How to Train a Scootaloo 2025-03-08 22:37:55 backup

Im not the writer, this is just a backup from another user from /sim/ who has been uploading these pastes as a Guest user https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/41964712/#42008943

Part 1

Scootaloo was beyond excited as she stepped out of the balloon. After training hard for the last years and performing well in a large skating competition, she'd managed to overcome much of her stunted youth and finally landed a scholarship at Wonderbolt Academy in Cloudsdale. Admittedly she was still a runt of a Pegasus. But she'd turned form an underdeveloped filly into a slim, small, budding mare. And if Fleetfoot could be a Wonderbolt, so could she!

It had come with caveats of course. Foregoing any family of her living in Cloudsdale she had to ask her friends for help. And after much searching Rainbow Dash had finally mentioned she knew someone who could help. Moon Chaser was a stallion that had at one point been a Wonderbolt, and was now spending his partial retirement with a part time lecturing position at the academy itself.. Managing some classes and overseeing equipment and logistics. More importantly, he had room to spare and had been looking for someone to take under his wing. And after much begging, Rainbow Dash had finally accepted and forwarded a letter to him.

Now the orange pony was excitedly, and a bit anxiously, wandering the balloon station to try and spot the stallion. Rainbow Dash had only described him as, 'somepony that should have been a bat'. Though Scootaloo wasn't sure if it had been a joke or not.

It certainly was steeped in truth though, as she finally spotted a dark blue-grey hued stallion arrive at the end of the station. Who with his even darker hair and tail would have been hard to imagine as a Wonderbolt. He waved a wing for her, then already turned to leave the station down a cloudy path. Everything was cloudy, and the orange pony had to double check her legs to make sure the wobble was just her excitement rather than any weakness in her cloud walking.

Thankfully she'd packed light and could easily catch up to him. With the saddlebags over her barrel rattling with the few personal belongings that she had brought with her. She could always visit home again and bring the rest, though a cloud city really was no space for skating gear.

"You the squirt I'm taking in?" He sounded a bit gruff once she reached earshot. But she simply nodded eagerly. "Yeah! Scootaloo!" It was redundant, he knew exactly who she were from the letters they had sent. And doubly so after the noisy rainbow mare had chatted him up over drinks. And who now decidedly owed him a favor, even if she might not have thought that way.

"Moon Chaser. Here, put this on." They had stopped at an alcove between the floating cloud-marble buildings and from which he had apparently been watching for the balloon taking her up to the city. And was rifling through a saddlebag before wing-tossing something to her. She caught it in her mouth, and nearly spat it out when the taste of factory fresh rubber ended up crossing her tongue. "Ewww... whut ish it?!" She spoke while her wings reached forwards to take the thing out of her mouth.

"Mask. You'll need it." He looked across the city, the high alcoves, grand stadiums and... factories. Even a city in the skies couldn't escape industrialization. And it made for cheap apartments in their shade. The city rotated to keep the smog out, and raised the prices for the buildings not stuck in the shadow of a factory as compensation.

Scootaloo meanwhile grimaced at the object as she held it up for inspection. "Really, I-" He interrupted her. "Not gonna let you develop a cough just cause you're not used to the air. Trust me." She bit her lip in return. Silencing any other words but, "Yes sir." Though it sounded a bit playful as she gave her affirmation. If he thought it best, she wasn't going to fight it. After all he was her only chance at actually attending the Academy... and he worked there too.

A proper look at the mask confirmed what her tongue had determined already. It was all rubber, with a strap to hold it tight to her face, and a muzzle encompassing design. Openings in front of her nose that connected to filters on each side of her mouth promised her fresh, or at least, filtered air.

It took her a few moments to finally put on the mask, and another to blink and stave off the reflex to retch when her nose filled with its rubber stench. For her glorious arrival at Cloudsdale, this was proving itself a definite bummer. "Ugh... it's mh-" Speaking too proved difficult, mainly due to the mask clamping down over her muzzle with not enough room left to properly open her mouth.

Moon Chaser meanwhile gave her a nod. "Good girl. Now, follow me and don't dawdle." He took off.

The flight was a struggle. Scootaloo first and foremost was confused after the cold? welcome. And even though she could brush that off. What was harder to cope with was the flight. She might have grown out her wings, and she might have worked hard on her stamina. But she was still young, and between the high altitude, busy alleys between buildings, and the pace Moon Chaser was setting... no... it really was the mask that cause the biggest struggle.

Within minutes she was panting in the thing. The rubber had tightly sealed around her muzzle and was trapping the heat of her breath, while forcing all of it through the thin openings. And she wasn't used to breathing through her nose primarily. It was something she had never really thought about despite biting her tongue one too many times during her tricks and stunts on the ground. And was now proving her a detriment.

She had to concentrate on breathing through her nose, force a steady pace, and at the same time avoid tunnel visioning on the dark flank of her would be mentor or she was risking to lose sight of him. At the same time she could vaguely take in how their surroundings were changing. The clouds turned darker, the alleys deeper. And the color of the cloud-walls must have stemmed from the smug hanging in the air and not just from the shadow that the buildings cast.

When they finally came to a stop on the balcony of an apartment building she felt completely winded. And collapsed without much ceremony while Moon Chaster fiddled with a key to slide the door open for them. "Hmpf." She could hear him while she was recovering. "If that's all it takes to get you collapsing we have a lot of work still left to do. Hrm... the rainbow one mentioned you were a runt that needed some help. But geez." He broke off with a cough, and waited for her to slump through the door before throwing it shut. Cutting out the particles hanging in the air.

"You're sleeping on the couch until your friend sends me a bed. Breakfast's on me, but you'll eat the rest at the academy. Got it?" That said, she hadn't exactly arrived for breakfast. And as the afternoon sun was already passing, he had put aside some sandwiches for her to munch on for when she recovered.

Looking around Scootaloo could guess why. The place wasn't run down, that would've been hard to manage with a cloud home. But the walls were stained grey, and the place felt a bit cramped too. She was laying on the floor in what must've been the living room and kitchen space. And could only spot a few more doors, bedroom, bathroom, exit and another one.

"Bleeeh..." A minute later Scootaloo was back on her legs. And had peeled the mask off her face to let it drop around her neck. The thing was wet on the inside with a combination of sweat and the water from her breath. And the first breath with it off only felt a little better. She could feel the roughness in the air caused by the looming factories.

"Yeah you might want to keep that one." Moon Chaser suggested. "As a flier your lungs are your key to success. Don't ruin them." He got away with it by being past his prime. Nopony cared if he screwed up by living in the lower levels. But she... Well. He hadn't started her off easy either. "In fact..."

Before Scootaloo could really figure a response he was standing in front of her. His own saddle bags had been dealt with at the kitchenette, and a hoof tugged the mask up from where it hung at her neck. "I heard you like challenges, runt. That right?"

She nodded. Unsure where he was going. But definitely game. "Yeah? Especially if it helps me get into the 'bolts!" She tried to add a cocky grin like she'd been learning from her idol. But it was quickly hidden by the mask again. Moon Chaser pressed it to her face, then used a wing to fix the straps in place. "Good. Then I want you to keep wearing this until we arrive at the academy tomorrow. You good with that?" She blinked at him with confusion. "See it as some extra training. If you get winded from a five minute flight down town, you're not making it past the first tests. You need to train your lungs. And if I'm guessing right your mouth breathing."

He watched her face as he explained. And couldn't help but smile as he saw her expression change. Confusion made way to determination. And she responded with a mumbled "Got it!" and a nod... before audibly struggling to take a deep breath through the mask. A wing of his landed on her head, ruffling her made. "Good. There's some sandwiches for once you're settled in. Obviously take it off for those. Oh and," He was turning away again heading to his room. "Don't break shit. Obviously.- Shower's that way," he nodded his head towards a door. "Walls are thin and the cloud is cold. So don't spend forever. But it'll do."

And so he left her. Receding to his room to do whatever while she got to settle in.

Scootaloo spent the rest of the day thinking, breathing, and exploring the small apartment. Munching on the sandwiches and finally taking a shower. Only to find out that in Cloudsdale 'shower' apparently meant a cloud bath of sorts. The stall was packed so tightly she could barely squeeze inside. And once in it was all she could do to squirm herself against the clouds, which picked off any dirt and dust off her coat before letting it fall through the floor. She figured there was some way it was collected and didn't just fall on someponies head. But then again, the city usually never hovered above where anypony lived.

It was all fair and good. Until she exhaustively asked for a blanket and crashed on the couch. It was plenty large for her, and effectively no different than a bed. It would have been perfect if not for one major thing. Moon Chaser had not at all specified if she should wear it while she slept. And as she tried to recall the conversation she couldn't help but think he did want her to do exactly that.

And as she tried to let herself drift off to sleep. She simply couldn't. Not only because of the sticky feeling of the mask. But also because... when she relaxed her breathing became shallower, and shallower... until the stuffy feeling jolted her awake as her body reflexively fought against the mask. And it was getting under her coat. She felt tingly all over even as her breathing recovered and became steady again. And she couldn't help but squirm.

It felt oddly familiar. And as she kept laying, rolling, and grinding on the couch realization slowly begun kicking in. Even though her addled state. And even then. It was the wrong time of the year. It was... "Mhh..." She moaned into the mask as her right hoof pushed between her legs to find her marehood dripping wet.

Conscious thought was abandoned afterwards. She knew for a fact that she absolutely shouldn't have indulged herself on a strangers couch. But it was hard to think. And as she gasped for air under the mask her hoof moved on its own. Grinding at her sex and brushing past her clit. Until her wings flared up and tossed the blanket from her back.

When Moon Chaser remembered that he had a guest over it was already night. He'd had a nap, then forgotten entirely to check in on her. And so he left his room during night hours to grab a glass to drink. And at the same time, check if she'd actually taken up the challenge he had set.

It was truly a bit much. Most ponies living in the lower wards wore simple cloth masks to deal with the smog while they were out and about. And more yet simply got used to it. But that wasn't even what he had given her the mask for. Nor was it its purpose. It was true that as a flier she needed the protection. But even more so, as a Wonderbolt, she had to undergo. Training.

Training in the traditional sense, like the ancient warrior caste had. Endurance and discipline, style and athleticism would come later. And going by Rainbow Dashes words, Scootaloo lacked in the former two and was thus stifled int he latter.

And so he'd grabbed a mask from the Wonderbolt stores and slapped it on her right away. The effect had been immediate. Her shortness of breath had zapped nearly all her strength during the short flight. And he was certain that the other effects had followed afterwards. Pegasi were almost embarrassingly weak to this approach if not prepared for it. And most of the would be athletes that put their mask on would end up a quivering mess not shortly afterwards. That mess though was a good thing. As it helped work her body out, force her to adapt, and through the haze, accept the other aspects as he was bound to introduce them later.

Or sooner. When his nightly sip of water was interrupted by the scent of mare hanging in the air. And the idle twitching of an orange mass laying on his couch. He almost had too chuckle at how predictable it was. Confused by the addled state the mask had put her body in, she'd seemingly short circuited. The wires in her brain had crossed, and the shortness of breath had increased her sensitivity... and he figured that with her relative youth the effect had further been amplified.

For now though he'd have mercy on her. After walking over and reaching out a wingtip to fiddle with the valves on her mask, breathing became a lot easier for her. The valve would gradually close back on its own, but the hours that it took were sure to give her proper rest.

She'd passed the first test. And he'd trial her again in the morning when she'd have to try and hide her nightly masturbation session.

Part 2

In truth the next morning was less eventful than one might have thought. Scootaloo woke late enough that Moon Chaser was already up with a simple breakfast waiting for her to consume. And she felt surprisingly well rested despite the struggles to fall asleep with the mask stuck to her face. The thing was positively dripping on the inside too. Filled covered with moisture from her breaths and what was probably saliva too. She excused herself to the bathroom immediately. To tend to that, and other damp spots on her coat.

"You'll officially join the training course next week." Were the first real words from the stallion upon her return. The mask hung from her neck for a lack of a better place to put it. "So today I'll just show you around while tending to my own work."

She nodded happily and idly flexed her wings while joining him to eat. "Sounds good!" Something didn't quite feel right while she was moving them. But she didn't let that stop her. Indeed, thoughts of what the academy was like were swimming in her head. "Do they have dorms there? I thought Rainbow Dash had been staying there..." Meeting with her idol wasn't unlikely. She expected Dash would at last check in once or twice. "... but I guess she's pretty busy these days."

Moon Chaser affirmed. "We'll get you a space sorted once classes start up." He had some thoughts on the matter. And her performance for this week would help him make up his mind. "Don't expect to meet many of the higher ups. They've got missions to fly most of the time. Or their own kind of training." He hummed as if in thought. "You best use the chance to learn the city, and get caught up on some training. After yesterdays performance..." He eyed her for a reaction as he let the sentence fade.

Scootaloo predictably got flustered. "Er yeah... uh. it was a long day, and-" She stopped before making up too many excuses. They were all true of course. The day had been exhausting, the altitude was new, the mask just made things triply difficult.

The dark blue pony just raised a brow when she didn't say anything more. Prompting a quick confirmation from her. "Uh, I'll do better though!" She grinned. "I can totally handle this!" It wouldn't do for a would be Bolt to show this kind of weakness over basic things.

"Good. Then give me a second to grab my bag, and put your mask back on. The training grounds are on the other side of the city. So we'll take the wind tunnel most of the way." Scootaloo just grinned and confirmed her readiness. "Sure!"

The odd feeling from earlier became more evident once she was in the air again. After zigzagging their way out of the factory districts they'd found the aptly named wind tunnel. A passage between and through the many streets and buildings designed to catch a constant draft. Allowing pegasi to glide for most of the way so as to not exhaust themselves commuting with their wings.

She felt light, a little tingly under her coat. And with the mask back on and the light strain of keeping up her gliding she could tell her energy just wasn't quite there. Despite the way she'd felt rested after waking up, it soon compared more to the feeling of having spent a few hours running before taking a long nap.

Thankfully though the gliding wasn't taxing. And before she started to feel actual exhaustion they were already exiting the tunnel and making their way towards the edge of the city. Where a large space had been cleared and reserved on a neighboring cloud to house the Wonderbolt training grounds. She could spot a large clearing the size of a field surrounding by several impressive buildings, and smaller barracks, huts and warehouses. With a good number of multicolored pegasi moving between everything. Setting up equipment, tearing down others, running laps and flying loops. And much more.

Moon Chaser didn't let her linger on the sights however, and aimed to land squarely between some of the larger buildings to start guiding her around. "Admin that way. Barracks there. Training grounds, well, everywhere." he was pointing at things with a wing while the orange pony followed him. Gingerly stepping on the firm cloud while her eyes turned into dinner places. Sure, she'd seen pictures of the place. But in person it was even more impressive. "We've got another round of barracks on the other side together with the warehouses. And the bigshots got their own spaces in the upper levels of the main building." She could see the Wonderbolt colors flying practically everywhere. "The folks you're seeing here are mostly staff, and some of the few that think training outside of schedule is meant to help them... hah." Granted, that was the plan for her regardless. So he couldn't blame the try-hards much.

Scootaloo of course still had loads of questions which she mumbled through the mask at every opportunity. Now with the objects of her admiration close enough to touch she simply couldn't help herself. And despite the tinge of exhaustion she was trying to squeeze Moon Chaser for as much information as she could.

He stuck to short replies in turn. Mostly just giving her the rundown of the facts while occasionally alluding to some history he had with things. And made a point of keeping her moving else she'd drill him all day over whichever statue or piece of memorabilia they happened to walk by at that time.

She couldn't tell if he actually enjoyed talking to her. But she was too excited not to use the opportunity to try and get more info out of him. Until, her thoughts snapped back to the actual purpose of their visit. "Uh... so yeah, training!" It helped that they had turned a corner between warehouses. "What'd you have in mind anyways?"

"Simple." Moon Chaser had just unlocked and pushed open a door to one of the buildings. Peering inside Scootaloo found a changing room, with a bench in the center and lockers on the walls. Which seemingly hadn't been used recently. "Your friend filled me in that you've been doing wing muscle training. So we are going to skip that and work on other disciplines." A hoof of his booped her mask, before a wing ushered her into the room. The door was kicked shut after them.

"Like I mentioned. Breathing is an important skill. And I don't want you on the floor yapping for breath just cause you got the timing wrong and tried to inhale when the wind was going the other way. Or worse, swallow a bug. Or even worse... well you get the idea."

She shuffled in and turned to him. Looking vaguely skeptical over her mask, but her stance was determined. She was going to ace whatever he had in mind! Even if she thought his concerns just a little silly.

"And, you're standing like an earthpony worried they'll fall through the floor at any time." He huffed bemused at her immediately furrowed brow. And the way she looked down at her hooves to see what the heck was wrong with them. She didn't get it of course. "Which is to say, heavy. Not like somepony that's effortlessly gliding through the air. But like one that's worried she'll run out of energy if she tries too hard."

"We'll start with that." He walked over to a locker, his hooves barely denting the floor as he moved. Opening it didn't reveal very much. But Scootaloo could see a flash of blue and yellow before he had found what he was looking for and closed it back up. On the bench landed four items, near identical in make and look.

"Horseshoes?!" Scootaloo followed to have a closer look. They were ordinary enough to her. Blue, which was probably to be expected and... "But they're not iron?" Plus, she was going to fly, what did protecting her hooves matter?!

"Hmpf. No, they're rubber. Here." He turned one over for her to see the inside of. No clamps or other mechanisms stuck out to her on how to attach them. Instead she could only see a subtle ridge to grip her hoof and... "Uhh... are those spikes?!" They truly looked more like tiny textured bumps.

"Kind of. You'll see in a moment. Put your hoof on it and push." He waited for her to comply.

And she did. Confused, but eager to find out what the point of all this was. She pushed her hoof onto the shoe until the pressure had it laying flat. Then.. "Nghh--" She could feel the bumps pressing into her and she begun pulling away. Only for the thing to stay attached, while the pressure eased back off to nothing.

"Self adhering." He explained. "Takes some effort to get back off. But this way they don't clamp or get uncomfortable... in the wrong way. Put your hoof down."

She did. And immediately lifted it back up. It was like she'd stepped on a bed of soft pine needles, or ants. And the sensation was vaguely between slight poking and walking on course sand. Enough to make her instinctively keep pressure off her hoof without ever actually hurting.

"And there you have it. These will make you attention to your weight and how you walk. Either you use your wings to compensate, or your cloud walking. Either is going to help you in the long run without much active effort."

"Are you sure this is..." But he was already presenting her another one for her other front leg. Reluctantly she pushed her hoof into it. While equally flaring out her wings for additional support. She tried to keep her hooves up until he tickled her flank to get her hind leg to raise up.

"Yes I am." He answered plainly while getting the shoe fitted. Already she had to put her weight on to her front legs. And already he could hear her hissing through the mask because of it. Her muscles tensed, her wings flapped slightly. It was working great. "Your friend definitely did this as well. And don't use excuses like sensitive hooves. They're supposed to be."

"Plus." He leaned in from behind to talk into her ear. "You did leave a stain on my couch. So it's only fair I push you forwards in the schedule, no?"

She froze. Blushed. And immediately regretted it. He had placed the four shoe on her in that short moment. And as her body flared up being flustered and she tried to shy away... her hooves felt the soft stinging... causing her to prance. "Ack... w-what?! No that- nghhh..." She couldn't handle it. Hooves, embarrassment. The stallions knowing smirk as she danced backwards and fell on to her rump.

He snorted in return. "Get up. I know mare's got their need. But I'm not going to let you make a fuss about it."

"In fact. If you want to apologize, how about you walk some rounds around the campus while I tend to my business. Hmmm?"

She just looked at him confused, flustered, and mildly in plain as she scrambled up and flinched each time she put too much weight on any single leg. "Y-yeah..."

"Yeah... and?" He repeated. Expecting something more.

"Y-yes sir!" She got it a short moment later. And watched him leave after he heard the mumbled words.

Part 3

The next two days for Scootaloo were hell.

After having been equipped with the new itch inducing horseshoes she'd spent the rest of that day hopping, gliding, and tiptoeing as much as she could physically withstand. Only to collapse in a half delirious haze on to the floor the moment that they had returned to Moon Chasers place. He'd loaded her up for the flight as well, making her carry two heavy saddlebags while carrying a similar weight himself. She vaguely knew it was equipment from the Wonderbolt storage. But had been too exhausted to raise a question about it.

The next day then introduced her training regiment. The gruff pegasus had made her help rearrange his apartment. Moving the couch she slept on out of the way and against a wall to make room for a treadmill he pushed out of his room. "I'd make you take runs around the block. But I'm really not keen on tracking you down when you pass out."

The curriculum was simple. She was to spend time on the moving rubber, walking. With the horseshoes and the mask until she was sweaty and exhausted. Pause. Then do it all over again. Of course, it wouldn't magically fix her endurance. But he explained that it'd be a good first step, and most importantly would force her body to adapt the style of life most pegasi already lived. Airborne. Since, resting her hooves by flapping her wings and hovering over the rolling mat, didn't count as cheating. And when she wasn't training or resting, he took her on short trips around the city. Mostly to eat out, but also showing her the sights.

And of course, her nightly escapades continued. While the mask kept her breathing steady and her lower face feeling sticky. Her arousal flared up each time she let herself collapse onto the couch to try and catch some sleep. Just about as sticky as her sex turned, when strange breathless dreams overtook her tired mind. It was a fact that would be impossible to hide when she woke up each morning with her forehooves stuck between her legs, and weak moans sounding from beneath the mask.

Days after picking up the tomboy mare, Moon Chaser was deliberating in his room. The semi nocturnal stallion could hear her shuffling around atop the couch from within his room. And he was musing the image of her masturbating within parts of is brain, while dedicating the rest to making up his mind about what he should actually do with her.

He'd taken Rainbow Dash up on request on a whim. Figuring he could house a young friend of hers for a few weeks, get her into the academy. And then live with the knowledge that the multicolored Wonderbolt owed him a favor. But now that he had actually taken in the orange one he couldn't help but feel that she would fail the trials ahead.

Plus... the incessant scent of mare within his modest living space, and her incredible reaction to the training gear was flaring up a side of him he'd long since ignored.

She was... weak. Not weak of will, nor lacking in desire to succeed. But he was starting to suspect that her being a late bloomer had been an understatement by the rainbow mare.

Weak...

It almost had him smile. Had Rainbow Dash known she was so I'll fit for the task, and thus delivered her to his doorstep? Had she considered the implication of sending him a ground caste pegasus to live with him?

He wanted that favor. And, he might as well claim himself a weak trainee in the process...

Maybe even...

He put, those, extra thoughts aside. Before he could get lost in his scheming he had to deal with the problem at hoof.

Authors note: After mulling over how the fuck this is all meant to go. Here's a quick overview for myself and you as to wtf is going on. I'm mainly typing this up because I'm too lazy to agonize over fixing the previous parts. "TLDR": Scootaloo is a late bloomer that has been training hard to follow in Rainbow Dashes footsteps. And after demonstrating her skills on the ground, and likely some heckling and pleading, Rainbow Dash secures her a spot at the Wonderbolt Academy despite lack of aerial training. And under the condition that she'll be more or less on her own. Dash can't be seen favoring any new recruits. Moon Chaser is a Bolt past his prime / who didn't make the cut for the A team, and now coasts on his connections and working with equipment and other stuff at the academy. He might also have some, other, connections. RD convinces him to house Scootaloo. Things go from there. - That's the obvious stuff. - Less obvious stuff: The Academy probably has dorms for more prestigious students (that don't have a place in Canterlot), and a rather uncaring attitude towards recruits that can't support themselves. So Scootaloo had to get a place to stay to be able to attend. On the first day recruits get sorted into houses by skill into their roles. Or ejected if they turn out to be suckers.

Step one was to get her into shape where she'd not make a laughing stock of herself during the first day at the academy. He figured she could manage each part on its own. Standing in line, presenting, flying the basic obstacle course. There was no way she'd set any kind of impressive time though. And more importantly. It wouldn't do if she collapsed right afterwards.

Hence the weeks curriculum. "Short", intense workouts to get her body used to the exertion. Prolonged resting periods between where he let her sleep in. The mask already forced her into paced breathing. Leaving just one angle unexplored.

"Get up." The blue stallion was looming over Scootaloo as she laid sprawled up on his couch. The mask glued to her face muffled the first sounds of her awakening. But her violet eyes quickly blinked open to let him know that she was conscious. "You have three more days, and I'm not sure you can make it."

He broke the news to her. Yielding a meep, wide eyes, and a very awake orange mare. She sat up straight, probably mouthing protests underneath the mask until remembering she had to speak up for him to understand. "Wh-what?! But... I've been trying-"

"So, I am fast forwarding your training." He cut her off with a shrug of his wings and turned aside. "Usually we don't start recruits on this until we move on from the beginner courses and get into long distance flights and that kind of stuff. But. Well." He just rolled his eyes and reached down next to the couch where he'd dropped one of the saddlebags he had made her carry back from the academy some days ago.

Scootaloo meanwhile was losing her drowsiness as she scrambled up on to all fours, standing on the couch and looking down at what he had. Only to blink in confusion when he lifted up... "Another mask?"

"An upgrade." He held the thing up in front of her face so that she could meet the visor eye to eye. Unlike the lower face mask she'd been wearing on her muzzle, this one seemed designed to be a combo piece. With rubber to cover her neck up to her eyes, where a yellow tinted visor sat. Flight goggles, she surmised even though the shape was much... cooler than she was used to.

"How's that supposed to help?" Sure it looked cool. And she was just about used to the mask she already wore not to flinch back at the sight and instead find herself intrigued. But still.

He almost smirked at her. "It won't. Not on its own." He nudged the saddlebag on the floor with one hoof. Suggested there was more to come. "But you either wear this, or you're back on that balloon."

That. Had her convinced. And she begrudgingly hopped off the couch to deal with the mask she already wore. The parts of her face that had been stuck beneath it were damp in the morning. And the rubber on the inside glistened with the moisture of her breathing as she took it off.

Moon Chaser meanwhile turned the new mask around and fiddled with something she couldn't see. Though the pop and squelch of a bottle being opened and the contents squeezed out of it did enter her ear. "These are designed to be worn for longer missions usually. Sit. Close your eyes, open you mouth." His instructions invited no opposition.

Not until she was placing the new mask on her face. With the phallic rubber length being the first thing to come in contact with the mare as it slipped between her lips. And raised a surprised groan. "Stay still." He reminded her even as her tongue was depressed down and coated in the vague taste of the cherry flavored lubricant he'd used. And which was quickly overpowered by the taste of latex covering her mouth. "Mhhh?!"

The next shock came with two stubby plugs entering her nose. They were just long enough to sink into the openings and form an airtight steal. And two small opening sin each of them lead directly to the filters on the cheeks of the mask. She took a deep breath while fighting her reflex to sneeze. And shuddered as she felt the latex of the mask finally press against her lips, cheek... quickly covering her face.

And of course. She'd tried opening her eyes immediately upon noticing the gag. But with the visor pressing to her face she could only spot a blurry yellow mess. "Mhhpf!" She tried to call him to stop while her head finally pulled back. Only for Moon Chaser to follow her motion and press the mask firmly on her face. The gag almost threatened to slip into her throat before it stopped. And she could feel the straps slip under her purple mane. Likely thanks to some enchanting magic. And tightening the mask to her face. "Nghh!"

She couldn't see. She couldn't speak. She couldn't... "Mhh!" She had to cut her moaning short as her breathing became stifled. The tubes connecting her nose to the filter ports suddenly felt obstructed. And a weight clicked into place beside each cheek as the stallion inserted the swappable filters into them. Immediately her nose was subject to a strange sweet smell. Foggy. And permeating through her lungs as her surprise and panic made her keep taking deep breaths.

"Much better." The first thing that she saw when the enchantments of the visor kicked to life was the stallions grin. Looming over her and staring into her obstructed eyes. While she was backed into a wall. "You see. This mask lets me do a few things relevant to your, training." He followed, practically squishing his nose to hers. "First there's the filters you're now breathing through. A special Wonderbolt blend. Intoxicating, elating. We use it to stay awake and get more energy." The side effects of the heightened effect it had on a pegasus senses was the dulling of the ones not used for flight. And the fuzzy feeling spreading through her body in response. Gathering towards her groin.

She tried to moan once more through the mask. But the gag reduced it to a whimper. Her wings had long since opened up. And her coat was starting to tingle as the stallion explained. Her eyes felt like they were swimming. And yet, through the yellow tint, his face was as sharply defined, if not more so, than before.

"Second." He hooked a hoof around her neck and pulled her from the wall. She felt a jolt at his touch. "Mh!" But was unable to resist as he guided her across the room and towards the treadmill. She felt weak. And was shivering from head to tail as the near unbearably sweet scent was permeating through her body. "You can't moan about my training methods. Now get to walking."

But moan she did. Often, and loudly. As loudly as the mask and gag allowed. But with decreasing effect each and every time. She quickly learnt that the instant that the mask had slipped on to her face it'd been too late to resist. But her inner sense of pride still refused to go down quietly.

Her moaning though was all she had. Once she'd found herself again on the treadmill and was forced to walk despite the soreness of her hooves, a sort of trance begun to settle in. Discomfort, sweat, breathlessness... arousal. It all combined into a sludge that fogged her mind and kept her walking, stumbling, and walking more all while time begun to lose its meaning.

That time was Moon Chasers to manage now. Who made good use preparing things. First there was the bridle harness that he slipped over Scootaloos head and integrated with the mask, the reigns tied to the treadmills front. Her shy whining and attempt to duck her head away only resulted in him harshly tugging.

Then there were the bottles of liquid food he had procured with the mask. A blend of energy enhancing supplements, protein, and a blend if milky white fluids. The latter of which still had him wonder how the Wonderbolts managed to procure so much of it. He could only grin when he saw the orange mares wide eyed reaction to him slotting the bottle into a feeding port at the front of the mask. Where it slowly begun to drain and permeate her mouth with the odd, salty and sweet taste.

He stopped the treadmill when she was near enough to collapsing it wouldn't serve her any more to keep on trying. She was sweating. Panting as much as her tubed and filtered nose would let her. And the moment he had untied her harness from the treadmill she was slumping down into a puddle of her own making.

Any other stallion might have thrown himself at her. Even now in her delirious state a hoof was inching down towards her marehood. And the scent of heat was permeating the air of the small apartment space. But he had a goal and purpose in mind with getting her aroused. And could make do with the fleshlight in his room until her training was complete. For now...

The final item was procured. The key that'd make her training stick. The heat suppresser was of a particularly devious design. While most mares did just fine with placing a scented cooling pad under their rump, this one went several steps further in not only suppressing but ensuring absolute chastity during a mares trying time. He figured it must have been a bat pony invention. But now, the adhesive latex pad and stubby shaft on the inside, would be perfect for sealing up her sex until after she'd finalized her admission to the Wonderbolt academy.

Once he'd fished it from its bag he didn't hesitate to roll Scootaloo on to her back and wistfully scan her dripping marehood one more time. She was blinking up at him through her foggy lenses. But he didn't pay her any mind. Her thighs were grinding at another, her clit was winking up a storm. He had to push the former apart with his forelimbs before he could push his face between her legs. Placing one slow trail of his tongue over her sex to sample her taste before he'd seal her up. Before picking up the pad between his teeth and nudging it in place. The short rod slipped into her sex. Then the latex pad was pushed over her lips and clit. He could see it change and liquify momentarily as it reformed to form an airtight seal. And left only a tiny opening to her urethra.

It'd be a long few days for the exhausted mare once she found out that none of her nightly grinding and humping would let her achieve proper relief. She just had to pass the entrance exam before he'd consider taking the thing off off her again. And perhaps then, he'd claim his prize as well.

Part 4

She woke up to the equivalent of a cloud based ice bath. Shivering within a blizzard that rapidly zapped the heat out of her body until frost formed at the tips of her feathers. She didn't even have time to call out about the cold before the moment passed. And she was pushed through the cloud and into a changing room.

The shocking occurrence was, the Wonderbolts had determined, the best way to keep a pegasus from overheating. And one of several steps taken after an event to cool one of theirs down. Especially when that member had just flown and pushed themselves as if their life depended on it. And in a way it had. As neither Scootaloo herself nor Moon Chaser had permitted her failure in the matter.

The race at the end of the day might have been a formality to most who had participated. But to her, coming dead last would have been more than just humiliation. It'd have been the end of her nascent career, and bound her to same plane as other failures of her race.

"Not bad." Her 'mentors' voice emerged from behind her, while his presence pushed her further into the small changing room. He didn't even look fazed by the cold swirls surrounding him. And he shook the little bits of frost that clung to him off with a casual demeanor. "Fifth."

"Slowest." She finally replied. He'd pulled the mask off her this morning just before they'd set out for the training grounds. And had even taken off the itchy horseshoes once there.

"Still. You made it. And you weren't last." It'd been a gruesome process to get her to this point. And Moon Chaser wondered just how much an impact the week of harsh 'training' had actually had. He could see a change in her stance at least. And she'd not been winded all day until the race. So the days of breath restriction might have done some good at least.

"And...? I was still slow..." She couldn't help to grin however. Even as her aching wings beckoned her to slump down flat over a nearby bench. "And Dash wasn't even there..." Moon just rolled his eyes at her.

"Yeah well... whatever her. You were fast enough." He was circling around her, moving up to stand behind her back. Grinning, she had to imagine, at the view of her flank. "Fast enough... to earn your reward."

Her tail flicked upwards at the words. And she blushed deeply as she remembered what exactly the cause of it was. All her heat, the strange arousal, was still there. Pulsing in her nethers, held back by the latex patch. Now that her head was clear from the strange trance he'd put her in over the last days she should've complained. Called for abuse, run away, reported him. But instead her tail flicked up and to the side with need. And a low whine escaped her throat. She hadn't managed to come once with the thing blocking her from touching. And the pent of need had been a good motivator for the day so far. Now though... She was beat. And she just needed to relax and... "Nhh... fiiine..."

The words were near inaudible. But it was all the encouragement Moon Chaser needed. "You're in luck." She wasn't actually in heat. And he wasn't interested in ruining her.

A minute later she could feel him under her tail. Using his teeth to tug on the latex bit molded to her sex. Which seemed to know exactly who had put it there. And after some delightful nibbling finally started peeling off. Almost immediately the scent of her arousal permeated throughout the room. As the buildup of it begun oozing around the small rod stuck inside her sex. The patch and rod dropped to the floor after a proper tug. Leaving her feeling strangely exposed... and dripping a puddle on to the ground.

Moon didn't wait for an invitation. Nor for the view of her winking clit. It was clear what the young mare needed, and clearer still what he wanted. She could hear him shuffling about for a short moment, then lift and put his forelegs on the bench beside her rump. And a second later she felt the hot touch of his length, grinding once, twice, over her exposed lips. Forcing a shocked moan from her lips as he drenched it in her copious amounts of natural lubrication.

She saw stars when he finally pushed himself inside of her. And filled her out in ways she'd never known possible. Even from the one nightmare night where she had pounced on Rumble behind the club house and things had... escalated.

She moaned. He grunted. And after a short moment for him to adjust to the tight heat of her body he pulled back. Prepped himself to push. And thrust! Only to laugh when she squealed from the impact of his cock head on her cervix. And the way her walls immediately contracted around him, pulsing and rippling. Telling him just how easily she had just came. "Now there's... a good girl." It didn't matter that she didn't move an inch by her own will. He had plenty of energy to spare. And didn't waste a second to repeat his thrust. Again, again. Until the changing room echoed with his grunts and her moans.

When he was done two things were for certain. Scootaloo was spent and out of it. Barely even reacting when he pulled himself free from her. And her face was the happiest it'd ever been. Smiling where her open panting mouth didn't hinder the expression, and unable to hide an ounce of the elations he was feeling. From her repeated orgasms. And the fact she'd indeed passed her test.

"Experimental Training Division, Trainee designation S." He had almost caringly placed the Wonderbolt yellow lanyard with her new ID around her neck. Before easing a firm piece of cloud into her sex. To replace the shape of his length inside of her. Both to ease the throbbing soreness he had left her with. But also to give her a reminder of what it had felt like... to cherish as he put the latex patch back where it had been to seal her sex again.

Part 5

"Now, these are the new uniforms you will be testing as part of the Experimental Training Division." Steel Wing, a pegasus mare with a brilliant white coat and grey flecked feathers stood at the end of the room before a whiteboard. She was from what Scootaloo had gathered, in charge of the ETD. Scootaloo was one of three that had made it this far. And had been seated on a chair to the left of a young looking stallion that just like her, looked a little bit too nervous to make the cut of a Wonderbolt. But that was the point of this. As the three that had showed the most promise, and yet still underperformed according to the standards, they had been assigned to the ETD. To be the first to try out new training regimes and equipment to hopefully help them catch up, and help the unicorn supported R&D division on the ground to supply the Bolts with what they needed for their future gigs and missions.

The whiteboard at the front of the room currently displayed the hung up picture of a uniform. Blue and yellow, and mostly unassuming from the sketch. Though Scootaloo couldn't help but feel her wings itch at the sight of it. The pony in the picture also wore a mask and goggles. And she all too well remembered the effect that those had had on her. Beside her the stallion was scribbling down every word their new instructor was saying. It seemed a bit ridiculous, given she'd been curt and to the point... and not really given much detail.

"Each of you will be assigned a handler to get started, you are to report to them to get your uniform assigned and equipped. They will then walk you through the necessary knowledge to get it done yourself." That had in fact been a mystery to Scootaloo. As much as she adored the blue and yellow streaked outfits of the Bolts. She had always wondered how a pony actually managed to get into that kind of spandex. Rainbow Dash had shown her the trainee version once, but that one closed along the rump and was missing all four legs.

"At the right. Scootaloo, Moon Chaser has volunteered to handle you. Left, you get---" Of course he had. She nearly sighed at the news. But the latex patch covering her marehood made it difficult to... be mad at him? In a way she was more relieved than anything that she didn't have to explain to anypony else what the heck that rubber thing did there beneath her tail. The excitement of her new reality as a true Wonderbolt trainee really did a lot to keep her from feeling bad about it though. "And you in the middle, I'll manage you personally. Now, everypony file out and make your way to the changing rooms at the end of the hall."

Scootaloo did just that. Eager to get going and out of the 'class room' environment she always perceived as suffocating to her spirit. And she didn't think she could handle sitting on a bench any longer without slowly starting to grind back and forth against the stupid patch. She tugged her tail down before leaving. And was the first to arrive at the designated room. Completely oblivious to the near predatory look Steel Wing had given the stallion after she had left.

The room ended up being wholly unimpressive. Clearly it was just something to be used whenever a space was needed and served to function on its own. Though it did have tiled flooring, and plumbed with a drain and shower at the end. It also had a bench and table to one side. The latter of which currently was home to a heavy looking case sporting the Wonderbolt logo.

"Ah there's my orange prodigy. C'mere. We've got stuff to do!" Moon Chaser greeted her with one of the sly grins of his that had become more common ever since he'd put the patch on her. She huffed and tiptoed into the room, her hooves still remembering the effect of the horseshoes from before. "Yeah yeah... You're just here to show me how to get the uniform on, no?"

He shrugged his wings and nodded. "Sure. But these ones are a bit fancy." A wing motioned to the case. "Experimental. Now, get yourself wet with the shower while I unbox this thing."

Scootaloo returned a nod. She couldn't settle on how to behave around him. And so decided it was best to just move on. The shower was only some steps past him in any case. And she found the water at the least not to be freezing cold.

From beneath the water she could watch her handler dealing with the case. The thing was large and heavy, and he first dropped it from the table to the bench and finally the floor. Then flicked two latches to get it open. The moment was accompanied by a curiously raised brow by him, and a not so secretly excited expression from the orange mare. She soon stepped out of the water after she'd turned wet from head to hoof. To see what he was doing.

"Hrm. Perfect. And with instructions too in case anypony forgets. Hah." He flicked the lid open to reveal the printed instructions on the inside. Showing two ponies working together, one of them seemingly laying on the floor or bracing against a bench while the other... Scootaloo had to blink twice to make sure it wasn't actually a mating display. But the pictograph just had them working on a zipper with their teeth. "Huh."

Beneath were foam cutouts for a handful of sealed bags. Clear and filled with shiny things she didn't wholly recognize. Moon Chaster though promptly pulled the biggest from within. Then shut the case again. Dropping the bag onto the lid as he begun to open it. "Okay then. I want you out of the way, give me some room in the middle." The first step was to unfurl the flightsuit and lay it opened on the ground.

It was now that Scootaloo realized what was different about this one. The instant that the package opened she recognized the scent of rubber like the mask that she had worn before. And the glossy looking material that Moon Chaser pulled from within just confirmed that suspicion. The suit looked on the outside like a Wonderbolts. With its blue base and yellow accents. But it was shiny and nearly looked wet. And as he spayed it out for her, the inside turned out black.

"Bat Pony developed latex. State of the art assuming nopony skimped in the procurement, and the unicorns didn't fuzz with the enchantments." She could only nod. She'd never met a bat pony except from a distance. And had certainly not heard of latex either. Moon didn't comment on her blank face. But continued spreading the thing out, until she could vaguely follow what was going on. Four legs, an opened along the back. The hooves seemed reinforced and stood out from the rubber sheet. It almost looked like someone had skinned a pony with a shiny coat.

"Simple enough. The design's supposed to be better than the neoprene and spandex they used before. Less air resistance, that kind of stuff. Only leaves your wings to generate power." His explanation got a 'huuh' from her. An upgrade over the normal suits? That was cool! "Step in, don't cross your hooves."

She did. Careful not to step anywhere else but the designated spots. And using her wings to keep her front half hovering while she eased her back legs into the two openings. Moon Chaser made sure to hold each leg of the suit up for her to fit her hoof into. And she quickly felt the slightly oily insides of the suit interacting with the water coating her. Making for a surprisingly friction free entry until each hoof settled into the suit. She could feel it squeeze them tight around her ankles, and the padded base seemed to conform to the shape of her soles. It was a little odd. But at first appeared more comfortable than the horseshoes he had put on her before.

Once all four hooves where in their pockets she wondered how the rest of it was going to get up her body. It seemed like wing and teeth weren't going to be able to do it. That was until her handler told her the next step.

"Now. Spread your legs apart until you're laying flat." That appeared to be the key to it. As she let her torso lower and her hooves part to the sides she could feel the rubber stretching under her. Partway through her splaying she felt it meet her barrel. And it was crawling up her limbs, with some assistive tugging by Moon Chaser here and there.

She couldn't help but shudder as more of the odd material clung to her coat. The stallion was working quickly now. Tugging on the suit to get it up over her flanks and back. And she could feel her wings slip through two long slits along the back, before those were individually zipped up until the base of each wing. Her tail was pulled through a ring that closed tightly around her dock. And finally he climbed over her back to work a zipper up towards her neck. Starting near her dock, running between her wings, and finally reaching her neck where the final piece of the suit hung. The mask, or hood? She couldn't immediately tell from the bundle of black blue and yellow until Moon Chaser lifted it up with his hooves and stretched it out. Making the shape of the hood apparent. Cutouts for her eyes and muzzle accompanied those for her ears. And an open slit along the back for her mane to spill from.

He didn't have to say much as he pinned her from behind and spread the hood open for her. She closed her eyes and let him stretch the thing over her face, her head. Then hissed and grumbled a she had to pull her hair out through the top and back of it.

"How's it feel?" He was still on top of her when it was done. Fiddling with the zipper pull to get it hidden away in a pocket and create a seamless look for her.

"T-tight?!" Was her first response. And not a wrong one at that. Everywhere the suit was touching her. Subtly pressing into her form. Not enough to be restrictive, but it was impossible to ignore. And the feeling extended to her muzzle where it stretched around her cheeks every time she spoke. "But it doesn't feel bad or anythng...- Nghah...?" A surprised noise cut her off when she felt Moon shifting on top of her back. Getting more... comfortable?! With his hard rod grinding over her new shiny coat.

"The heck are you doing?" She hissed the words once she had realized as much. But only earned his scoffing back at her before he got up. "Having some fun. Don't mind me."

He mercifully turned back to the case to retrieve the next piece of gear. "As part of the ETD you're tasked with testing out our new long term deployment gear. That includes the suit. But also-" The next item was retrieved. This time looking much more like a mask, one she was familiar with. "- supplemental equipment for high altitude and long distance flights. Combat protection, and more. The suit for example is resistant to cuts and scrapes by anything but a proper blade. And even those should close up over time of those Canterlot hornboys are worth a damn."

"Steel Wing probably wants you to trial this as if it was a standard one week deployment, while keeping up your regular training of course. I'd say it should supplement it nicely."

Scootaloo was frowning at the sight of the mask, having thought herself self from such weirdness after the previous week. "A whole week?!"

He shrugged with his wings... while his erection bounced between his legs as he approached. The mask shifted from a hoof over to his wings to hold it up towards her face. "You'll come to love it. Hah. My couch can attest to as much."

She quickly switched to an embarrassed pout. Before sighing and pushing her face forwards into the mask. It was styled in the Wonderbolt colors, with a yellow tinted visor that quickly covered her eyes. And after some shifting two stubby plugs soon entered the tip of her nose. She had to resist sneezing as they did. And in that instance opened her mouth to the short pacifier like protrusion entering her mouth. From the outside it looked a bit like a plug for her mouth, framed by the two filters connecting to the nasal plugs that sat over her cheeks. She mumbled a complaint! But the rigid shape of the masks muzzle kept her jaw from moving properly apart.

"Stops you from biting your tongue. Shut your whining." The masks straps then were cinched tight behind her head. Creating an airtight seal around her face. "Just relax and let me do the rest."

And relax she would he knew. The restricted air flow was going to do its job. As did the 'performance enhancing' scented filters in the mask. Their sweet scent was going to be overpowering at first. Until they worked themselves into her system and hypercharged her bodies sensitivity. Luckily for her, the rubber suit was going to keep her from the worst of it. Or maybe not. It'd go into the observation report for her either way it went.

What wouldn't go into the report though was him pushing her around. Now that she was bound to end up winded once again, and was silenced and couldn't call out, he had no reason to go slow. "Turn." He still forewarned her as he had her step towards the bench and brace herself on it. Before he put his face under her tail to find a hidden zipper there. He opened it as far as it could, uncovering her sealed up sex, before he mounted her again.

She bucked beneath him as she realized his weight was about to end up on her back. But the movement and her protesting groaning didn't have any effect. He was too big and even bit down on her ear to hold her still. Growling a command as his length prodded at her rear. Remembering the patch she whined in confusion... until he managed to work himself between the rubber and her rump. Using the oily slick interior of the suit to push himself inside. Grinding past her near nonexistent teats and grunting with pleasure as he felt the rubber and her coat gliding over him.

"Now there's a good mare..." He thrust into the suit and pressed her down onto the bench. Using her as some kind of toy as got to work. It only took a dozen thrusts this time before he groaned with satisfaction. And she felt his hot seed spread over her coat. "Mhhh!" She tried to voice her complaints while he withdrew. Chuckling to himself.

"Don't worry. Nopony will know." He couldn't see the daggers she was staring at him through the visor.

"And stay like that, I'm not done with the gear. Unless you want me to try out some other ways to have some fun... Maybe that's what you want."

She didn't make a noise. But kept on shuddering as she felt the warmth of him continue spreading. Coating her belly, while it was kept warm by the insulating properties of the strange suit.

A minute later Moon Chaser was ready to continue and take the last items from the equipment case. A small rubber bag. With another set of illustrated instructions on it she didn't get to see. And which had him chuckling.

"Now hold very still. You don't want this to go wrong. Pretty sure it was the Solar Guards that first came up with these enchantments. Something about not being allowed breaks during guard duty. But they're just as useful to us."

What, it was she didn't get to know. But feel. With the egg shaped buttplug being first. Helped along by plenty of lube and its fairly modest size it slipped inside of her before she could even thing of putting up resistance. And soon afterwards a strange but almost pleasant tingle spread inside her passage. Crawling deeper until she lost track of where it went. "Also helps keep weight targets."

The next item was longer. Thinner. And was pushed slowly through the tiny opening inside the latex shield covering her sex. Easing into her urethra to repeat the tingling down there. Her eyes watered from the odd sensation so close to her clit. And for a moment she could feel her sex clenching and rippling around nothing as it reacted to her need.

"Now that wasn't too bad was it." His sarcasm was palpable. And she shimmied with discomfort from the strange intrusions. He quickly zipped her up, and hid the tab inside a latex fold. Resorting the seamless appearance of her outfit, and hiding away the evidence of anything strange going on on the inside.

"And up you go. If we're quick we get to hear that colt squealing in the other room. Steel Wing loves to put the mask on last..."

Part 6 - Dashterlude

"No Dash." Spitfire interrupted the rainbow mare before she could try to make yet another excuse. Her own voice was already raised, and worked itself up more so as she kept speaking. "It was your job to keep them in line and safe. And now we are missing two agents in Trittingham, and Celestia knowns what's going on in Canterbury. We have reports of bat activity up there. Recruiting nobles to their cause. And I think I know exactly who is to blame for that." The fiery captain of the Wonderbolts might have sounded calm and collected, but it was evident to everypony in the room that she was fuming. Soarin was making a point of staring out a window, as if staring at the batch of fresh recruits could somehow many his ears not flinch at the spoken words, or get his mind off what was going on. Spitfire might have been too professional to scream. But that didn't mean it didn't feel like it to them.

"You better think of a way to make amends. And quickly. I can't have ponies getting captured to who knows where, and leave things burning in your wake. No more excuses. Either you learn that not everything is about flying fast and being flashy, or you're just not cut out for this work."

Orange eyes met violet as Spitfire stepped up towards Rainbow Dash. Seizing her up. Standing there stiff and pretending like she wasn't being chewed out in front of another higher up. Blushing on her cyan cheeks, where the neoprene flight suit didn't cover them. "Am I understood?" Spitfire demanded an acknowledgement. Which was immediately met with a "Yes mam'!" from the rainbow mare.

Good. Spitfire didn't speak the word. "Report to Steel Wing for reassignment. I can't have you leading another team. So you're joining the trainees. Maybe you can teach them to be better than yourself. Does that sound fair?"

She did not wait for a reply as she turned away. The nervous shuffling in Rainbows wings had been enough to tell her that she'd picked her punishment well.

Part 7 - Intermission - Unfinished

Meanwhile in another room across the hall, Steel Wing was dealing with the stallion. With his greyish blue coat and dark blue mane he almost could have passed as one of Soarin's relatives. But he had none of the discipline or confidence of his bulkier counterpart. He was nervous, looking around the place and flinching as she approached him from behind. And his build was more the sleek and lanky kind... He'd make a decent background flyer probably. But as for field assignments, Steel was going to have to put the work into him.

Of course, she wasn't going to go easy on him either way. "Now-" He turned too slow to keep her from getting eye to eye. And the moment that hers met his, he was already instinctively backing up. "- I don't know how you managed to come in dead last. But I have a pretty good suspicion." She was pushing him with just her presence, step by step, backwards into a tile covered wall. Until his rump collided with it and he couldn't do much more but slide down along it and sit. Steel Wing used that opportunity to tower over him. "That orange butt is hard to resist after all. Especially with that nervous twitch in her tail... but I can't have my test subjects getting distracted by such things. Am I understood?"

Clearly having lost his voice and blushing with embarrassment the stallion could only nod. And mumble a delayed 'yes mam!' as she stepped away again. Giving him just enough room to breathe, while her keen ears picked up on it. "Good. Keep sitting there. We have equipment to put on."

Barely a minute later she had shoved an equipment case across the floor to land beside the new recruit. Similar to Scootaloo's, emblazoned with the same logos. And clicking open at a prod from her hoof. And inside, nearly the same gear. With the suit and mask taking center stage. Though with two key additions to the set.

"Recruit. Spread your legs, front hooves behind your back. And I want them to stay there!" The first item she picked from the crate was the chastity cage. Made from a firm vulcanized latex it could flex a little bit, and of course, wouldn't risk chafing.

Its soon to be wearer meanwhile was just looking embarrassed. Not recognizing the item, but certainly aware of how exposed the reque... demanded pose left him. His question as to what was going on was cut off before the first sound even left his mouth. With Steel Wing's hoof promptly having been shoved between his lips.

"Shuddup." She didn't waste much time. A second later the hoof was already gone again, and now between his legs. Helping to keep him spread as he predictably tried to shimmy out the way, and together with her other, wrapped the cage around his junk. It didn't need a lock, as she was absolutely certain that he wouldn't be able to get at it... "Safety sheath. Keeps you from popping unsightly erections during a show too." It snapped into place easily. With a loop around his base, another for his balls, and the sheath itself being pulled over his own. Squeezing and pinching slightly here and there until she had jostled it into place. "And I'm sure we both understand..." Her hoof hadn't left him yet. And instead begun to pull, tugging on the whole ensemble until he couldn't help but whine as it begun to hurt. That disobedient colts that do their thinking with their dicks, might end up getting locked."