Dash’s Resolution

”I want to join the Wonderbolts!”

Written by: TwistedSpectrum

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Rainbow Dash was the second one to leave the library that day. Her resolution for New Years was already on her mind: Joining the Wonderbolts! She figured she could get a few extra hours of training in today, and she knew she’d probably need it. She remembered, back at the Wonderbolt Academy, that Spitfire had told her the Wonderbolts don’t really need any new members on the team. Dash knew that this meant she had to work really hard to get in. She realized she’d have to do whatever they said, but that maybe this would be the year she got in!

Dash cursed the Equestrian healthcare system for making it so hard to become a Wonderbolt in this age. Unicorn magic in the medical field was extremely advanced, and it wasn’t uncommon for wealthy, important ponies to live for centuries in perfect health. Unfortunately, the Wonderbolts were among that upper class. With none of the current members getting sick or retiring anytime soon, they weren’t expected to need to hire anyone new for at least another 100 years.

Rainbow Dash couldn’t wait that long, she wanted in now! Ah, but what’s the use, all the team positions were already filled. There’s just no way she could ever—

“Rainbow Dash!”

Rainbow Dash froze in mid air at the sound of that voice. She recognized who it was, but no, that didn’t make any sense. Why would she come to Ponyville?

“I’ve been looking for you, Rainbow,” said the Captain of the Wonderbolts.

Dash turned around slowly, her eyes growing wide. “S-Spitfire?”

The yellow pegasus glared with her eyes. “That’s Captain Spitfire to you, missy.”

Dash hastily threw a salute. “Y-yes ma’am—Captain—ma’am.”

“Follow me, cadet.” Spitfire said, unceremoniously, as she flew off towards Cloudsdale.

Dash followed behind her on reflex. “Captain Ma’am, where are we going? Why were you looking for me, ma’am?”

“A position has opened,” Spitfire muttered, not even bothering to look back at Dash.

Dash’s heart skipped a few beats and a squee escaped of her mouth. “Are you serious! A spot on the team? FOR ME!?”

Spitfire glared back at the recruit. “Not for you necessarily. It’s for the most qualified candidate. Whether or not that’s you remains to be seen. You are to report to the Wonderbolts stadium with me, and the team members and I shall analyse your skills to determine if you will be welcomed to the team.”

Dash threw a salute as she smiled wider than she ever had before. “I won’t let you down, ma’am. I’ll show you that I’m qualified, ma’am.”

Spitfire rolled her eyes and returned to her flightpath. God this recruit was stupid. Well, whatever, she’d come out on top when the stallion members of the team were excited about bringing in a new mare.

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Soarin looked up as Spitfire and the new mare landed in the center of the stadium. He turned to Rapidfire and nudged his fellow stallion. “Hey, check out the fresh meat.”

Rapidfire looked over the cyan mare who had landed a few dozen meters away. “Looks pretty good.”

Soarin rose an eyebrow “We’ll see about that.” Soarin knew Dash from the pictures they’d voted on to select her. She looked really good in those shots, but he really wanted to see her up close before he made up his mind on whether or not she could join the team.

“Yo, new girl, come over here!” Rapidfire waved a hoof at her.

“God damn, she looks eager.” Soarin chuckled as Dash smiled and her eyes lit up as she trotted over.

“I don’t know where Spitfire finds these mares, honestly.”

Soarin shrugged. “Finding mares is easy, finding good mares is hard.”

Rainbow got within earshot and they could already hear her squees. “Oh my gosh, Soarin! I know all your lap times! And Rapidfire, you set 12 world records!”

“Mmmhm, yeah, sure. Give us a spin, kid.” Rapidfire made a turning motion with a hoof.

“A spin? Oh, uh sure.” Dash turned in place slowly. “My name’s Rainbow Dash by the way! I was the best in my class! But hey, you probably knew that already, right?” She gave out a nervous laugh.

Dash jumped a centimeter in the air when she felt hooves land on her flanks mid turn. “Hold it right there kid.” Soarin muttered as he stopped the new recruit with her ass facing him.

Rapidfire poked at her toned flanks with a hoof. He shook his head as he looked at Soarin. “I don’t know man. Not too much cushion back here. It’s all muscle.”

Dash laughed nervously, “Ha, yeah, I work out a lot. Lots of sprinting on hoof, you know, for faster start times and stuff. I train myself everyday.”

Soarin tuned her out, then ran a hoof down her legs. “Yeah, Rapidfire, I agree, she is a bit too lean, isn’t she? Well how does the rest of her look?”

Dash felt a gust of cold air as one of the stallions pulled her tail up. “Ah! Hey!”

The stallions ignored her. “Mmmm, very nice. Damn, she looks tight.”

Dash stepped forward, jerking her tail back to cover herself and then turning around to face the perverts. “Hey! What do you think you guys are doing! I thought you were professionals!”

The two stallions stared at her, expressionless. Soarin turned to his friend, “A little feisty, could be fun.”

Rapidfire nods, utterly ignoring Dash’s presence. “Yeah, not bad. Reminds me a little of Black Lightning, all those years back.”

Dash stamps her hooves. “What is this, a joke? Come on, quit messing around, when are we getting to the trials? I wanna show you my skills!” She waved a hoof in front of them, waiting for a reply. “Hello! I’m talking to you guys!”

“Recruit! What the hell do you think you’re doing!” Spitfire snapped from a few meters away and trotted over to them.

Dash lowered her eyes and glanced over at the Captain. “Sorry ma’am, I was just talking to—”

“Rule One: Don’t speak to your stallions unless spoken to. Do you ever want this job recruit?”

Dash’s mouth drops open and she stumbles for words. “Yes ma’am! Of course ma’am! I just don’t know what they were doing and they wouldn’t...”

Spitfire waved at Dash to dismiss her ramblings. She then turned to her peers. “So, Soarin, Rapidfire, what do you think?”

Soarin shrugged. “Eh. I’ve seen better. Nice cunt, but she seems a little too boney.”

Dash scrunched her face. What did he say, he’s seen better? Oh no, he must not think she’s in shape to race with them! What if she doesn’t get this position! She has to get it! She’s so close, she can’t lose now!

Rapidfire threw in his two cents. “I think she’ll work, but yeah, not enough cushion of the pushin’, if you know what I mean.” Dash was busy in her internal thoughts and wasn’t really paying attention, she knew she had to do anything she could to get on the team!

Spitfire glanced the cyan mare up and down. She did look a little too boney, way too muscular too, no ‘team mare’ should have a body that fit. “Hmmm, don’t worry guys, we can fix this.”

Dash snapped back to attention. “Fix what? I’ll do anything!”

Spitfire nodded. “We’ll have a special diet for you. Custom made to help make your body more ideal for this new job.”

“I’ll do it! I’ll eat whatever diet you want!” Dash’s eyes sparkled. “Does that mean I got the job!?”

“We’ll see.”

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Back in the Wonderbolt offices Soarin and Rapidfire were showing new photos of the new mare to the other stallions on the team. There were close to fifty male Wonderbolts in all, and each one had questions about the potential new mare.

“No worries Quicksilver, we checked her health records, she’s 100% clean, no STD’s of any kind.”

Another stallion looked the photo’s over. “She’s a bit skinny, isn’t she?”

Rapidfire shook his head. “We’re taking care of that, Spitfire is had our chef mix up some special feed. One gallon of pure lard, with estrogen supplements blended right in. The mare agreed to any diet, so we’re feeding her that three times a day until she plumps up as desired.”

“Why the estrogen supplements?”

Rapidfire smirked. “You know how Soarin likes all his mares to have plump crotchtits.”

Soarin rolls his eyes. “Yeah, like I’m the only stallion here who like to see some big feminine assets. Anyway, this estrogen supplement is also formulated to break her muscles down faster.”

“Ah, perfect.” A stallion nodded. “I was gonna say, she’s way too jacked in her current state.”

Soarin tosses a hoof. “No worries, she’ll be a weak little bitch with huge flanks and tits in just a few days.”

Another pegasus nods. “Do we have to wait that long to use her? I’ve been flying like crap ever since our last mare passed away from that accident.”

Soarin and Rapidfire exchanged glances with Spitfire. The latter shrugged. “She can start working full time today, well, once she signs the liability papers.”

“Sounds great, let’s go welcome her to the team!”

Soarin raises a hoof. “Well, we need to give the performance test first. Looks are only half the criteria here, she needs skills too.”

Spitfire nodded and looked over at a nearby corkboard. “The winners of this month’s canned food drive are Rapidfire, Quicksilver, and Black Thunder. Looks like you guys get to go administer the performance tests.”

“Fuck yeah!” Quicksilver hoof bumped the other two lucky stallions.

Soarin passes a clipboard over to them. “Be sure to record the results. And if she passes, get her to sign that employment form when you’re done.”

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Dash smacked her lips as she downed the last of the bucket of lard out in the food tent. The Wonderbolt chef glanced at the bucket to make sure it was empty. “Okay, Ms. Dash, you’re finished. Spitfire told me to remind you to return in four hours for the next serving.”

“Yes ma’am!” Dash tried to do a quick salute, but her limbs felt really sluggish. She asked herself if she maybe ate too much, but quickly dismissed it. She figured that since the Wonderbolts ordered her to eat that meal, it was obviously going to make her better at her new job. She giggled at the thought, she was totally going to get this job. She was going to be a Wonderbolt! A real Wonderbolt! Her lifelong dream! She just had to pass the performance test and then—

“Oh, there she is.” Quicksilver mumbled.

Rainbow Dash glanced at the source of the noise and spotted three stallions. They were all wearing their skin-tight Wonderbolt suits, and one had a clipboard. They were probably here to give her the performance test!

Quicksilver snarled. “Oy, mare! Get your ass over here.”

“Yes sir, right away sir!”. Rainbow gulped as she headed over to him out out of the field. She knew he was Quicksilver, the champion of the inverse loop, and one of the fastest long distance flyers of this generation. He was also known as a bit of a hardass, but he was one of the best there was. She knew that if she could impress him, then she was as good as hired!

“Get on your belly, mare.”

“My name is Rainbow Dash...” She mumbled, but did exactly as he said and got on her belly and watched him trot closer. She’d never been this close to a Wonderbolt stallion in his suit before! He was practically standing over her.

“Unzip my lower opening.” Quicksilver said without emotion in his voice.

Dash gulped. That was the one that covered his private parts! “Y-yes sir...” She fumbled a hoof at the zipper. He probably can’t reach it himself and needs to go to the bathroom. As the rookie on the team she’d probably have to do odd jobs like this.

“Hey, don’t use the hooves. Use your mouth to unzip it.” Quicksilver commanded. Dash paused and reasoned with herself. The suit fabric was probably really fragile, he probably simply didn’t want her hooves to damage it. Yeah, her mouth would work best. She gingerly leaned her head towards his crotch and grabbed the zipper in her teeth, then pulled her head back and unzipped the crotch on his suit.

“Aaah!” Dash cried out as a massive, erect stallion cock flopped out and landed across her snout. She tried to jump backwards, but she was stuck under the stallion. In fact, she couldn’t even move for some reason. Dash glanced back and saw that Quicksilver had placed his forehooves on her back. “Hey, umm, I’m stuck! Quicksilver? Sir?”

The stallion responded by jerking his hips and making his cock smack her on the lips. “I don’t got all day, mare.”

Dash squirmed around, under the stallion. “What is this? Come on, let me out, it smells really gross!”

Rapidfire, standing nearby with the clipboard, couldn’t help but smirk. Yeah, it probably really did smell. They rarely washed these suits and they got pretty sweaty when they performed. Their cocks were practically soaked in their ball sweat. He almost felt bad for the mare, almost. “Come on recruit, you signed up for this job trial, didn’t you? Time to show us what you got.”

Dash whimpered. They were serious? They wanted her to suck Quicksilver’s cock? She’s heard of the phrase “It’s not what you know, it’s who you blow”, but she thought that only applied in the Canterlot business world! Did she really have to do that here in order to get hired as a Wonderbolt star?

The cock jerked upwards again and landed on her lips. She closed her eyes and thought to herself ‘Come on, Dash, this will all be worth it, you gotta get on the team!’ She parted her lips and gave the rancid horsecock a suckle.

Quicksilver grunted, “Come on bitch, we haven’t got all day. If you wanna be hired you better be able to do these quick.”

“Yss shur,” Dash mumbled through a muzzle that was full of hot, sweaty horse cock.

Quicksilver starting thrusting himself down her throat, further cutting off the mare’s ability to speak. Black Thunder decided it was his time to join in on the performance exam. He walked around to her exposed ass and lifted her tail. “I gotta admit, mare, this is one of the tightest pussies I’ve even seen in a job applicant for this position. Have you ever even been with a stallion before?”

“Mmmmphrr!” The mare recruit said, alarmed. What the hell kind of job interview was this!? Didn’t they need to test her flying abilities and stuff? She really wanted to ask what was up, but she knew none of them could understand her as Quicksilver had hilted himself down her throat. She gagged slightly as she felt her entire esophagus get fucked by the oversized pony cock.

Thunder never got a clear answer from the mare about her virginity, but he slid his dick into her tight pussy regardless. He heard her cry out in some sort of surprise, but he was too lost in his own moans. After a few more thrusts he glanced at the stallion with the clipboard. “Oh god, Rapidfire, put her down for 10/10 on quality of her cunt. This is hands down, the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt in a mare.”

Rapidfire hastily made the marking and then trotted closer to her. “Don’t you two think for a second that I’m going to let you have all the fun. Move over a bit Thunder, dibs on the anus.”

Dash’s ears perked up and she tried to cry out past the flaring cock in her mouth. Triple penetration, they had to be kidding! What the fuck did they think she was, some whore?

“Come on in, the bitch is fine.” Thunder said with a smirk as he shifted along with Quicksilver in order to open a path for Rapidfire to join in on the job interview.

Rainbow Dash felt the third cock ram into her and she tried to just focus on his goals. “Come on Dash, just be nice and do what they say. You wanna be a member on the Wonderbolts. Gotta get through this, gotta get on the team... gotta get on the team... this is the only way...”

A few seconds later, Quicksilver came. He was still deepthroating her and felt his cum get pumped directly into her stomach. For a second he considered pulling back a bit so the whore could at least taste his cum. He knew most mares are into that sort of thing, but nah. This wasn’t a date; this was a job interview. This dumb bitch was applying for the job of team cum dumpster. Such a position meant that she would have to get used to sucking cock professionally, and not just for pleasure.

“Blargh!” Dash sputtered as Quicksilver’s now-flaccid cock left her mouth. “There, I did it for you!” She winced as the two stallions behind her continued to pound into her ass and cunt. “I did what you wanted, so, did I get the job!?”

“I’d vote yes, this ass is so fucking warm and tight, I’d love to have her around.”

“I agree with Rapidfire’s vote.” Thunder moaned as he felt himself start to flare. “This pussy is so slick, I love it!”

Quicksilver shrugged. “Her mouth was alright. I’ve felt better before, but if you guys like her snatch that much, I’d be willing to sign her on.”

“Really?!” Dash grinned wide. “I made the team?” She was so happy she started to grind back into the cocks behind her. Getting triple penetrated was so worth it if it meant she was going to be a Wonderbolt! “You sure you don’t wanna see my flying moves though?”

Quicksilver scoffed, then dropped the contract, and a quill, at her feet. “Why the fuck would we want to see your flying moves? We saw your cunt, that’s all we needed from you. You passed the exam, just sign the contract if you want the job, whore.”

Dash’s mouth dried up and her ass went numb as she stared down at the paper before her:

CONTRACT: WONDERBOLT CUM DUMPSTER

• Position title: Whore/cumdumpster

• Job description: Stallions are known to fly slower when their balls are full, applicant is to live with the team permanently and remain in the locker room, accessible at all times. All stallions are required to empty their balls into applicant before each team practice and event. Stallions also have the option to dump their cum into applicant whenever they feel it is necessary.

• Pay: No salary, no benefits. Payment will simply be room and board.

• Term: Lifelong, applicant is not allowed to leave service once started.

• Additional Remarks: Upon accepting the job, applicant will lose their legal status as a citizen and be considered full property of the The Wonderbolts ®. Applicant will forfeit all property, possessions, and future decision making, leaving them in the hands of her owners. Applicant will also forfeit their prior name, and hereafter will only be referred to as ‘whore’, ‘mare’, ‘slut’, ‘bitch’ or ‘cumdumpster’. Anyone caught saying applicant’s original name will be fined.

-Contract begins upon signature and may not be revoked by any party.

-Applicant’s Current Name: Rainbow Dash

-Applicant Signature: __________

Dash didn’t even feel the stallion behind her blow his load into her cunt. Her mouth just trembled as she read over the contract again. “Team... cumdumpster?”

Thunder moved up alongside her. “What’s the matter kid? It’s what you wanted ain’t it?”

Dash’s eyes glazed over and she trembled as she started to contemplate actually doing it. “I... I wanted to be a Wonderbolt... I want to be on the team...”

Rapidfire pulled out of her ass and trotted around to her front to finish on her face. “Yeah, we know, that’s what Spitfire said. You’ll be employed by the team.”

Dash held back a sob. “I’d be a whore...”

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.” Rapidfire paused for a second as he came, blowing hot globs all over the mare’s face. “I think it suits you well, the team would fly much better if you were here!”

Thunder pats her on the back. “Yeah, and you said you wanted to be a member, right? How else did you think you were going to get on the team?”

Quicksilver heard the discussion and laughed heartedly. “Maybe the whore thought she could be one of the fliers.”

Dash shrank down in humiliation as all three stallions roared with laughter. She could feel the cum dripping out of her ass, pussy, and running down her face. She would never make it as a flyer...

Quicksilver nudged the quill over to her. “Come on, slut, sign the paper, or get out of here and never join the Wonderbolts.”

Her new year’s resolution pounded across her head and her mouth practically spoke on its own. “I need to join the Wonderbolts... Please let me join, I wanna do it... Please...” Dash grabbed the quill in her mouth, and her muscle memory guided her through signing the contract. “I wanna do it, I wanna be a Wonderbolt, I’ll do anything you say...”

Quicksilver snapped up the signed contract. “Oh, you’ll be doing plenty of that, you fucking slut. Go to the locker room and get ready for your first job. Team practice is in 15 minutes and there are fifty two stallions flying today. I hope you got your cock sucking lips ready.”

Rainbow Dash, no, the team cumdumpster nodded slowly. “Am I... Am I a Wonderbolt now?”

Thunder waved a hoof “Yeah, sure, whatever. Just shut the fuck up and get in our locker room, whore.”

Quicksilver grimaced. “And don’t forget rule one, you stupid slut. You’re not to speak to us, your mouth is for fucking and sucking, not talking.”

Rapidfire nods. “Mmm, that reminds me, I’ll let the chef know you took the job. Your lard meals will be sent to your new home in the locker room.”

The whore looked up, “Wait, that meal was lard?! But, my figure! I trained this body for over a decade to be strong and—”

Quicksilver bumps her shoulder with a hoof to cut her off. “Hey! I told you twice already, lips are only for sucking and fucking only!”

Dash nodded. She was a Wonderbolt now, she better do what her masters say.

~~~~~~~~~Later that day~~~~~~~~

Discord snapped his fingers, appearing in Dash’s house. He’d just finished ensuring Pinkie got her resolution, and had opted to do Dash’s next. His mind raced with the possibilities. Perhaps he seals her into a rubber flight suit—no wait, that’s it! Discord chuckles. He’ll turn Dash into a flight suit. Then, she’ll get in the Wonderbolts! Or, more accurately, they’ll get in her.

He searches around the house, not finding Dash anywhere. There a knock at the door so he snaps his fingers and appears on the porch.

“Derpy?” Discord says surprised. “You’re not Dash, have you seen her?”

“Nope, but I know where she is. Ms. Spitfire asked me to contact the regional weather office, and put a vacancy notice on Dash’s house. She was accepted to the Wonderbolts!”

He chuckles. It looks like Dash didn’t need his help after all. Perhaps this mare could use a friendly hoof. “Oh, where are my manners. I’m helping ponies get their New Years Resolutions on the right track. May I ask what a lovely mare like you has set for a goal?”

~~~~~~~~~Six Months Later~~~~~~~~

“Oh man, what a practice!” Soarin stretched his wings as they walked into the locker room.

Spitfire, walked alongside him and nodded. “Yeah, that was quite a challenging one. You going to the Grand Galloping Gala tonight? All the royals are attending again.”

“Yeah, I should be there around six.” Soarin paused to hit a bell on the wall.

“Do you have a tie?” Spitfire smiled, last year Soarin forgot it and almost wasn’t allowed in without one.

“Very funny Spits, yes I have my tie.” Soarin shook his head with amusement. A moment later the automatic door next to them slid back. The cumdumpster heard her bell and trotted out of her closet to be used. She had a cowbell around her neck that read “Property of Wonderbolts”, and her flanks were branded with the text “Cumdumpster”. The block lettering covered up her cutie mark, and no one on the team ever really remembered what it was.

In any case, it took the whore a few seconds to trot towards the awaiting stallion. She gained a good 250 pounds since she first arrived, nearly all of it going to her flanks and massive crotchtits. It wasn’t without cost though, her toned muscles had nearly all wasted away. She knew she couldn’t even fly an inch off the ground anymore. No one else knew though, simply because no one else cared in the slightest. They did care about her wings a little bit though, as they made great handlebars to grab when they were fucking her. Sadly, her once slick cunt had been stretched open from hundreds of days of endless fucking. But while her cunt was loose, at least her ass remained fairly tight.

Soarin preferred her mouth at any rate, and slipped his cock into her waiting lips. Those lips of hers were perpetually sucking cock, so much so that even when the whore was alone her lips were naturally parted as if there was a cock between them.

Soarin thrust his sweat-soaked cock into her mouth and he continued his conversation with Spitfire. “Think they’ll have hot food at the Gala tonight?”

Spitfire yawned. “Maybe, and hopefully it’s better this year, last year the catering sucked.”

“No kidding.” Soarin nodded slowly at Spitfire, paying zero attention to the thing sucking him off. “You’d think they’d actually have good food at these things too.”

“Whatever, I’m just there for the free booze.”

“Heh, seconded.” Soaring chuckled, then blew his load a moment later. Most of it went down the throat of the ‘dumpster, but some of it went on her face. Or maybe it all went in her mouth, truth be told, no one was really paying it any attention to those details. The whore was there to do her job, and she did it well. But like any piece of property owned by an organization, it fades into the background pretty quick.

Well, she thought, at least she got what she wanted, it was the best New Years Resolution ever.

Author's Note

“Oh god I’m so sorry.”

-TwistedSpec