Since the beginning of the year - since the very first practice - we had been waiting for that day. The tryout, the Hell Week; they were gruesome practices that left us beaten, tired, sweaty, but it made us feel a bit stronger mentally and physically and also made us feel that we as a team can take on even the best of the pro teams, we were that prepared.

No more 'only' practice. No more scrimmages with other schools 'on our skill level' that we dominate each time. No more preparing for the season. It was time for the real deal.

We were in a classroom that was built below the gym that was used to store extra chairs, desks, and the occasional flat screen television that was installed in each classroom. Above our room were around a few thousand screaming, jumping, and hyped members of our school and faculty. the beat of the marching band and their drum major were felt. They were trying to get the crowd more pumped for our arrival and the game itself. Sounded like they were doing a good job at it. Honestly, they could have played the worst songs ever made and I would watch. Mostly for the petite drum major that looked like she would be a fun fuck. It turned out she had more school spirit than anyone around.

"Game MVP gets to fuck that drum major chick, pass it on," Massee whispered.

"You sure?" I asked.

"Foo, she told me herself, now pass it on, muthafucka!"

Aww fuck, I need to work my ass off tonight.

I guess the marching band did something new, because the crowd sounded like they were losing their mind up there, to the point where the room was vibrating and pieces of the ceiling tile were crumbling down on us.

It was also the first time I was wearing our school uniform.

Back at Filly, ours were black with gold trim. At Canterlot. It was blue and gold with the horseshoe acting as "C" of Canterlot that was written across our chest. It felt weird putting on the jersey for another team, especially with mine needing bodies from what my friends back there had told me. I missed my old squad, but the one I was running with were going to win it all, we all had that much belief in ourselves and each other.

Coach walked in with his assistants, all in business suits. He looked pissed, mostly because he had to watch the women's and junior varsity teams play and be subsequently crushed by the school earlier that day.

"Alright team, listen up!" He shouted. At that point, with our time together, he didn't need to scream. He could have commanded our attention on a whim because we had that much respect for him.

"You all watch the ass whooping that Cloudsdale High handed to our girls and junior varsity... it was just plain brutal. Now, I'm not going to sugar coat this shit. We are out manned, out gunned, and out coached, which is why they are a top twenty-five team in the nation. I know, hopeless, right? No. I found a fatal flaw to their coaching," He said. he motioned to one of the assistants to use the television to show another basketball game.

"This is their game footage last year when they won the state championship tournament. Look at their strategy and see what kind of pattern they have."

The game was intense and physical. Screens were set up, elbows were thrown and a whole lot of pushing and shoving. It was difficult to see the pattern at first because they always had to stop the game to give out warnings or fouls.

What pattern? All I see is man coverage, everyone is covered, one is double-

Wait.

Double coverage for one guy? who are they leaving open?

I looked for and found the one person they left open. He had long hair, a thinner face, and was less muscular as his peers.

Why would they leave this guy alone? unless he sucks that badly... oh daym he does have a nice ass... and tits? Brother has certainly got a chest.... Wait, it ain't a man at all.

"Yo coach!" Talalah spoke up. " They leaving the girl open!"

"Ding ding ding ding! They don't bother with the girl in the team. I can't tell you why because I don't know. But, if we take the gamble and roll with it, we can at least make it close... Hell, we might even pull off the shocker."

"I'm down fo that, coach!" Masse said.

"Yeah! Better than getting our asses kicked!" I chimed in.

"Alright, alright. So, run the same shit we do, motion offense. Remember that we must use our motion attack against these guys. Only playing as a single unit can we stand a chance against them. But set it up for Rainbow Dash or Talalah to take the shots. Rainbow gets to fight for points in the paint and Tala, you get the perimeter. Once they figure out that these girls can play we can use their time it might be too late for them. Now girls, do not take shots unless you are open or are sure you can make it. I hate to put pressure on you ladies, but the game rests on your shoulders. Can we trust you?"

"Yes, coach!" Talalah and Rainbow shouted in confident unison. Everyone's spirit began to rise, we had that weird little thing called assurance. We knew we had a chance for the upset, and all we had to do was to listen to the coach and not fuck up.

Piece of cake.

We knew we were in for a hell of a scrape. They were more about physical play while we played more of a high-tempo attack.

"Yeah! Pussy power!" Mouth hollered.

It felt like all the air was sucked out of the room. Everyone looked at Mouth, who really didn't care about that comment.

"I like that, pussy power." Talalah said in his defense.

"Pussy power!" Rainbow dash hollered with a fist in the air.

Pussy Power it is then. Let us get that W.

Author's Notes:

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