Recruiting the Wonderbolts

Rainbow didn’t want to rely on any pony’s power except her own; she wanted to show every pony that she was capable of serving her Master even without asking Twilight or any of the fancy magic users for help. She wanted to be able to prove she could enslave mares for their Master's harem with her own skill and awesomeness. Yet, that didn't mean she had any issue with using any of her connections within the harem to help set up opportunities for herself, so long as she wasn't relying on those ponies like Twilight and Cadance, who always seemed to hog all the spotlight.

It was time for Rainbow Dash to start working on things from her end. And thankfully, there was Wonderbolt training scheduled for today, and Rainbow was sure it was going to be the perfect opportunity. So she dressed in her finest Wonderbolt outfit, the one that was a size too small for her, and clung to her fur like a second skin, and made her way to the pitch.

She arrived in the locker room. Not for the first time, she was the last one there. Rainbow had often slept in and had to rush to make it to training, but she had never been late once. Thankfully for her, she had made it with just enough time to check out the other Wonderbolts. There were a few stallions like Soarin’ and Thunderlane, but they didn't interest her as much anymore. After all, they simply couldn't serve Spike the same way a mare with some big fat tits could.

"Cutting it close there, Crash," Spitfire said, her main target today. Spitfire had been one of Rainbow's favourites growing up, and now she was her Captain. But where once Rainbow had been enamoured by Spitfire's drive, ruthless determination and awesome flying skills, now Rainbow adored her muscular physique, fantastic ass and the ample pair of tits. "Any later and you would have been on latrine duty."

"Never been late to a meeting before, Captain, and I'm not going to start now," Rainbow assured her as she opened her locker. Inside, she had placed a poster of the three most important creatures in her life.

The first was a personal poster of her girlfriend, Applejack, that she had persuaded Applejack to model for, her fantastic ass bouncing for the camera. She had certainly learned how to shake it quite well on camera from her mother and grandmother. The second was an image of her Mistress Rarity, one of the many that Rarity liked to distribute in secret amongst the harem; her perfect body was always enough to make Rainbow weak at the knees. And finally, there was the image of her Master Spike, the only one without a lewd image, but simply having it there was a constant reminder to Rainbow of which stud she served.

"Well, it's a good thing you aren't late." Another voice said, this time a male voice. Looking over her locker door, she spotted Soarin’ approaching, having just done up his Wonderbolt suit. It seemed so strange to Rainbow that she'd ever had a crush on him. After all, he wasn't Spike! He didn't have that dragon super cock, nor the innate right to conquer every mare in the world. Compared to her Master Spike, he just seemed dull. Boring. "We've been needing to go through some high-flying exercises, and we couldn't start without you. So the Captain here was going to make us stay overtime if you were late.”

"As I should," Spitfire said, crossing her arms. "I ain't letting anyone here do any less than a full-time shift of training when it’s this dangerous," Spitfire said, eyes narrowed at her teammate. "You can't have anything less than the full hours when doing a challenge this tough."

"You should hurry, Rainbow." Another voice, this time from Misty Shy. Her creamy butter-like fur stood in sharp contrast to her electric blue mane. She watched Spitfire with a nervous eye, enough that she didn't notice Rainbow sneaking a glance at her voluminous bust. "Spitfire's been on edge today; she knows these stunts are dangerous. I think she's nervous and wants to ensure we're all taking it dead seriously."

"She's worrying too much, if you ask me," Fleetfoot said. Out of all the Wonderbolts, Fleetfoot was probably second only to Rainbow when it came to her confidence, but Rainbow didn't think she was second compared to her flying skills, not that Rainbow would tell her that. Not if it would interfere with her chances to score with that fantastic ass of hers. "We're the damn Wonderbolts, the best flyers in Equestria. Ain't no weather, height nor **** that could get in our way."

But Spitfire had overheard her, and she glared at the overconfident pegasus with a glare that would rival Fluttershy's. Even before the Captain spoke a word, Fleetfoot was shuffling back. "It's attitudes like that that'll leave you IN A FULL BODY WING AND HOOF CAST, DRINKING THROUGH A STRAW!"

"Sorry, Spitfire, I mean sorry, Captain. I'm sorry, I'm taking it seriously, Ma'am. I promise." Fleetfoot whimpered, her entire body shaking under Spitfire's verbal onslaught.

"And Rumble wonders why I don't introduce him to Spitfire," Thunderlane whispered. He was a big and burly Wonderbolt but with a soft side. Like a less **** version of Bulk Biceps when you think about it.

"Good," Spitfire said, her arms crossed. "I don't want anypony here getting hurt. This is going to be dangerous and-"

"Look, before we start, I've got a special announcement to make," Rainbow said, stepping onto one of the footstools and stealing the attention of the Wonderbolts. She could practically see the vein popping in her head.

"Rainbow Crash, I was just-"

"This will only take a minute," Rainbow said, before reaching into her bag and pulling out a poster. She had helped design it herself, an image of ponies all across Equestria surrounding a gigantic trophy. Unfortunately as much as Rainbow had wanted to, the ponies in the poster weren't dressed in lewd outfits or partaking in some kind of lewd orgy for their Master. It was still not time to reveal the true purpose of Equestria, after all. "There's a new competition taking place in my hometown, Ponyville. The Diamond Games."

Rainbow thrust a flyer into each of the hands of the Wonderbolts. Unlike the posters, these were designed solely for participants, so whilst the cover might be somewhat innocent, the insides were anything but. "This is going to be the greatest game show Equestria has ever seen, with a whole series of new sports and challenges that nopony's ever seen before. If we're going to be the best of the best, we have to prove it."

The last words had been spoken with the Root of Loyalty, and it was Rainbow's first time using it. She'd been surprised by how easy it had been, nothing like the complicated graphs and crazy calculations Twilight had shown her with her magic. It had just slipped from her lips, as easily as breathing, and the words took effect immediately. The Wonderbolts had always prided themselves on being the best, and now they were convinced that the only way to prove it would be to win these games.

They each took a flyer, but their intrigued expressions quickly turned to shock and disgust as they started to read into it. "Rainbow, what the fuck is this?"

Spitfire's question was followed by the same question, albeit worded differently, as the other Wonderbolts started to read their flyers. However, Rainbow was unperturbed. She hadn't expected anything less, but she still played innocent.

"A dildo relay race? So we have to run with a huge plastic dick in our cunts?"

"Swimsuit wrestling. Using our tits and ass only? This isn't a sport, Rainbow, it's damn softcore porn."

"Softcore porn? You've not read far enough, says here there's a cycle race where we've got a dildo thrusting into our ass. And here's one where we're literally eating out the other team."

"Are there even any male sports here, Rainbow? Looks all to be for the girls.”

"I think you're meant to be in the audience."

"What exactly were you thinking, Rainbow?" Spitfire asked, crumpling her face in anger like the flyer in her hand, but Rainbow didn't flinch or hesitate. Instead, she stood straight and looked her captain straight in the eye.

"That we're Wonderbolts," Rainbow said. "And we never back down from a challenge. It doesn't matter if it's hurricanes, whirlwinds, storms or snow, or even porn games. We're going to win, and win big. That's why we're the most awesome team in Equestria. No true Wonderbolt would ever back down just because it's a little bit shameful, right?"

Five minutes earlier, Rainbow's little speech would have been utter bullshit, and she would have been laughed off at best, and kicked off the team at worst. This wasn’t something you’d call a little bit shameful. But now the Root of Loyalty was starting to affect the Wonderbolts. Even their sense of modesty was warped as lewd acts of sports-themed hardcore pornography in public were seen as something akin to wearing a miniskirt with tight stockings in public rather than a deviant act of utter public humiliation. Their looks of disgust turned into looks of comprehension, their outrage became shame inflicted on themselves. They knew they'd never back down from a challenge, and now, thanks to the Root of Loyalty, they wouldn’t back down from the games. No matter how lewd or sexual they were.

"She's right," Spitfire admitted, her teeth gritted, but her resolve steely and determined. "No true Wonderbolt would ever back down from a sport, even one as lewd and perverted as this one. It's got the Diamond Seal of all four Princesses as well..." Spitfire showed them the back page with the mentioned seals. Rainbow's face betrayed a grin. That had been a special touch by her. She wanted this to be her win, but a Royal Seal of approval to make the offer more appealing.

The other Wonderbolts were definitely starting to consider it, even when, not even a few minutes ago, they would have thrown both these leaflets and Rainbow Dash herself out. Fleetfoot was the one who spoke first. "You know, I bet those sluts in the Crystal Empire haven't done a single day's training in their life. They're playing it easy, it takes true talent to be both a slut and a sports star."

Rainbow grinned, even as the other Wonderbolts flinched at what she said. "Fleetfoot's right, girls. A true Wonderbolt must be undefeated, whether in sports or the bedroom. We've got to have both the skills and the sex appeal to be true Wonderbolts!"

Rainbow's voice was dripping in enthusiasm, and thanks to the Root of Loyalty, she was soon not to be the only one. The remaining Wonderbolts were now turning to each other, resolve rapidly replacing any doubt. Spitfire was the first to speak. "She's right, a true Wonderbolt never backs down, so forget high-altitude flying, we've got games to win, and I'll be damned if we don't win at least three gold medals."

Rainbow grinned, and the other Wonderbolts cheered as well. "We'll start training immediately I think, we're going to have to train hard if we're going to stand a chance against those Canterlot whores."

Misty Shy was nervous, but these were just the typical nerves she would get before starting a giant sports event. She reminded Rainbow a little of Fluttershy in that way, if Fluttershy were an athlete instead of an animal lover. "There'll be a lot of ponies looking at us, expecting us to do well. I imagine the other teams from Ponyville and Canterlot will have a huge advantage... we're going to have to try extra hard to beat them."

"Then it's a damn good thing that's what we Wonderbolts do best," Spitfire said, wrapping her arms around Misty Fly's neck. "Wonderbolts, get out there immediately. I'll see about finding us equipment, we've got a game to win."

"And a prize."

"Prize?" Fleetfoot asked, head tilting. "What kind of prize?"

"Don't know, they say it's a surprise. But I'm sure it'll be a pleasant one." Rainbow said coyly.

“Enough talking, we’ll start with relay training. I know every one of you girls are the best damn runners and flyers in Equestria, but you’ve never trained relaying double ended dildos before, so we’ll start with training on that.” Spitfire barked, a slight bit more aggressively than usual. Perhaps trying to drown out her own anxieties. “T-thankfully, I know where we can get some…”

She was blushing, how cute! Rainbow Dash’s grin curved into one like a kitten’s.

Soarin’ had picked up on it, too. “I didn’t think you, of all ponies, had anything like that.”

“We all have needs.” Spitfire snapped, but she was blushing, and the others had to **** down their giggles.

“Well, it’s certainly going to come in handy,” Fleetfoot said, slapping their embarrassed captain on the back with a good-natured laugh. Thunderlane and Soarin’ were also laughing hard, though the latter looked a little shy as he did it.

Rainbow was grinning, the camaraderie between her team was back, and what was better was that it was being twisted to suit her Master Spike's needs. She couldn't wait until they were in the zone, preferably around Spike's cock if possible. "Hey, Wonderbolts. Are we going to let Canterlot down?"

This time, they were all in sync, and they had only one answer: "NEVER!"

Damn it, she was getting horny. The plan was coming all together, and it was so much fun! As she was feeling the arousal fill through her at the thought of seeing her teammates and idol, Spitfire, joining her in serving Spike as sex slaves together, Rainbow had an impish idea. Rainbow's eyes slipped towards one of their spare rooms, and she got a wicked idea. "Hey girls, isn't that room there the Masturbation Room?"

The Root of Loyalty worked. Its ever so fun magic on her fellow Wonderbolts, and the ordinarily random room (that had previously served as a changing room for the reserve team now had a new role in their minds. Misty Fly was now blushing, and Fleetfoot looked at it with a bemused, sheepish grin. "And here I was thinking that it was for the rookie reservists."

"I...oh...um... perhaps we should start training in there." Misty Fly said, blushing so red that she could give Fluttershy a run for her money. "Because the Diamond Games are coming up and everything."

"Damn it, there should've been a sign," Spitfire said, embarrassed, her teeth gritted and her eyes fixed to the floor in shame. Less strange by the fact that there was a Masturbation Room, but by the fact that they had 'mistaken' it for a reserves regular room. The way these Magical Roots played with your mind was truly fascinating. Rainbow wondered how many books Twilight had filled with her research.

"So, girls, what are you waiting for? You can bet there'll be a task that challenges our sexual stamina. We should get to training right away!" Rainbow said, all but shoving her three female Wonderbolts into the room, like she was herding horses.

"Um... what about us?" Soarin’ spluttered, ever so desperately. By the time they spoke, Rainbow had already let all the girls into the locker room, leaving the guys outside.

Rainbow at least had the good grace to look sheepish as she peered back through the door with an awkward smile. “Um, sorry boys, but you know the rules: the Masturbation Room is for female fliers only. We can’t have guys stroking their dicks here,” -None of yours are big, draconic or belonging to our Master- “Ymm…” Rainbow’s eyes darted around. Until a flash of inspiration struck her.

“Why don’t you guys go look for some sex toys?” Rainbow said, trying not to look too much like she was trying to get rid of them. She had nothing against them, they just weren’t her Master.

“Sex toys?”

“Yeah. Dildos, strap ons, vibrators, the works, we’ll need to train with all of them for the games. Go for the biggest you can find. I’m betting they’ll be using the biggest at the diamond games.” She could still see they were confused so she opted to use a little bit of the old Root. “You want to support your teammates' training, don’t ya?”

“Oh, right… yeah.” Saoarin said, blinking as his confusion faded.

“Sure thing Rainbow Dash. Don’t worry, me and Soarin’ will get right on that.” Thunderlane said, elbowing his teammate.

Rainbow meanwhile, turned around to face her other Wonderbolts, they were all looking at this room as if seeing it for the first time. Scratching their heads with frowns of confusion, questions being shared behind them. How could they not have noticed the true purpose of this room before? Shouldn’t there be sex toys in here? Were they really going to masturbate in front of each other?

Rainbow had to admit that she found the questions annoying, especially when the fun was about to begin. "Come on, girls, stop being such wet blankets. We've got training to do, and it's going to be fun."

"Rainbow's right, girls." Spitfire said, but the flash of hesitation in her eyes told Rainbow that she hadn't quite accepted her own words. Spitfire's hands were trembling at the frays of her jumpsuit, dipping her toe but unwilling to take the first plunge. So Rainbow would do so instead. "Just got to rip the band aid and shove those fingers down your cunt, like this."

Rainbow Dash threw herself onto one of the benches and with frantic hands, she pulled down the zipper of her jumpsuit. She pulled it all the way past her cleavage, down past her navel and all the way down to her groin. The other Wonderbolts were staring, each taken aback by Rainbow Dash's boldness, but Rainbow simply sent them a wink. "Yeah, I know, I've got a fantastic pussy, don't I? Any of you want a taste, don't be ashamed to ask."

They all started blushing, even the normally unflappable Spitfire. "Don't look away girls, this is what a true Wonderbolt does." Rainbow plunged her fingers into her pussy, rough and savage, just how she liked it. The other Wonderbolt girls **** themselves to watch, they were embarrassed but Rainbow knew they were intrigued. Rainbow made sure to give them a good look, so they could see just how wet she was getting.

"You see that, girls? You see how much I'm-fuck- enjoying this? Don'tcha want to join in?" Rainbow's eyes were daring. Daring them to be brave, daring them to strip themselves naked and join her on the benches. "We've got to learn to keep going after at least ten orgasms if we're to have any damn chance of winning the Diamond Games."

"T-ten?" The ordinarily confident Fleetfoot gasped, eyes wide in terror. Misty Fly looked like she was about to faint, but surprisingly, it was Spitfire who was the first to strip her outfit down to take a place on one of the benches. She marched over with a military style discipline, and had stripped her costume with the same rigid motions she would use when giving a salute.

“Come on girls, don’t be shy.” She said with an uncharacteristic shamelessness. “The girls from Canterlot and Ponyville won’t hold back and neither should we.”

She spread her legs, two fingers spread her pussy lips with ease, whilst her middle finger was stroking the exposed flesh. “Don’t plunge it all in at once, girls. Tease to begin with, warm up as you would any other exercise.”

There was a certain strictness to Spitfire’s face, as if every word she spoke was through gritted teeth. But her advice was sound, almost too sound. As if it wasn’t her first time… in fact Rainbow noticed she wasn’t too shabby with those fingers.

As Fleetfoot and Misty Shy started to strip with blushing faces and shaking hands. But, nevertheless, they found the courage to strip naked and start to masturbate, Rainbow watching them with a perverted glee.

“Fuck yeah, girls! Pump those pussies, don’t be shy! You’re going to make squirts of cum fly!” Rainbow cheered as she continued to pump her own pussy. She almost wished she had a pair of Pom-Poms to start cheering with.

To her surprise, her fellow Wonderbolts didn’t seem embarrassed or angry by Rainbow’s lewd cheer but instead shared some weak but amused smiles.

“Leave it to Rainbow to find a way to-FUCK!-to make this a contest.” Fleetfoot smiled weakly.

"Fuck yeah, bitches! We can't half-ass this shit. We're the Wonderbolts! No half measures!" Rainbow Dash cheered, now really getting into her cheerleader persona as the other Wonderbolts watched her with amused grins. Her enthusiasm was infectious, even without the Root of Loyalty.

"Perhaps we should get our friend Rainbow a cheerleader costume, I'm sure she'd love to do that." Misty Fly was smiling now. Weakly, but smiling nonetheless, as she started to masturbate in front of her teammates. It was a little bit of progress for a shy pony like her, small progress but progress all the same. Rainbow couldn't help but remember the way that Fluttershy had been so shy, until she'd gotten her Root of Laughter. Now she was the biggest pervert Rainbow knew, and maybe the same could be done with Misty Fly.

"Perhaps she should get a part time job." Fleetfoot said, her grin was wider. She was starting to get into it, her natural confidence allowing her to break through the humiliation of exhibitionism. Spitfire was still not making eye contact with them, even though she was the most skilled of them. The closet pervert seemed to be the most scared of embracing her true slutty side.

"Maybe closer to retirement." Rainbow said, with a smile. "You lot look like you're getting the hang of it."

"Don't get complacent. girls, we've got a lot to catch up on." Spitfire grunted, her fingers now knuckle deep. "Make no mistake, I'm going to be driving you all to the bone if we're going to win this thing. Understood?!"

"Understood!"

A/N: A quick introduction to the Wonderbolts in this chapter, since some characters like Misty Fly and Fleetfoot don't get that much characterisation. (At least not that I can remember). It also gives me some time to think of some perverted sports for the next few chapters. Suggestions are still welcome for that, by the way.

Any suggestions, feedback, and constructive criticism are welcome.

And special thanks to ShadowLDrago and Jonathan Stag for proofreading this chapter.