After breakfast, Soarin leads the young pegasi out to the track. He announces that all of them are to arrive here every day – unless otherwise informed - stretch out and do a warm up lap around the track. After explaining it all and answering a few of the questions other pegasi had, he tells the small group that Spitfire will be out to determine what groups she would put them in.
Rainbow felt the same immense joy that she had the day before. It felt like her heart was going to burst right out of her chest. As soon as Soarin finished speaking, she stretched and took off on her warm-up lap. When she returned to the ground, she watched Spitfire as she spoke with Soarin about something.
Soon, she realized she had the feeling she was being watched. But when she turned to see who might be watching, no eyes seemed to be on her. Something still felt dangerously wrong. Rainbow brushed off the feeling, putting it down to nerves. After all, Spitfire was going to be watching her fly all day. What if she messed up?
First, Spitfire announced that she was going to take times. The pegasi would fly around the track in groups of four and she'd take down each time before the next group went. Rainbow watched the first group, which included Cloud Kicker, who all got good times – they ranged between approximately forty-five seconds and one minute. Dash was called with the next group. She wasn't pleased to see that one of the colts who teased her in flight school – she believes his name is Hoops - was in the lane beside her. "Hey there, Rainbow Crash," he taunts and Rainbow's magenta eyes narrow.
She refuses to acknowledge the light brown pony. She just settles into a ready position, wings unfurled as she waited for Spitfire's whistle. The loud, high-pitched noise shot through the air and Rainbow Dash took off, focusing on staying ahead of the stallion beside her. About halfway through the race, he turned sharply and hit her in the side, sending Rainbow into a spinout. Her eyes narrowed further as she flew harder, catching up and passing the other ponies until she crossed the finish line in first place at thirty five seconds. She won against Hoops by six seconds. She came to a difficult stop before landing beside Cloud Kicker.
"Are you okay?" Cloud asks softly as the next group is called up. Rainbow could tell that the lavender pony was referring to Hoops hitting her.
"I'm fine," Dash responds easily, although she's furious at the other pony for trying to sabotage her. "As a Wonderbolt, you've gotta be able to recover from stuff like that. It was probably an accident." But she knows he did it on purpose. She won't tell on him though. Rainbow didn't want to be complaining on her first day here. Dash wouldn't want Spitfire to think of her as a baby. She can take care of herself and play fair while doing it. She has no use for Hoops's cheating; she could win against him without cheating any day.
For the rest of the day, Spitfire took times on all kinds of things before beginning to drill relatively simple flight patterns that are commonly used as bases for the more complicated tricks and techniques the Wonderbolts use in their performances. Over the course of the exercises, Rainbow forgot temporarily all about Hoops and simply enjoyed her first day of practice.
After dinner, she went outside to enjoy the cool night air. The slight breeze ruffled her feathers as she took off into the night air, breathing it in. Rainbow was just about to attempt a rainboom when she heard Hoops's voice, "Why, if it isn't Rainbow Crash. I told you we'd find her out here." He teases and she can't help but wonder who he's talking to. She looks around and sees four silhouettes in the shape of ponies.
She rolls her eyes, "Hey there, Hoops, did you come out here so I can beat you again?" She smirks.
"Not quite," An edge in Hoops's voice makes her heart pound and adrenaline flow through her veins. But before she can fully register that he meant to do more than race her, they were surrounding her. She fought as they started to pull her down. One of the colts bit into one of her wings, holding it still and sending pain up her wing and through her body. Her other wing fluttered, searching for the strength to get her up further and she kicked out with her hooves, hitting one in the gut, sending him flying off her flank temporarily, but she only fell faster without the colt holding her up. Another pegasus shoves her to the ground, pushing her belly into the dewy grass as two hold down her wings, taking one each and the other her head and neck.
Rainbow doesn't know two of the stallions, but she doesn't really care at the moment. She tries to push up and yank her head from under the dark pony pressing her head into the ground. She can't move her mouth or her wings and one of the ponies holding down her wings, sits on her back, rendering her legs useless as the fourth – she believes this is Hoops – pushes her flanks down. "Not so tough now, are you, Rainbow Crash?" He growls and he pulls her tail around her side. She closes her eyes as terror envelopes her. All she can do is hope that somepony comes across the scene and puts an end to it.
Her ears are pressed against her head, giving away her fear and anger as he shoves himself into her. She grits her teeth, unwilling to give them the pleasure of as much as a sound of pain although that's pretty much all she felt at that moment. Dash is vaguely aware of them taunting her, but that had virtually no effect on her at the moment. She continued to struggle, fighting against the stronger, larger pegasi until she couldn't anymore and her breathing was heavy. Once in a while, she would still squirm and try to fight the ponies off of her, but to no avail.
They took turns raping her until she wished they would just kill her and get it over with. The taunting and teasing didn't end, and neither did her fight. She kept trying even after she knew it was hopeless. When the four other pegasi finally left, Rainbow just lies there, trying to process exactly what just happened.
At first, all she could think about was what she would do next. She couldn't tell anybody about this. What if they say her as inferior or not worthy to be a Wonderbolt? But she doesn't want to have to confront those colts again. And before she can think, she pukes until there's nothing left in her stomach.
She forces herself up and walks back to the dorms, only wanting to rest her aching body and to deal with all these troubles when the next day comes.