to get one more third person story in before I switched over so I could get more of a feel for it, and then notice the differences between the two more easily. ^^
 
I feel like this one came out better, but I think it’s a bit short though. They’re definitely getting faster to write though, which is really awesome. I also noticed something really weird and that’s when I’ve gotta pic to write a story about the story feels really secondary to me. Kinda optional and it makes it super hard for me to come up with something for it. That and I really just wanna get the pic out so I’m mostly thinking about posting it. Maybe next time I’ll just write the story let it be as long as it is until I think it’s done so I can take my time with it and then make the pic. So that way I can pay 100% attention on the story and focus on making it the best without thinking about the picture at all! ^^