The cyan pony with the rainbow mane sat expressionless at the Wonderbolts after-party. She would be hanging out with her idol Spitfire, who had actually offered Dash a seat next to her, but she refused. The floating cloud castle was stock full of happy, talking, and partying ponies. Spitfire was signing autographs for the young pegasi cots and fillies who aspired to be along the side of the leader of the Wonderbolts. Soarin' was in a pie eating with Fleetfoot. There was dozens of ponies crowding them, cheering them on as they shoved countless cherry pastries into their mouths. All Rainbow Dash did was stare out into the dark, starry sky. She could see distant thunderclouds, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. She didn't deserve the element of loyalty. She had been accepted into the Wonderbolts, and was so overcome with happiness she didn't care about her friends anymore. She had no idea where they were, or what would happen to them.
It was early in the morning, and everypony began to leave so the greatest fliers in Equestria could get some sleep. Spitfire trotted up to the silent rainbow mare. She squatted down next to the blank pony.
"Hey, Dash... Dash? You there? Hello!" Spitfire questioned as she poked Rainbow Dash. Dash turned around with a sad expression on her face.
"C'mon, were all goin' to our rooms. You might wanna go to yours, the janitor doesn't like to clean up ponies." Spitfire chuckled as she flew up to her room. Rainbow Dash followed in her blue Wonderbolts costume. She slipped through the door to her cloudy and colorful room. She sat down on her bed and stared out the window. She trotted up to the window and sat down, staring again out into the wild night. Her wings lay limp out of her costume after the vigorous flying show they had performed earlier that day. She tucked her wings into the suit and flipped the buckle. All the suits had flaps where the ponies wings would be, so they could open them for a flying event, then close them and hide their wings for any fancy meeting or party. When she buckled the wings in the suit she stood up on the windowsill.
She looked back on that eventful day. When she was invited into the Wonderbolts. She was the first to leave, but it wasn't all her fault. It might have been, but she didn't want to believe that what is happening now is because of her. She stared down fearfully into the large drop from the cloud palace to the grassy earth below. No pony knew about what happened. Well, at least no one in the Wonderbolts did. They all saw Rainbow Dash depressed, and tried to cheer her up. Spitfire let her beat her in race events, but Rainbow still stayed sullen. Soarin' made some, romantic advancements, nothing to serious like intercourse, but that didn't even cheer up the rainbow pony.