The Band of Loyalty

Rainbow turned away from Spitfire, projecting several horrid words at King in her mind, trying to convince him to stay quiet and let her handle this. As she was standing, hunched over, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Spitfire had reached over the partition to comfort her. "Is everything alright, Dash?"

"Yeah, just a bit of an internal struggle, that's all."

"Anything I can help with?"

Rainbow took Spitfire's hand. "Actually, yeah. There is a way for you to help me. I need to be in as many shows as possible. The sooner, the better."

Spitfire shook her head. "I can't just put you in every show, Dash. That's not fair to the other 'Bolts, and I imagine you'll be rather spent by the end of the first week."

"Don't worry about me," smiled Rainbow. "I can take it."

"That still doesn't solve the other problem. The Wonderbolts operate as a team, Rainbow. We have to look out for each other, share in our triumphs, and help each other when in need. We're more than just an airshow."

Rainbow took a deep breath. "I know. I'm not asking for every show, I'm merely asking for as many as I can do. Please, it's important."

Spitfire folded her arms. "I'm going to need to hear a good reason."

Rainbow shook her head. "I can't tell you my reason. I can tell you that it's important, and I need it. Other than that, I can't really say anything."

Spitfire raised an eyebrow. "I can't look out for you if you don't trust me, Dash. I want to help you, but you're not giving me everything I need to do so. But I'll tell you what I will do. This weekend, there's going to be a charity event. The Wonderbolts are scheduled to perform. It's a simple routine; you'll pick it up in no time. I'll substitute you in for Plum Blossom. If you do well there, I'll consider increasing your stage time."

Rainbow smiled and sighed. "Thanks. I wish it was something sooner, but I'll manage. I guarantee, I'll make that charity event spectacular." She turned off her water. She was done with her shower.

Spitfire turned back to her own spray of water. She was almost done, she just needed a rinse. "There is another event in two days. If you'd come back sooner, I'd have swapped you into that one, but I'm not that forgiving. Besides, you spent the entire day in a wardrobe violation."

Rainbow scratched the back of her neck. "Yeah, about that... I can't take that belt off. It's practically fused to my flesh at this point. That's why I had to see a doctor before I came back."

Spitfire raised an eyebrow. "Really? You can't take it off?" Turning off the water, she stepped around the partition and looked at Rainbow's waist. It wasn't the belt that caught her attention, though. "I imagine the belt wasn't the only thing that you talked to the doctor about."

Rainbow blushed and looked away. "I was trying to keep that hidden, to keep a low profile."

"You want to keep a low profile?" chuckled Spitfire. "The best way to do that is to not be in any shows at all. Being involved in so many is more akin to showing off." She approached and grabbed Rainbow's cock. "Is it real?"

Rainbow nodded. "It's caused me no end of trouble. That's why I need the shows. I need to take my mind off of this... thing."

"It's called a dick, Dash," scowled Spitfire. "And before you do any performing, I want the royal physician to give you a look. Unfortunately, he's out of town right now. Consider yourself grounded for the next two weeks."

As Spitfire turned to leave, Rainbow grabbed her shoulder. "No, please! It won't interfere, I promise! I need that event!"

Spitfire shrugged off Rainbow's hand. "Well, you can't have it now. Not until I've had you seen to by the best physician in the kingdom."

Feeling her shoulders being grabbed again, Spitfire was pressed against the wall. "You're going to give me that show," snarled King. "And the other one, too. We'll spend all of tomorrow training for it if we have to. I'll make sure Rainbow is in perfect form for it."

Spitfire cocked her head to the side. "What the fuck are you saying? What are you even doing?"

"What are you doing, you rancid bitch? She needed your help, and you just shat in her fa--"

Spitfire interrupted King by shoving her heel in his face. She'd definitely broken his nose, and that had caused him to drop her. "I thought it was odd when Dash was begging for more time on stage, but as you refer to her as a separate entity, I can tell you're not her. Of that, I'm absolutely certain. Who are you really?"

King stood up and wiped his face. He had enough power inside himself to heal a broken nose, and he'd promptly done so. "Another smart-ass. The last one took forever to catch on."

Spitfire shifted her position and took up a fighting stance. Whoever this was, they'd messed with the wrong mare. "Smarter than your dumb ass. Answer my question."

King smiled as he took up a stance of his own. "I'm your new King. Your refusal to let Rainbow collect for me has sealed your fate as my next slave."

He rushed forward. Spitfire was ready for him, driving her foot into his gut with the force of a trained fighter. She immediately followed that with a kick to the side of his head, stopping his movement and sending him aside. She was expecting a moment to realign herself, but King recovered quicker than anypony she'd ever seen before. He swept her leg out from underneath her , causing her to fall. Luckily, she was in a position to catch herself, and she regained her balance right away.

She grabbed her towel, twisting it in her hands into something usable. Lashing at him, she managed to strike his face, and knock his gaze aside. Drawing back, she lashed out at the other side of his face, trying to make him lose his bearings. He put up his arms to guard his face, and that's when she whipped his balls. He fell to his knees immediately.

Spitfire wasn't usually one to run from a fight, but she knew how to tell when she was outmatched. If this fight went on any further, she'd lose quickly. Luck had been on her side thus far, but if she was smart, she'd make her own luck. She stopped by her locker; she'd need the bare minimum of clothing before exiting the locker room, and she also had a key. She grabbed it, slid into her panties and a sports bra, and made her way to the door. Before she could reach it, though, she was tackled and pinned to the floor.

"That fucking hurt!" shouted King, ripping her panties to shreds and squeezing his hand around her neck from behind. As he was behind her, her arms had trouble reaching him. His knees were planted on her legs, keeping her from kicking. Despite the fact that she was one of Equestria's top fliers, wings weren't made with striking force in mind. She could batter him all night with them, and she certainly might have tried, but he wasn't going anywhere.

He forced his way inside as she gasped for air, and as her consciousness faded away, the last thing she felt was her womb being filled against her will. Her body fell limp, and she might have sworn that she'd died, and was seeing his face as he rolled her over onto her back.

"Are you going to put Rainbow in every show from this point forward?" he asked, smiling down at her.

Spitfire wanted to spit in his face, or tell him to go fuck himself, any act of defiance, but her body wouldn't respond. She knew she was dead now. And that was when she heard something surprising. It was a voice. Her own voice. Coming out of her own mouth. It was saying something she had no intention of saying. "Yes, my King. May I have a taste of your cock?"