"I don't think I've seen you before," the middle-aged mare in a track suit said.

"No ma'am. I'm a freshman," Deepy answered.

"I see. Name?"

"Deepthroat Cockslut, ma'am."

Cheer Coach Vim seemed to choke on her tongue when she heard, but the other fillies had only glared. Even the upperclassmen had heard about this mare, the one that all the colts loved so much. They knew she was a slut, but no matter how much they tried to kill her with their eyes, it was like she barely noticed.

Coach Vim could only try to regain her composure. "Well, uh..."

"You can call me Deepy for short," the pink filly offered.

"Sure. Let's see what you got. At least you look good in the uniform."

And Deepy did look good. The Clover High Wendigoes wore a light blue and white, in hues that both contrasted against Deepthroat Cockslut's coat and mane, yet were soft enough to work with them. Not to mention that at the blossoming age of fifteen, little Deepy had grown a bit, gaining a fair bit of height, good figure, and quite a soft ass that looked marvelous in the powder blue miniskirt.

This is really what got the goat of the other Cheerleaders. Normally the slutty ones were only popular because of their sluttiness. There was always something wrong with them: wearing too much black, too much makeup, or doing salt with the other trouble foals. But not Deepy. She was pretty. She was very pretty. Yes, she was hot, but her appeal was so much more than sexual. It was in her eyes that just begged for one to come a little closer, to talk a little longer. It was in her smile, so infectiously sincere that even a donkey would crack. It was in her voice, the notes of a pony who would always be a filly at heart.

When you had a body like that, when you were charming like that, you didn't need to be a slut. You only had to put out when you wanted something worth putting out for. Those were the rules. And Cheer Captain Pom Pom hated the way this upstart little freshman completely disregarded them.

She was still a freshman. Deepthroat Cockslut hadn't had time to bring her reputation out of the rumor stage to the other colts. She was virtually unknown in the halls of Clover High. Pom Pom would make sure it stayed that way.

Unfortunately for her, her hooves were tied during cheer practice. Coach Vim was in charge now, and she wouldn't stand for any high school drama while she was around. Pom Pom would have to wait.

Vim lined the cheerleader-hopefuls up with the current squad to teach them a simple routine. Pom Pom stood next to her, the yellow mare with the fiery orange mane looking like a queen bee in her uniform; tall, fit, and sexy. With a smug smile, she demonstrated to all before her.

"Get low! Get high! Wendigoes to the sky!" The cheer started with a low crouch, and went into a hoof jump, which Pom Pom performed expertly, touching her front hooves to back in front of her and landing steadily with her forehooves above her head. It wasn't a challenging cheer, but required enough agility to weed out the slow ones.

Deepthroat Cockslut smiled bright when she saw Pom Pom demonstrate. The captain really deserved her position. As a senior, she was a leader at Clover High, and Deepy knew that she was an example to follow.

And follow well, she did. Deepy was one of the few girls able to jump high enough to land on her forehooves, and her voice belted out much louder than any of the others, possibly even louder than Pom Pom's.

"Well, Deepy. Didn't know you had such a strong throat," Coach Vim complimented her.

"Strong in spirit!" Deepy replied. She felt a little stupid responding that way, but pep was the name of the game, and Deepy wanted to make a strong impression.

And she did. By the end of tryouts, she was an official Clover High cheerleader. Much to Pom Pom's loathing.

It just so happened that the first hoofball game the Wendigoes would play was also their Homecoming game. The idea was to schedule a game against a weaker team, but the only team available so early in the season were the Manehattan Bucks, the Wendigoes' longtime rivals. Hoofball Coach Pigskin hoped that the high stakes might light a fire in his colts' bellies, but by the end first quarter, they were down zero to seventeen.

Everypony, whether in the stands or in the crowd, needed spirit. And the Wendigoes Cheer Squad aimed to give it to them.

"Move from side to side! Show that Clover pride!" the fillies belted, as a group of them launched Pom Pom in the air, who landed in a beautiful twist.

Deepthroat Cockslut clapped her hooves together, watching from her cold metal bench. Pom Pom had told Coach Vim that she wanted her A-listers out for such an important game, and that the freshman wouldn't be needed. Many of the new girls didn't even show up to the game. But Deepy felt it was in poor taste not to come, so she sat warming the bench by the water cooler, the benched hoofball players looking sweaty and worn on a separate bench a ways away from her.

"C'mon boys!" she shouted after a particularly rough sack. The quarterback, a big colt named Field Goal, was still on the ground. Deepy couldn't help but flinch when she saw the tackler's helmet drive right into Field Goal's cup during the takedown. She had spent enough time around balls that she knew he would be sore for a while.

"If he wants a taste of yer nuts, then give it to 'em! Walk it off!" Coach Pigskin called from the sidelines. Deepthroat Cockslut watched the old gray and green stallion shake his head in disappointment. She felt bad for him. She could tell he cared about his team a lot.

She also felt bad for Field Goal. "Is he going to be alright?" she asked.

"He's getting up," Coach Pigskin grumbled. "That's what they wear cups for, after all."

"I know. Still, it looked like it hurt."

"Probably did. But that one's got balls of steel. Might even have the sack to go pro if he does well this season. College too." Finally, Coach Pigskin turned to her. "What's your name, missy?"

"Deepthroat Cockslut, sir," she answered, almost feeling the need to salute.

He only chuckled, unfazed. "How'd you get a name like that?"

"Same way everypony does. My parents gave it to me." Deepy had an arsenal of answers for the standard slew of questions she got about her name.

"Heh," he chuckled again. "Must be rough having a name like that."

"It's not so bad. Most ponies call me Deepy," she explained.

But Pigskin was staring now, scrutinizing the young pink filly. Sure, she had lived with the name all her life, but she wasn't embarrassed about it. No, there was an unusual comfortability about her. Pigskin had been a coach for fifteen years now, and he had seen enough of his boys' marefriends to know if a filly was attractive for her personality or her... talents. And he sensed that Deepy was an exceptionally talented filly.

He could take advantage of this.

"Well, you're a trooper, keeping such a good attitude with a name like that. Colts must give you hell," he probed.

"Not really. Part of the reason I wanted to join the cheer squad is to help the hoofball team. I know jocks can have a bad reputation, but a lot of them have been really nice so far."

"One of them ask you to the Homecoming dance?"

She shook her head. "It's okay, though. I'm a freshman, so I haven't gotten to meet many ponies yet."

He nodded thoughtfully. "I see."

The halftime whistle was blown. Normally, a halftime would be less than a half-hour, but with a special cheer routine prepared along with the Clover High marching band, plus announcements for Homecoming court, it would be at least forty minutes, maybe an hour if things dragged a lot.

"You want to help the hoofball team?" Coach Pigskin asked.

"Of course. Anything I can do?" Deepthroat offered.

"Celestia bless her heart," the old stallion thought in the face of her sincerity. "C'mon. Follow me," he told her.

Without a question in her head, Deepthroat Cockslut followed the coach toward the locker rooms. The colts had just come off the field, and she could already hear their grunts and groans as they removed their helmets and massaged their sore limbs.

"Why don't you go in there and help 'em out?" he said.

Deepthroat Cockslut froze for a moment, stunned in disbelief. "Do you mean...?"

"I mean go help them out," he repeated in a low, serious voice. Before she could respond, he walked away. Was it crazy? Could it get him fired? Yes, but they were getting slaughtered out there, and a little release might be just what his boys needed. All he could do now was wait and pray that Deepy lived up to her name. He would deny knowledge of anything that happened in there.

Deepy stood outside the door, still suspended in disbelief. She had never taken on more than one colt at a time before, and there were a lot of colts on the football team. But they were losing pretty badly, and halftime was quickly running out. With a sharp breath to raise her courage, she barged through the door.

Many of the players had pieces of their pads off, resting on benches as they regained their strength. Deepy could see that they were tired, sore, and sweaty, and she felt a tug at her heart for them. But she also felt a stirring within her. These were budding studs, many of them more stallion than colt, with definition in their muscles, broad shoulders, and developing beards.

But even Deepy was overwhelmed by so many males in one place. And they seemed just as startled by her sudden appearance as she was by them. Field Goal glared at her. "What are you doing here? This is the colt's locker room."

"Uh..." she started in a timid voice. "Coach Pigskin said I should help?"

"Help?" Field Goal repeated. Deepy could only nod. "Who are you?"

"I'm Deepthroat Cockslut."

With her simple introduction, they knew why she was here. They may not have understood the details or Coach Pigskin's involvement in it, but they could see her intent in the way her eyes poured over all of them. They had heard the rumors about a slutty freshman mare who lived to suck dick. Now they were meeting her.

"Come here," Field Goal ordered.

She approached him with as much confidence as she could muster. When she was in front of him, it was clear just how much bigger he was than her. Not just in height, but in everything. He was shirtless before her, and she felt like she could dive into him, press her face into his big chest and be totally surrounded by his thick arms. But a part of her wanted to hold him instead. She could see the sag in his posture, smell the tired sweat of a stallion who had given his all for nothing. And they all looked this way; smelled hot and in need of care.

"What do you want?" Field Goal asked her, just to be sure.

Deepthroat Cockslut was able to smile up at him, and with her signature sincerity, asked, "Can I suck your cock?"

Now he had to grin down at her. "If that's what you want..." he chuckled as he began to remove his pants and jockstrap.

Deepy almost gasped a little when she saw it flop out, the thick shaft, mottled black and pink, already free from its sheath in anticipation. Everything about it seemed delicious, and she couldn't help but trace her hoof along the side, already feeling the needy throb. Even his balls looked in need of love, not bruised, but definitely sore and swollen. Or perhaps they were simply just that big.

She traced her hoof along the fat orbs as well. "Do they hurt?" she asked.

"A little," he answered, but he didn't wince under her touch. Already his breathing was turning heavy.

Deepy could feel the eyes on her. She could sense the growing bulges, hear the young stallions pawing at their cup-covered lengths. Her work was cut out for her.

Without an ounce of hesitation, she dove forward and plastered her tongue against Field Goal's heavy balls. She gave wet, loving licks to each orb, tasting the lingering salt on his sweaty sack, teasing his balls with her lips. Deepy had never met a pair of balls she didn't like, and his set only made her feel pangs of sympathy and throbs of excitement. She had tended to many colts in her life, but these were a stallion's nuts. This pair could feed her.

She gave as much attention as she could to his tired sack with her limited time, stopping once she had teased him to a full, throbbing erection. He was a big boy, and she was already licking her lips at the challenge. Knowing full well that she would have to get to all of the other grunting, needy colts surrounding her, she didn't wait for an invitation. She opened her mouth, and in one motion, swallowed every last inch of Field Goal's thick cock.

"Ahhh, yeahhh," he groaned, placing his hoof on the back of her head as he needlessly pressed her forward. She was already at his sheath, twisting and slurping, working her throat to pleasure every inch of him. Normally she would take her time and tend to each part of the shaft on its own, but she was on a time limit, and she could practically smell the needy stallions gathering around her, eagerly watching her work. She could swear she could even hear the sounds of them clopping around her.

This was clearly not Field Goal's first blowjob, as he thrust into her hungry muzzle and moaned loudly at the pleasure of her ministrations. "This is the best," he told her, and Deepthroat Cockslut took the compliment well. She teased his sheath with her lips, wrapping her tongue around as much of his thickness as she could, working quickly for his orgasm.

Finally, she heard those beautiful words. "Ahh, fuck, I'm gonna cum." Deepy only bobbed her head faster, twisted quicker, showing she had every intention to swallow his load. She could feel the flesh tighten, his balls draw upwards, everything tensed and ready to blow.

"Nng! Yeah!" he called as Deepy swallowed the first heavy spurts. It didn't matter how much she swallowed, every load was always a treat to her, warm and gooey and delicious, and her own pussy was throbbing at the pleasure of his satisfaction. She moaned deep in her throat as the motions of swallowing massaged his shaft, milking it of his seed. She lived to pleasure stallions.

When he was finished, she pulled off of him. She smiled up at him, licking her lips as he gave a satisfied, relaxed grin back down to her. She looked at the stallions surrounding her, seeing so many hard, sweaty cocks needing attention, so many tired, beaten stallions needing her love. Without missing a beat, she said, "Who's next?"

The linebacker, a colossal, somewhat chubby stallion simply named Stock, approached her, standing over her as she crawled underneath him. This was the position Deepthroat Cockslut loved the most when it came to sucking dick. She was covered by him, surrounded by his muscles, with his smell in her nose and his solid, dripping stallionhood awaiting her attention. She shoved it down her throat, suckling gratefully on his shaft, tingling with pleasure at the moans she heard from above.

Deepy didn't know who, but she heard a voice say, "I don't think she's in heat." She didn't stop her work, but a jolt went through her when she felt a pat on her butt. "Lift those flanks, mare."

She did as she was told, and she felt desperate hooves nearly tearing her powder blue cheerleading panties off her, revealing her engorged, dripping marehood.

She wasn't thinking about the fact that she had never let another colt fuck her before. She was acting on pure instinct. She lifted her tail, nice and high, for whatever stallion wanted her, her lips and tongue still continuing their important work on Stock's shaft. But, with a moan from her and whoever her new partner was, she felt some thick cock slide itself into her all too easily.

There was no pain. Only an incredible fullness in her as the stallion plunged deeper within her, a fullness very similar to what she felt during that first blowjob back on the playground. Before she could even adjust, she cried out around the cock in her throat as she felt a pounding within her, feeling hips and nuts slap against her plump flanks, the stallion's dick pumping into her roughly, with almost no concern for her pleasure.

But it didn't matter, her throat was stuffed full of cock, and now she had another way to take care of stallions. Sure, it might not have been a romantic way to lose her virginity, but Deepthroat Cockslut had never really given much thought to romance before. Her calling was to pleasure stallions, and now that she could satisfy two at once, both with her tight throat and clenching marehood, she felt ecstatic.

The tightness built within her again as she dove down onto Stock's cock with a renewed vigor, tugging at his sheath with her soft lips. The dick pounding her pussy just wouldn't let up, and her throat felt so gloriously full that an orgasm was inevitable. She let out high, needy moans around Stock's dick as the rushing, throbbing pleasure spread through her.

"Heh," the stallion fucking her remarked. "We got us a squirter. She just splattered all over the floor."

Deepthroat Cockslut hadn't even noticed the gush of fluids that came from her, but her new lover's cock did seem to slide into her with a new ease, a wonderful slickness. She wanted more, and she thrust her flanks back onto him for it.

"Fuck, that's so hot," Stock grumbled above her. "Ughhh." Without warning, her backed away from her, and she reached out a hoof to stroke his length, knowing what was coming. Placing his hooves on her shoulders to raise himself as her hooves tugged at him, she raised her face as the ropes of sticky cum burst out of him, all over her face and the front of her uniform. As much as she loved swallowing cum, she loved being covered in it as well, and she knew that the sight of her jizz-covered face and uniform would only make the others rowdier.

"Celestia!" the stallion behind her called out. He stopped his thrusting, and she gasped as she felt a new warmth flood her. It spread through her, much in the same way that her pleasure did during an orgasm, and she moaned at the feeling of it. As much as panic wanted to overtake her at the thought of getting pregnant, the feeling of cum pumping into her was too heavenly to let anything else bother her.

Almost as soon as he had pulled out, another stallion, the center, she thought, was pulling on her. "Come here." He sat on the floor and yanked her down with her back to him. Before she could even turn around to see his face, she gasped as she felt a hard, slick member poking at her tailhole.

Everything was happening so quickly that there was no time to think. Instinct and Destiny were taking over, and Deepthroat Cockslut relaxed, letting out a long breath as she lowered herself onto him.

Her breath gave way to a moan from the both of them as his lubed-up flare popped into her backside. This was much different than anything else she had ever experienced. As the inches slowly slid into her, she felt a tightness, a grip on the shaft that was unlike the feeling of a stallion's cock in her pussy. This tightness only made her feel fuller, and when she reached the hilt, she let out another moan. No pain once again, but an exciting kind of pleasure.

Seeing the other stallions eagerly awaiting her, she spread her legs, revealing the white-splattered mound of her marehood to the hoofball players. "Don't be shy, boys," she invited them.

They pounced on her. She barely had time to finish her sentence before her mouth and vagina were accepting thick, needy cocks. She did her best to pleasure every one of them, still twisting and sucking at the cock in her throat with good technique while she bounced her backside on the two dicks beneath her, but there was only so much she could do with so many stallions to care for. For once, she felt a lack of control, as the only thing she could really do was lie back, slurp at the cock in her mouth while the stallions did their thing.

She felt another surge of excitement at this. She wasn't exactly caring for these colts. She was being used by them. She was an object for them to fuck and grind against, to shove their dicks into and to empty their balls into and all over. Another orgasm was building, not only at the sensations of being pounded and humped from all sides, but from being totally surrounded by big, needy stallions, her vision totally dominated by muscular legs and fat balls, her ears ringing with low, masculine grunts of pleasure, her nose filled with the scent of sweat, cum, and arousal, and every part of her being absolutely, totally, completely stuffed full to the very brim with long, thick, meaty cock.

Deepthroat Cockslut came when they did, the intense, overwhelming pleasure not enough to stop her from sucking cock and working her ass for them. She felt semen flow into her mouth as the hot fluid was pumped into her tingling, used ass, while the stallion in her marehood pulled out to splatter her thighs and the outside of her vagina with his hot seed.

When their turns were over, they pulled out of her with wet slurps only to be replaced with three more sweaty, tired stallions in need of pleasure, stuffed with three more fat cocks looking to dump their loads.

By the time it was all over, Deepthroat Cockslut was almost sore, her body certainly throbbing with so much use, and her uniform and body were almost totally covered in sticky, drying cum. As the players were quickly putting their pads back on, there was a knock at the door. "Boys? Halftime's almost over. Hope you're ready for a fight," they heard Coach Pigskin's voice from outside.

"You bet, Coach," Field Goal answered back. As he put his helmet back on, he turned to Deepthroat Cockslut. "Feel free to use the showers. We'll help you sneak out when the game's over. We owe you one." She could only nod.

Slowly, Deepy managed to drag herself to the shower. She let out a long moan of pleasured relief when the hot water began to massage her muscles and clean the caked-on cum from her body and uniform. She was a happy mare, to be sure, but a tired one, and in need of rest. So she stayed in that shower until the players returned.

They came back, shouting and calling triumphantly. They had won, coming back in a landslide, with Field Goal living up to his name and kicking the winning goal from a record distance. She perked up at their excitement, getting tight, sweaty hugs from most of the team as they thanked her. "Couldn't have done it without you," Field Goal told her.

True to their word, they helped her sneak out once the bleachers had mostly emptied. Pigskin told Coach Vim about the cheerleader that had raised the morale of his team with her "charming spirit," and, being none the wiser, the cheer coach allowed Deepthroat Cockslut to give her nigh-magical "pep talks" to the team, with the promise that Coach Pigskin was keeping on eye on her.

As much as Deepy loved being a cheerleader, it wasn't all fun for her. Field Goal and Pom Pom broke up less than a week later. Deepy had no idea the two had been dating, and she couldn't bring herself to come to cheer practice knowing that she had helped Field Goal cheat on his marefriend.

During the next game, she bit him during the halftime break in retribution.

"Ow! What the fuck!" he shouted, pulling out quickly. He wasn't bleeding, but there was a mark.

"Sorry," she said in her most innocent voice.

Deepthroat Cockslut made it a point to figure out if any of the other team members were taken, and vowed never to be an instrument of infidelity ever again.