Team Connectivity

Team Connectivity

By Twystron500

Nearly breathless, by all means wrung-out, Rainbow Dash strained against the cool resistance of the thinner air in a colorful blur. The athletic pegasus had all but ignored her surroundings in order to only see her goal. It was the form of the finish line built against the coliseum of Cloudsdale, and it was rapidly approaching.

No peripherals, just a long tunnel to her destination; her thoughts were very much in order. Reach the end of the course and nothing else mattered, not even the threatening competition that dared to scatter her concentration. Not that she was about to take a backwards glance to see if anypony was close to passing her, but the certainty of victory became increasingly real with each passing moment.

'Breath, just breath' she told herself. Every deep draw of air was warmed by her nose, but still hit her burdened lungs like a unexpected kick to the chest. It irritated her... and that pain made her strive harder still.

The finish line again: it called her loudly and she didn't hesitate under the demand. Although every part of her being begged to letup, and Rainbow Dash was sure an old injury was beginning to bother her, she thrust forward again past a marker reading 'Mile Ten'.

This was it: the last stretch. Anything left in her was summoned for power. She gave up on her rhythmic breathing pattern to allow for an ounce of comfort traded for pacing. Each gasp felt sharp and cold, but proved a non-deterrent.

The crowd settled in stands along the finish line became increasingly audible. Soon the roar of cheers was just as prevalent as the whooshing of wind cutting across her pinned ears. It gave her one more burst of energy. She yawed up and dove hard to work with gravity. In a second, her momentum was terminal and her unprotected eyes squinted out a few tears, blurring her vision.

Every pony spectating was already certain that Rainbow had the race in the bag. They began to chant her name as the announcer narrated the action before them.

There was quite a turn out for the Young Fliers Competition that year, and, as always, the Wonderbolts had attended. The team perched in a relatively higher, balcony-style VIP section. Spitfire, locked-on to the proceedings below, sat next to Soarin', who was more or less watching as he consumed concession wares.

The announcer narrated the action, noting that last year's champion was in the lead and charging the finish line.

Rainbow Dash quickly closed the remaining distance and blazed through the taught streamer across the flagged markers at the end of the course. What was already a noisy crowd grew a shade louder at the victory. Spitfire only smiled, but exploded with just as much celebration as anypony around her on the inside.

“She's done it! Another stunning victory from Rainbow Dash!” The announcer roared.

Rainbow continued a short distance further to slowly let herself come to halt. Although her damp fur chilled her hide and her heart raced uncomfortably so, she allowed a delirious grin. The other racers finished sequentially after her, continuing their flight into a cool-down lap. Rainbow Dash didn't. She had always been a balls-to-the-wall, fast start-stop pegasus, and that wasn't about to change.

Back at the stands, Spitfire looked over at her teammates and tossed her head in the center arena's direction.

“Come on Soarin',” She sighed. “you can stuff your face later. Let's go meet first place.”

“Oh, right.” The stallion replied sheepishly with a mouthful of pastry.

Spitfire dodged a crumb Soarin' launched with his reponse, but quickly recovered and took flight to meet the tired athlete with the other Wonderbolts. Rainbow Dash quickly noticed them coming and felt the familiar giddiness she always felt at the sight. She turned to meet them, highly anticipating the engagement.

“Nice finish.” Spitfire complimented her biggest fan once she had landed.

“Thanks!” Rainbow Dash shouted back loud enough to fight the dull background noise.

“Two years in a row... are you sure you're not too old for this competition?” She jokingly chuckled, nudging Rainbow after she landed.

“Almost.” Rainbow Dash truthfully acknowledged with a hint of disappointment. “This was my last race in the Young Fliers'.”

“And what a performance it was.” She added. “Now smile and wave at the crowd. They like it when you do that.”

Rainbow Dash complied with a sweep of her fore leg, basking in the glory of her achievement.

Shortly after ribbons were awarded to all ponies first, second and third, the stands slowly became rather sparse. The spectators filtered out, taking to the sky. The day's events were officially over and It came as a relief to Rainbow Dash. The depleted pegasus soon felt her high die down, leaving her with just a nack of fatigue.

The Wonderbolts stayed quite a while afterward, chatting with fans and other high-profile ponies in attendance. It might have been awkward for Rainbow Dash to linger so, but she stand-offishly enjoyed hearing her hero's conversations. The highlight of her day was over... at least she thought.

From what she could hear, the Wonderbolts all expressed their satisfaction with competition as they stood in a semicircle on the cloudy airspace of the arena.

“I couldn't believe that unbeatable lead she held the last lap.” Soarin' remarked taking a quick glance at the rainbow-maned champ.

“That reminds me,” Spitfire smiled, who turned to look at the object of their conversation. “hey Rainbow Dash, come over here. Don't be a stranger.”

Rainbow Dash grinned and stepped into the company of the elite fliers.

“Hey guys.” She nearly stuttered. “What's up?”

“We were just talking about you actually.” Spitfire clarified. “And we have an interesting proposal for you to consider.”

Rainbow Dash cocked her head with intrigue.

“L... like what?”

Spitfire scanned her surroundings for second before returning to the conversation.

“I tell you what: why don't you meet me at my place in an hour?”

Surprisingly enough, RD didn't know where Spitfire, or any of the Wonderbolts for that matter, called home.

“I...”

“No good? Then we'll drop by your place.”

Rainbow Dash couldn't speak, probably because of her dry mouth and exhaustion, but she did nod vigorously.

“Great! See you then.”

At that, the Wonderbolts all took off. Rainbow Dash studied their departure as she entertained many conclusions about what the visit could mean. No matter the reason, it pumped her something fierce just thinking of what was in store for her. She took a deep breath slowly, and let it out with a heavy sigh.

“Best day ever.” She whispered as she departed as well, back to her cloud home.

Minutes later, she had arrived at her residence. What could be called the most depressing part of her day, she walked into her empty living area and settled down for a quick breather. Her brain was alive with thought. So much so, that she couldn't think of anything else but what was to come. Not one to assume, she tried to dismissed the theories that begged for her attention. The Wondebolts were to visit anytime now and she didn't exactly entertain many guests. She could only hope the lack of accommodations wouldn't put-off her idols.

Time rolled by lazily, too much so for the eager flier. Each second that passed was a bit more uncomfortable anticipation she had to stomach.

Finally, there was a knock at the door. Her heart leaped.

Rainbow Dash quickly responded by trotting over to the door nudging it open. As expected, it was the team, well, part of it. Spitfire and Soarin'.

“Hi again Rainbow Dash.” Soarin' greeted.

“Hey... guys.” The colorful pegasus replied generically.

“Nice place you got here, mind if we come in?” Spitfire asked, looking over RD.

“Oh, sorry.” She apologized when she realized she was blocking their way.

She promptly cleared the entrance to allow her esteemed guests passage.

“Thanks for having us over.” Soarin' beamed.

“So you live all alone here?” Spitfire nearly wondered aloud.

“Pretty much.” Rainbow confirmed as she fidgeted. “It's alright, but it can get a bit lonely.”

“I bet.” Soarin' nodded.

“I don't know Soarin',” Spitfire said with a wink of her eye. “she's got plenty of trophies to keep her company.”

“Those old things?” Rainbow laughed. “Just mementos from my flight school years.”

“Well it's still impressive.” Soarin' admitted.

“And on that note, let's get down to business.” Added Spitfire.

Rainbow Dash smiled nervously at both ponies, trying to contain her curiosity and excitement.

“Rainbow Dash,” She began as she paced slowly across the room, eying the decorations as she walked. “I thought you should know that a new slot opened in the team this year.”

“Wow, that... that's great.” Rainbow stuttered nervously.

“I know, right?” Laughed Soarin'. “And we were wondering if you knew anypony that might be qualified for the position.”

Rainbow Dash's heart sank, but only for a second. It was clear by the looks on their smiling faces she was the butt of a joke. RD, after a slight pause, laughed it off with the two when they lost their bearing.

“Sorry, but I just wanted to lighten things up.” Soarin' explained. “It's just you seem so uptight around us. Relax a little.”

Rainbow Dash honestly tried to take his words to heart, but the lump in her throat told her it was a lost cause. No matter how desperately she wanted to unwind around the pegasus celebrities, nothing doing.

“No, but seriously. Soarin' and I have used several events this last few years to gauge the talent in Cloudsdale.” Spitfire revealed. “Although plenty of excellent fliers call this sky home, you seem to be hooves-down the most well-balanced and remarkable we've seen.”

Rainbow Dash blushed ever so slightly at the compliment.

“Thanks,” She beamed back with a grin. “but you guys have been my motivation all the while.”

Spitfire leaned over and whispered something to Soarin'. When she was finished, he pondered for a moment or two before any response.

“Hey, we were just thinking,” The stallion began. “we know you want to be a Wonderbolt, and we want you to be one too, but do you have what it takes?”

“Any test, anything, I'll do it! Whatever it takes!” Rainbow Dash enthusiastically replied.

And when she was over the excitement, she calmly returned to the floor, feeling rather embarrassed at her outburst.

“I think that's a yes,” Spitfire sarcastically concluded. “but we are already sold on you. We've seen you at your best, time and time again. We want to see something even more important than your aerial abilities.”

That was a curve ball to the cyan mare. She began to wonder what more did Spitfire want to see before she could proudly don the Wonderbolt uniform.

“Like, like what?” Rainbow asked anxiously.

Before she knew what was happening, Spitfire had nearly touched noses with her she was so close. Rainbow Dash allowed the persistent guest to back her against the wall before another word was said.

“Your team spirit.” Spitfire spoke with half-lidded eyes.

Rainbow Dash slumped to the floor trying to protect what little bubble she had before Spitfire allowed her an inch of space. She noticed that Soarin' had sprawled out on her couch; his rear legs crossed, looking nonchalant. Spitfire came back into view with strangest amount of happiness about her, as if the whole ordeal was just a tease. RD righted herself and tried to think what any of it could mean.

“So I need to be a team player? Got it.” She smirked, ready to move the deal along.

“But this isn't hoof ball.” Soarin' shut her down. “We're not players on a field. We don't work off of 'plays'. We work off of each other.”

Spitfire nodded like he was preaching to the choir. Anguished that she had somehow gotten something so simple wrong, Rainbow folded her wings and sat down. She had a feeling that school was in session. Spitfire flapped up a few feet, minding the ceiling, and cleared her throat.

“Don't think that you are ready to fly with the elite just yet.” The spandex clad mare began. “There are a few wrinkles to smooth out, but you'll at least know by the time I'm done explaining.”

“Got any popcorn?” Soarin' asked, earning an annoyed look from Spitfire.

“Anyways,” She continued. “I'll start with a short history lesson: the Wonderbolts used to be Royal Guard division, selected by Celestia herself. Years later, it became self-sustaining. There is no leader within the Wonderbolts, outside the formation. I'm awarded the rank of captain, but that's just a decorative title. We all answer to the princess, but we vote on decisions, like whether you could join or not. All this came to be after some changes to our organization.”

Rainbow Dash looked every bit intrigued.

“We used to not be so hot in the sky. There was a time this was a special duty that pegasi could enlist in, then leave after they got frustrated with the messiness of the Wonderbolts' structure. Who wants to perform their best in a flight that has no continuity? There was a lot of animosity and bitterness among us.”

Rainbow Dash nodded, happy that she could follow what was said so far. Spitfire lightly landed next to Rainbow Dash and sighed before talking again.

“It's hard work learning the routines and putting in the hours. Shouldn't you love the ponies that you spend so much time with? What becomes of all that stress?”

Rainbow Dash decided to shrug, guessing that whatever she might say could be wrong.

“Team spirit.” She reiterated as she trotted over to Soarin'. “And that closeness is built on a concept: a team that lays together, stays together.”

RD made with a double take as she witnessed Spitfire lean over the couch to passionately kiss the very receptive stallion. She thought a while longer as they made out to collect her thoughts.

“Wait, wait!” Rainbow Dash finally demanded, half laughing. “So you mean to tell me that you and Soarin' are an item?! What?!”

Soarin' just grinned after the kiss broke.

“Yep. Actually, we all are. The Wonderbolts as a whole.” He explained.

“All this time!” The Wonderbolts fan-mare exclaimed, pacing in a circle, walking on sunshine.

“Whoa. Settle down.” Spitfire chuckled. “That's our little secret.”

“Okay, sorry.” Rainbow pouted slightly.

Spitfire looked at Soarin', who responded with a wink. That seemed to signal her actions to follow.

“So you get us, right?” She asked with a raised brow.

“Uh,” RD fidgeted as she seemed to struggle for the right words. “yeah, I get it. Team spirit. A team that lays together... stays together.”

“You got it!” Soarin' cheered, rather amused by the ordeal.

“Now that you understand how we function,” Spitfire asked. “are you ready to join the finest fliers in Equestria for one hell of a ride?”

The overwhelmed pegasus blushed slightly, but tried to fight back the embarrassment. She didn't know why she had such reservations about what the Wonderbolts regime imposed. Lines like 'just go for it' and 'what are waiting for?' fought her hesitations. That and she had always been determined about joining the flight. It all made for a strong enough case to accept any potentially uncomfortable notions. She gulped and stood boldly before her intimidating guests.

“Yes.” She agreed. “I want it more than anything.”

Soarin' and Spitfire smiled at each other, happy that their proposal was met with a positive.

“Wonderful. Great.” Applauded the suited mare. “I just can't wait to begin training with you, but first you have to meet the team. Why don't you start with Soarin'?”

She motioned at him with a nod. Soarin' couldn’t have removed his gear any faster. Rainbow couldn't have been blushing any harder. Once the blue stallion was stripped of his flight suit, it all became painfully clear.

“Wait, you want me to-”

“Soarin' wants you to.” Spitfire interrupted. “He's wanted you for a good while.”

Dashie bit her lip and seemed more nervous than usual. Soarin' was naked, well, for a Wonderbolt, that is. But, there was a sense of warmness about him: a hard to identify inviting aura seemed to propagate. He appeared confident and attractive. Muscle in all the right places: the stallion definitely was easy on the eyes. There had been times RD fantasized about being with him, but never quite like this.

“Hello? Anypony home?” Spitfire waved.

Rainbow Dash quickly snapped out of the daze she had drifted into and returned to looking apprehensive. Spitfire tsked and shook her head.

“Oh Rainbow, I knew you had a little performance anxiety, but there's only the three of us. If you're going to perform on a regular basis, you need to overcome your fears.”

Before the incapacitated mare knew what was happening, she was pushed from behind by Spitfire to the couch. She was going to object, but then she noticed that she was inches away from Soarin' already. All she could do was let out a stifled 'hey' as they locked gazes.

“Hey yourself.” He responded with a wink.

“See? You two are hitting it off real well.” Encouraged Spitfire, before a final nudge was delivered. “Now cut the sap and kiss already.”

Rainbow Dash was forced to close the distance, and, surprisingly enough, gently connected a kiss on the lips with the easy-going Wonderbolt. She almost pulled back, but then she felt a little tongue play from her partner. It happened so quickly: her reservations took a back seat and she just went along with the action. Soarin's slow, arousing kiss was very agreeable. She didn't even mind that Spitfire was blocking escape from behind.

“'Atta girl.” She praised the blossoming Wonderbolt. “Just pretend that Soarin's the sky... now ace it.”

Rainbow Dash squeezed her eyes shut and placed a foreleg around Soarin's neck as they continued the passionate spit-swap. He responded by leaning back, urging her to follow him onto the furniture. She complied, and was soon positioned on top of the well-built stallion. With a tingle of serotonin, she felt all her instincts kicking in rapidly. Her entirety was ready to perform along side her handsome companion, in anyway necessary.

Spitfire watched the heat between the two with a grin on her face. She loved to watch her team mates love one another. The sexual commendatory she witnessed turned even herself on, having seen plenty of action in the past. Rainbow Dash definitely belonged with them. She looked so cute on Soarin' she thought.

Soarin' allowed his pink, warm tongue to caress inside of Rainbow Dash's mouth a bit longer before pulling away. Another kiss, this time on the soft fur of her cheek. By now, RD was glowing warmly from the thrill of physical contact with the beloved icon. He was a great kisser, and all the while she had barely noticed that he had been feeling her up: caressing her firm, toned plot.

“That's what I'm talking about.” Chuckled Soarin'. “Hey Spitfire, is this hot or what?”

“Not bad.” She replied plainly, but then devilishly added. “I can't wait to see how RD here handles 'the goods'.”

And as if right on cue, the colorful mare felt pressure against the small of her back. She tossed a look over her shoulder and went wide-eyed. It was probably the largest erection she'd ever seen, and it belonged to a Wonderbolt. Go figure. No 'wonder'ing about his 'bolt' anymore. Soarin' smiled innocently enough, because it was true: he had little control over the matter.

“Don't leave your teammate hanging, rookie.” Spitfire instructed as she walked over beside the couch. “Here, lemme help you out...”

The gear-clad mare then gave Soarin's unit a long lick from base to tip, sparing little saliva. Once she had lubed it all up, she gave it sloppy spit-string kiss on the tip. The aroused stallion winced and drew a strained breath through clenched teeth in response to the powerful stimulation. RD could only watch awkwardly from atop her muscular mate, asking decent questions within her mind. Could she bring herself to do it? Would it all fit anyways? It was too late to reconsider.

Rainbow Dash had to admit she felt a good bit of desire burning for him. Just enough to outshine any washiness she possessed at the moment. Ready or not, here she came. Spitfire bowed out of the target zone and watched contently.

Rainbow Dash spread her hind legs a bit, preparing for entry. She lifted her rear off Soarin's belly and felt his stallionhood brush down her rear until it was parred with her lady parts. Rocking forward, hopelessly prodded in her most sensitive spot, her chin came to rest on Soarin's chest. She took a deep, preparatory breath and enjoyed the fresh scent of his fur before she slowly lowered herself onto his pulsating member.

The hesitant mare could feel his heart beating all the while, quickening in frequency as his tip parted her soft, pink folds so delicately. She gasped, the feeling of delightful rigidity contrasting harshly against her firm exterior. The sliding was almost too much to take, so she paced herself, knowing that Soarin' was boasting more than the average stallion.

Spitfire, in the meantime, had laid on an adjacent couch, lazily, but attentively watching the action. No more than an inch later, Rainbow Dash's brow was beading sweat. It had been a while since her last time, so she was tight by no stretch of the imagination. All the while, Soarin' was forgiving. He didn't force any of the intercourse. In all truth, he was just beside himself as the cute mare moaned softly as she slowly worked her way down on his stallionhood.

Another inch slipped in, making Rainbow Dash bury her face into Soarin's built frame for comfort's sake. He arced his back instinctively, trying, aching to gain more of her. He had to have that velvety tightness hugging his burning hot extremity in the worst way. RD decided at this rate, she'd go crazy. Relaxing backwards, she took most of what was left of Soarin' with a proportional amount of agony. The stallion groaned with satisfaction now that he was encased within the attractive, cyan mare. Rainbow Dash was still trying to imagine how it worked out anyways.

“I always thought you'd be on the wild side in bed.” Admitted Soarin'.

“Yeah,” She explained. “but I'm usually not in bed with Wonderbolt either.”

Spitfire cleared her throat loudly, so both sexually procrastinating ponies could hear her. She jumped from the couch and landed by the two linked lovers, looking rather annoyed.

“I didn't know recreational sex could be so boring.” Spitfire practically yawned.

“She's brand new.” Defended Soarin'. “Give her some time to get used to it.”

“Not an excuse. You're talking to much. Here, let me help you guys out...”

With that said, Spitfire stripped off her flight suit and mounted the loveseat. She sat reversed across Soarin's chest and arched her back, so that her posterior was tangible. Soarin' couldn't have been happier. Time to put his tongue to work yet again.

“Now I got you both where I want you.” She chuckled, giving her butt a little shake to entice Soarin' further.

Before Rainbow Dash could give any input, the golden mare planted a kiss on her muzzle to silence her. Soarin' didn't waste anytime loving her tight ass, kissing and licking the vulva passionately. Through Spitfire's moans, the making-out continued between the two mares.

Rainbow Dash was beside herself. She felt her body join in on the action. Grinding slowly on Soarin's stallionhood, feeling it deep within her, massaging her moist circumference. It was a good thing that Soarin' was fairly acclimated to spontaneous sex acts, otherwise he would have blow his lid earlier on.

Spitfire hugged Rainbow closely and pulled her halfway off the stallion they fucked, just to push her back on entirely. That elicited a groan from the newly initiated mare, but was quieted at once by another one of Spitfire's delicious french kisses.

Having enjoyed that one thrust, Rainbow's snatch ached for more stimulation. She began to ride his cock conservatively, adding a slight undulation for extra effect. She couldn't tell if he was enjoying it as much as she was, but whatever Soarin's tongue was doing to Spitfire was working. The action was telegraphed through the intensity of the oral play the mares shared.

Finally, Spitfire couldn't take another second of having her clitoris lapped and she pushed away from Rainbow to begin the throws of her orgasm. She shrieked, then collapsed back onto Rainbow.

“Oh my Celestia!” She gasped.

Rainbow Dash sensed that she was close to follow. She just needed one extra nudge to push her over the edge. Picking up the pace again, RD worked Soarin's throbbing member for all it was worth. A wonderfully sexy 'slishing' sound could be heard across the room as the colorful mare pushed Soarin' deep within her, again and again.

Meanwhile, Saorin' was enjoying the tasty nectar ejaculate that Spitfire had spurted on his muzzle as he continued to lick up all he could of her. She was exhausted and hoped that Rainbow Dash would finish soon so she could take a breather. And soon to follow, ecstasy and elation took a hold of the Young Flier's champion and she whimpered adorably so. Cum was relinquished generously allover Soarin's groin, dripping down his balls. That was her second victory that day.

That was the last the sexually-seasoned stallion could handle. He felt a terrible orgasm welling up and he needed a moment to brace himself. The oral sex ceased and he picked up the bucking rhythm so as to chase his finish. Rainbow Dash thought that she might have to tap-out: the aggressive change in his lovemaking was pushing her red-line.

“Why'd you stop?” Spitfire questioned her dead-sexy stallion friend.

“I'm... I'm gonna...” He stifled amidst his groans.

Realizing the urgency for strategy, Spitfire dismounted and coached the happenings from the floor.

“Come on RD, time for your christening.”

“My what?”

Too late. The multicolored maned mare felt Soarin's cock twitch hard within her, filling her with a batch of rich, sticky goo. The pressure forced a good amount out, and onto the stallion's lap.

“Don't be greedy! This is a team effort! Get off and share the glory!” Commanded the Wonderbolts captain.

RD dismounted and positioned herself next to Spitfire as the orgasming stallion continued to blow his load. A long stripe of filly-fodder whipped through the air and landed vertically on Rainbow Dash's face, gracing her left eye.

“Nice one.” Spitfire giggled as she stepped into the line of fire. “My turn.”

The next load was even larger than the last, and half landed in Spitfire's open mouth and dangled slightly from her chin. She was about to say something, but gagged on the semen instead. The group all had a hearty laugh because of it.

The streams of cum continued, leading ol' RD to believe that Saorin' was probably the most explosive stallion in Equestria. One load of milky white semen even cleared her head and left a graze down her back and butt. It must have been a record somehow.

Eventually, the orgasm died down, leaving Soarin' very spent. He laid back on the couch breathing heavily. Spitfire did him the favor of licking-up any leftovers on his rod. Rainbow was just about to fetch a towel when Spitfire, cock still in face, took notice.

“Oh no you don't.”

RD froze in her steps.

“Don't clean up just yet.”

Rainbow Dash couldn’t imagine what Spitfire wanted her spunk-covered face for. The answer became very apparent when the sunshiny Wonderbolt took her for another round of making out. RD wasn't apposed, but did get a surprise when a mouthful of Soarin's jizz was passed to her during the engagement. All she could think to do was swallow the salty, warm secretion. Spitfire dejectedly frowned.

“Really? You just took it all?” She huffed. “We were supposed to play with it awhile.”

Rainbow Dash gagged and coughed as the thick bodily fluids hung in her throat, so much so that she refused to reply to her mare sex partner. Spitfire gave-up on ragging on her new recruit and took a moment to lick a spot of semen in the corner of her mouth. Soarin' rose to a sit and held his head like he was fighting a case of nausea.

“That was the hardest I've came all week.” He speculated. “Now I'm seeing stars.”

“So Rainbow was tight?” Spitfire smiled.

“Like a virgin.”

“Then that seals the deal.”

Spitfire and Soarin' both admired their tired-out teammate as she stumbled around her home, blindly searching for that damn towel she needed so badly.

“I just can't wait for her to meet the rest of the team,” Added the Wonderbolt captain deviously. “then the real team building 'exercises' can begin.”

The End