36.

36 large 20 lb sacks of rice were waiting for us when we reached the gym.

The coach gave us a long introduction to the basketball team. With him were all the male teachers at the school. They were coaches as well. Seeing how there would be 3 levels of the team, it would be assumed that 12 players to a level.

The speech was long, and his expectations for us longer: although they ended in last place last year under the old coach, the new guy was having none of that. New coach, first year coaching at this school. He was no nonsense and he knew what he wanted. He wanted a championship his first year, and we were to give it to him whether we liked it or not.

"Part of the game is getting in shape. You have one week to be in playing form. Good luck. You will need it."

Another number to throw at you: 2.

2 miles we had to carry those twenty pound sacks around the school track. The coach was yelling at us with a bullhorn from a back of a golf cart. Everyone was struggling. The freshman and sophomores were way behind. Juniors and seniors were doing alright, but were struggling as well.

As for Rainbow Dash and I: No problem.

We ran together every morning. We ran twice the distance with weights.

This was a piece of cake.

In fact: We made it a competition.

"Anon! Rainbow Dash! You two are trying to race the golf cart?! Ha!"

"See you at the finish line, Anon!" Rainbow Dash screamed as she picked up her pace at the mile and a half mark.

Bad Move.

I picked up my pace as well. It became a fight to the finish. We both knew we would collapse in exhaustion afterwards. But first we had to beat the other person. The pace was furious towards the finish. Somehow, someway, I squeaked out a victory.

I laughed as I dropped the sack and feel to the track's rubber floor.

"Anon takes it!" Coach screamed from the bullhorn. Right next to me was Rainbow Dash, also on the ground.

"Better luck next time, kiddo," I said as I patted her sweaty hair.

"I'm gonna get you next time."

Rainbow and I agreed to not run that morning. We wanted to save our strength for the rematch. The rematch came. The coach increased the mileage to 3 with the 20 lb sacks. Everyone got a bit better, but Rainbow and I were still in our own level. Again, I squeaked by Rainbow. Oh she was so pissed to lose the rematch.

Coach added another thing to our conditioning: Suicide Sprints.

Start at one end of the court. Run to the 3 pt line, run back, run to the half court line, run back, run to the 3 point line at the opposite end of the court, run back, run to the other end of the court, run back.

We were expected to finish 3 times.

There was no competition between Rainbow and I. Our competition was with our bodies to survive. Although everyone was expected to finish, almost everyone ended up jogging on the third.

Again, Dash and I survived, barely.

4 miles.

Same sacks, the same result. The rest of the pack actually were improving. Instead of only Dash and I fighting for the finish: Masse was in the mix as well.

"How the hell are you all getting better this quickly?" I screamed out when Masse was a few steps behind us.

"You's two are making the rest of us look bad."

Again a step or two decided the race.

"Stop beating me, Anon!" Dash screamed in frustration.

4 sets of suicides, this time with the addition of a basketball to dribble as we did it.

Everyone was getting better, the coach was knowing it as well. Instead of praising us, he expected it and expected us to get better.

36 jump ropes were handed out and gave us our instructions. "You will need to do 100 jumps to finish for the day. How quickly you finish is up to you."

4 1/2

Talala was now in the mix of the finish as well. Mase took it today, but Rainbow was still behind me. Again, she wanted to beat me but it didn't happen.

"But your'e getting better, Rainbow. Concentrate on that instead of me... Unless I'm the only thing on your mind right now,"

"Oh can it, Anon."

If it was any sort of consolation: suicides were only 4 today, but having to dribble did not help.

Again, 100 skips on the jump rope to finish practice.

The crew, Rainbow Dash, and I were officially fighting to win the 20 lb run, which was increased to 5.

Our Power Forward guy ( the striped brotha with the funky-ass afro who we called "Mouth" for his quick wit) won it today. Dash again could not beat me.

"Where the hell are you from?"

"Filly. If you were not fast enough: you are dead."

Suicides by dribbles increased to 5. We pushed ourselves to finish. Jump ropes were murder to finish. The freshman were the last to finish. When the last one did: we all came together in a huddled mass of sweat and bodies and celebrated as a team: We all survived hell week.

"Well done everyone. You all survived hell week. Of course,we will do conditioning twice a week and the rest of the week we will do actual practice. For now: Enjoy your weekend, and use it to rest your body. Alright, lets get the hell out of here."

The team celebrated by talking over SCC. We all ate as a team, got to know each other, exchanged numbers, and everyone managed to beg Rainbow and I to join our morning runs, which we agreed to and told them what they needed: A backpack and a 10 lb weight.

I took a shower and collapsed on my bed. Every night was like that. The conditioning was exhausting and I was sore all over. But, I knew that the soreness meant that part would get stronger. I layed there in my boxers and awaited the sweet serenity of sleep.

Well, I almost got there.

"Theres no way i'm climbing that," The hushed, prissy, voice said outside my window.

>Don't want to climb the ivy infested hidden ladder.
Who else but Rarity.

"Want to see anon? Then start climbing," The other recognizable voice commanded in a hushed tone.

>Sunset
whelp, they are here for their cum bath.

Fuck them, I'm too tired.

I think that was the plan.

So Sunset was the first to arrive in my balcony, Rarity was right behind her.

They entered my room and found themselves in the presence of a man broken in body.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLr8VvF6rBg

"So, Anon. We are here to do anything you want... we both are bored as hell and yea," Sunset said.

"Get naked."

"Slowly or-"

"doesn't matter."

They took their clothes off and were naked in front of me. Their body's were beautiful, young, and perky. Both were wet, eager for me. I was just eager for rest.

"Come lay with me,"

The girls were very seductive about crawling from the foot of my bed to me. they each took a side of my body and warped their hand around my body.

Once my body was covered my their's, Rarity wanted to know their first orders. "So Anon, what would you like us to-"

I couldn't finish the sentence. I drifted to the long awaited bliss of sleep.

Author's Notes:

Anon here: oh yea they were pissed when I woke up. I had to eat them out until they came to make it up to them. Though they did gave me a 2 girl blow job. That was fun.