A Lazy Dream Cloud and Wet Hooves
Rainbow Dash can often be called the Ace of the Weather Squad,and given the opportunity she is likely to agree and then boast profusely about her latest accomplishment. Although the ponies who know her on a more intimate level understand she enjoys the attention, they can agree she would rather spend her days in a more relaxed and downright lazy stupor amongst the many clouds that litter the sky. Though you wouldn't hear her say it to anypony; Rainbow loved to lay on Rainclouds. More than any of her "Hoofmade 100% Organic Made in Cloudsdale" furnishings that adorn her abode she enjoys the fluffy, puffy, squishy, oh so heavenly rainclouds. Scootaloo knew she too was destined to revile in that feeling of Natural Bliss just like her Hero".....If only the clouds weren't up so high"
Five weeks of Lasso training from Applebloom's sister had traced the tongue of the small Flightly Impaired filly and she would gladly remind the cloud of this fact upon missing her throw. The better part of her day off from school was threatening to disappear after hours of wailing her head and promptly recoiling the rope only to unleash it once more with twice vigor ad infinitum. To anypony watching the sight itself was curious and upon closer examination the question would eventually be raised "Why doesn't she just fly up there?". A question Scootaloo would thankfully not have to answer due to the fact that nopony would ever walk by the edge of town on a Saturday. Even the Weatherponies were instruments of their lethargy, clearing the skies directly above Ponyville and leaving much else for another time, a factor that worked into her favor as it supplied a discreet location to capture her prize.
Though she only focused on the low-floating clouds in the beginning, she had amassed only a few tufts that even when smushed together would barely lift her tail. By evening she had begun aiming for the more reasonably Scootaloo sized clouds that floated slightly out of hoof and unfortunately subjugated herself to the gut-wrenching torture of missing by either full pony-lengths or so close her feathers could close the gap. Any silent hope of a breeze blowing the clouds closer was a constant sting on her pride as the fact that most Pegasi her age could push the clouds down with their wings alone. Scootaloo had transformed herself into a wailing ball of frustration, hope, depression, envy, and rage with only the loose noose flying through the air to act as her emotional conduit. Anypony can tell you that effort alone isn't enough to do something your not capable of.....but that never means you have to listen to them.
With due time and the appropriate amount of sweat and tears a cloud was within her grasp (Figuratively Speaking of course). She gripped the rope taut, fastened a knot around a nearby stone, reeled the cloud within easy hopping distance, and rejoiced. Though the fatigue would have her fall to the ground at a loss of breath and heaved as much air she could burn into her lungs. "Who *wheeze* made *gasp* clouds *cough* so Heavy!?" With a hack and a cough, she wobbled to a stand and readied herself for the next big leap (literally this time). Falling into the cloud her petite body was quickly submerged halfway into the fluff and with a little management she quickly found herself comfortable.
The next step....was a mystery. Scootaloo was tired, comfortable, slightly toasting in Celestia warm sun, and her sweat was rapidly being adsorbed into her resting place. By all accounts she should have been asleep the moment her shadow disappeared in the white of her bed but all her eyes can do is search the sky waiting for the sweet relief of slumber. She pulls a tuft of loud over her eyes then fumbles about and pull more over her chest and stomach. With little more than her hooves slightly protruding from the cotton pearl cocoon, she finds herself daydreaming with her eyes wide open. Maybe her day would have been better spent helping Sweetie Bell with her recital, fixing up the Cutie Mark Headquarters with Applebloom, or blowing bubbles with Dinky Hooves. Scootaloo's mind began to wander about all the fun things she could have done instead of her cloud harvesting, and she began to favor them as better uses of her time.
Perhaps a better use of her time though should have gone to securing the rope, as the cloud had slipped through and lifted off ,carrying her to the world of her dreams within the sky. Scootaloo herself was quite content with allowing this to happen as her Daydreaming had already given way to her desires and she too had been transported to the sky of her dreams. Though one might argue this to be quite a nightmare instead, as such a certain princess felt the call to invade a dream that needed her caster to wake. For Scootaloo the day was glamorous, vibrant and new. Luna would disagree as the situation was dire, complex, and desperate. In the state that she was in, the young filly would laugh off any impending danger as a joke. As such Luna had but one tactic to implement...a skill she found to be most unpleasant for dreamers as well as dangerous. Her idea was to scare the endangered mare awake, but a fright within a dream was a risky gamble and the princess was with little choice.
As her mind played with her friend's, Scootaloo's body floated ever higher from the now imposing ground. She had taken falls from this height before but a trip now would end with far worse than a few bruises. Thinking as best she could with only a single chance the Lunar Princess projected an image of what Scootaloo feared most to appear in her dream. If she were to take even a single glimpse of such a sight, surely she would realize the facade surrounding her and would panic to awaken herself. The image itself was of Rainbow Dash, her gallant wings had been removed from existence and her majestic Mane was parted by a long horn aglow with a vibrant technicolor hue. Rainbow was discussing a difficult topic with Twilight Sparkle inside her house all the while using her Unicorn magic to clean the dirt off her hooves. Scootaloo mouth was agape as she peered through the window and found words fleeing from her throat as fast as her brain could parse them.
Luna's plan had worked.....but at a cost. When Scootaloo awoke with an scream that would have warranted her earlier predicament, she soon found herself speechless once more. Beneath her was her pride, the cloud she had caught with all her strength, though it had been dyed a light yellow pigment. To a born and raised Pegasus she knew immediately what had transpired in her slumber. Scootaloo had wet the cloud.
Author's Note
Kinda short, I know. But my first published story so yay.
I wanted to put a segment about Rainbow seeing scoots and then her having to explain away the yellow cloud but I couldn't phrase it right and I wanted to end it with Rainbow enjoying cloudwetting herself and some kinda lesson.....
Was definitely originally planned to be more mature and maybe NSFW, but i wanted to make it into a more kid friendly type story since I was Dead-set on featuring Scootaloo so a lot of the Original plot got changed. The part about Luna kinda sounded weird after reading a few times, I imagine she meets scoot a lot in her dreams.
There wasn't a lot of Dialogue on purpose, though I guess more would help.......all i could think of was to make her curse or swear and that didn't fit the story anymore. She was mostly alone and Luna couldn't speak to her, kinda the reason adding a large speaking segment between scoot and RD felt wrong especially at the end and got omitted.
Please feel free to criticize, I expect this to be well hated so anything else is a pleasant surprise.
Cloudwetting, heh........
