After the stallions had finished raping them the previous morning, the three mares were fed slop and forced to run hobbled on the base's neglected airstrip. The cracked pavement, once a smooth strip of freedom incarnate, was now cracked and jagged. Thorns pressed through the aging surface and stabbed at the frog in Rainbow’s hoofs, and the hobbles made her progress slow and clumsy. A seedling rapevine lashed out at her, hidden beneath a slab of loose asphalt, and coiled around the link between her legs. She fell face-first and a thistle pierced her left breast making her cry out. Spitfire and Lightning Dust shuffled past her, not daring to stop whilst their masters looked on. Dash shook free of the weak tendril and rolled to her feet. Instinctively, she tried to spread her wings to stabilize herself, but her prized appendages only pressed against the hard sheath on her back, turning the now persistent itch into a cramped jolt of pain. She increased her gait, passing her two compatriots once again. She knew it wasn’t supposed to be competitive, but she pushed herself faster and faster down the two mile stretch. She had always considered herself to be a champion, and damned if she would let that be taken from her too.

What happened next was even worse. Two cadets grabbed her arms as she crossed runway's threshold and began to drag her to the mess hall. Rainbow stumbled and faltered as she was pulled faster than her hobbled legs could maintain. They bound her to a table and began to ferociously fondle, tickle, and rut her naked form. Rainbow winced as they called one of the building's three Reds over. The submissive mare offered them steaming coffee as she ground her sex against Dash's. One stallion produce a set of cuffs and positioned her on top of Dash. Her fur was already encrusted with dried cum and chafed at Rainbow's erect nipples as her weight torqued Rainbow's sheaths, making her grunt and squeeze her eyes shut in equal parts pleasure and pain. Linking the two mares's wrists and ankles, the stallions stepped apart. Out of curiosity, she opened her eyes and instantly and began to panic. A large machine had been rolled up, to which the had been attached a thick U-shaped dildo, the largest she had seen since the abuse had begun. She felt the Red shifting as the blue stallion lubed her, and Dash noted with irritation, that he had no intention of giving her that small mercy, and squirmed futilely as the stallions stuffed it in. They stopped pushing and pulling the fake phallus, so she allowed herself to exhale. The flywheel began to spin and Rainbow cried out as she realized that they had barely put the tip in. The soulless bastards laughed and jeered as the machine did it for them, and she did the only thing she could: she buried her muzzle in the Red's breast to stifle the imminent scream.

Each emotionless thrust seemed stretch her cyan clit, and the relief from it's retreat only a fraction of a moment as the pain saturated her pelvis. She felt her thighs become slick with a warm fluid. Surely, she couldn't have climaxed already. The mare moaning gleefully on top of her? Cum from the jerking stallions? Blood? In the distance she heard the stallions' laughter turn to yells, and the distinct sound of bone breaking. In an instant, the instrument of her despair was ripped from her vagina and a tidal wave of sound crashed on her ears, as she gasped in relief as the pain ceased, punctuated by the cacaphony of the machine toppling. Rainbow opened her eyes as two soft but strong hands unlocked the infernal constraints that pinned her. She opened her eyes to behold Spitfire's yellow face.

Spitfire finished removing the restraints and chased off the Red with a mild buck. Rainbow looked about, bewildered at the turn of events and beheld a sight that flooded her with emotions. The cadets that had moments ago been an abusive rabble stood abreast, the green one at attention and the blue one cradling his broken wrist. Before them, a furious Soarin, flanked by Lieutenant Thunderlane and Gunny Fast Clip who wore a Smokey Bear, bellowed a string of epithets and wielding his revolver like a club. He looked turned and looked at her. Her heart fluttered as she looked into his green eyes. For two years, she had come to recognize them as hard and narrow, perpetually radiating lust and anger. Now, they betrayed sorrow and pain, something that she found completely alien in the Stallion. Spitfire followed her gaze and gasped as she too beheld his suddenly softened features.

Thunderlane whispered into his ear and he blinked. The two mares sighed in unison as his eyes became cold and furious once more and he refocused his rage on the two subordinates.

"You Cele-, you damned foals," he hissed. He winced at his near use of the taboo phrasing, but continued. "How DARE you treat my property like that?!" He slapped the stallion's broken wrist with his sidearm, making the stallion yelp, and forced his naked, shaking body into the proper position. The green one's stiff stance gave him little refuge as Soarin brought his knee up into the cadet's nethers, doubling him over.

The Gunny wasted no time, and hollered into his ear, screaming at him to get up. Soarin continued, heedless of their pain and pointed at the two mares. “Do you recognize them?” He holstered the pistol and began to slowly pace around the trembling cadets. “They are two of the last bastions of disorder and impurity from the Old Order. As such, Dainn has tasked me with making examples of them. NOT to break them."

His voice suddenly smooth and calm. "You two were graced by King Dainn when he gave you the right to be a cadet for my beloved unit."He slowly, deliberately, took a step, his boot clad hoof ringing on the faux-wood floor.
"Stoicism."
Step.
"Honor."
Step.
"Heroism."
Step.
"Discipline"
With a final pace, he stopped abreast of the two offenders.

"It was under these three ideals that the Wonderbolts were formed under the EUP." Dash swallowed, expecting him to corrupt the historical narrative that she had learned. "In our New Order, if not even more so, we are obligated to carry out those directives." In a flash he drew his revolver and ejected three shotshells, tossing one at the feet of each cadet, and one at the feet of the two mares. He cocked the hammer and tossed it to the blue stallion. "Private Dusk. Reload it."

The injured cadet wrapped his hand around the gun's rubber grip and rested his finger on the trigger. Bending at the waist he reached for the fallen round, sliding it into the cylinder with his hoof. "Private DeSal, your turn." Dash winced as the firearm drifted towards Thunderlane. "That's enough. Give it to Dash."

"Sir?" The mess hall became quiet and all eyes turned to Soarin in shock.

"He means 'hand Rainbow Dash the gun' dipshit," Thunderlane drawled.

Hesitantly, the green stallion handed the stunned mare the weapon. "Reload it," ordered Soarin.

Haltingly, she gently lowered the hammer, subconsciously laying her finger on the side of the trigger guard and lowered the barrel to the floor. Kneeling to conceal her sex, she opened the cylinder and loaded the remaining round. She rose shutting the now full cylinder, and engaging the safety with her thumb.

"Spitfire, what did they do wrong?" He indicated the two cadets.

"A-amateur mistakes, sir. Private Dusk put his finger on the trigger when he did not intend to fire it, and Private DeSal pointed it in an insecure direction. Neither of them lowered the hammer out of the firing position"

"That is Master to you, cunt!"

"Shove it, DeSal!" Soarin growled in the cadet's face. Was he actually going to defend them? After that twisted speech? After years of torturing them and other mares? Rainbow was not sure what she had expected, but her hopes were shattered as he stepped forward and pinched and twisted their nipples. Rainbow considered the gun in her hand, but forced herself not to use it. "These two are females, inferior and weaker than males in every way." He released them and turned, retrieving the firearm and clasping his hands behind his back. "And YET," he snapped, "these two worthless bitches are more adept at a stallion's work than YOU!" He pointed at the two offenders. "Get off of my beloved base."

The two stallions looked at each other and quickly grabbed their uniforms and sprinted for their quarters, desperate to escape the wrath of the imposing officer. Soarin watched as they scrambled, still naked, out of the building. "Tell me, slut, you had the gun. Locked and loaded. All you had to do was pull the trigger. Three lead and copper slugs, and you could have your revenge." He turned. "Why didn't you?" He grinned, and Rainbow knew that another punishment was following close behind, regardless of what they said, having trapped them by allowing them to criticize the two cadets. She opened her mouth to make a quip, but Spitfire beat her to it.

"Buckshot is worth more intact than you are," she spat at her former lover.

"Take the day off, boys," he proclaimed to the stallions flanking him, "but I need them at the cloudiseum by ten hundred. You know the rules." As his horny henchmen seized the two mares, he drew his weapon once more, and emptied it into the toppled sex machine, scattering plastic, metal, and wood splinters across the room and pitting the floor. The three startled Reds watched wide-eyed as Soarin reloaded and tucked it into his holster. "You have until lunch to clean up their mess," he proclaimed as he left to prepare Lightning Dust for the next day's festivities

Author's Note

Until this point, I was attempting to make this story canon. However, non_creepy_nickname has made it clear to me that he/she has no interest in conclusions. I will update this story to keep it plausible in the FoE universe, but I cannot, in good consciousness, allow this to become yet another one of despair and futility. However, should ncn and the other authors decide that the time has come to end their saga, I will be eager to collaborate with them again