Chasing a rainbowView OnlineI am getting short with you.Chasing a rainbowFaster. Must fly faster. My heart raced as I sped through the sky, narrowly dodging clouds, and eliciting sharp cries from random birds. I had to fly faster, I just HAD to. This was much too important. Why had I let this happen? No! I didn't let it happen. Not if I could just go fast enough to fix it. I beat my wings faster than ever before, trying to get every last ounce of speed out of them. I silently pleaded with them to speed up, focusing my every thought on just going faster. Panting for breath, I flapped harder and harder, my wings burning from the incredible task. I stretched my hooves out further in front of me, as if that little act would somehow make me faster. Fast enough to catch her. A fun-filled day, a calm evening and then an argument. Not a small one. Enough to make her fly from the house, trailing tears. I will never be able to look her in the eye again without seeing the look of dejection and misery she wore as she took one last look back at me. I could see it now, the fading rainbow contrail, zipping this way and that. It reminded me of a foal's drawing done in crayons. Crayons.. That had been my pet nickname for her. She didn't like it at first, but she warmed up to it. Considering the pet name she had for me, it was... normal. Our relationship certainly wasn't orthodox. We had met three months ago, purely by chance. A shout. A crash. A beautiful blue angel atop me. A shrug as if to say "It's okay, this happens all the time." Two months of fun and adventures later, we were in love. A month after that, big changes. A new cloud-house. Applying for a job transfer to Ponyville's weather team. Asking her to move in with me. We were the happiest couple in town. Then this. How could I have been so stupid? Closer now, the colors were brightening, the trail straightening as we flew into cloud-free skies. I figured i was close enough. "DASH! RAINBOW DASH!" From a couple dozen feet in front of me came the response, weakened by the howling wind. "LEAVE ME ALONE! GO AWAY!" My flaps slowed slightly, fatigue starting to creep over me. "DASH! PLEASE! STOP!" No answer. I started to slowly lose altitude, growing increasingly tired. I started to panic. "DASH! PLEASE! WE'LL DO IT YOUR WAY!" I cried. My strength gave out and I dropped. I could do little more than lock my wings in place to gently glide, lower and lower along with my mood. She was gone. I had lost her, and along with her my heart. It was a shock to me to suddenly hear wingbeats above me. "Do it my way, huh?" my cyan angel flew down alongside me, a hopeful look on her face. "Yes Dash, we can do it your way," I replied, making a rather rough landing near town square. She steadied me with a hoof. "Mean it?" She pressed. "Yes Dash, we can have Istallion food tonight. My stomach can take it." "WOO HOO!" Author's Note About the non-normal nickname she has for him.... HAH! There is none. Or at least not yet. I'll think on it.
MagicianView OnlineI am getting short with you.MagicianImbiciles. I'm surrounded by them. Incompetent, mindless fools. The circus strongman (well, minotaur), with his "Stronger than you, and I'll prove it too" attitude? Okay, you can lift ten ponies with one arm. I can make you explode from a hundred hooves away. The exotic dancer? more like erotic dancer. She's slept with half of the circus, and half of the towns we have been to. Literally. The acrobats? Please. I'd be more impressed to see an earth pony do that instead of pegasi. The clowns? Don't get me started. I stomped into my trailer, slamming the door shut. I levitated my hat and cloak up onto their respective hooks as I flopped onto my bed. Which happened to double as my couch. Or table. Or desk. A knock on the door. "WHO DARES DISTURB THE WONDERFULL AND SPLENDIFEROUS UNO?" I yell, using throwing a book at the door. The door swings open with a roar of magic and the whole world is tinted light blue for a moment. "IS THAT ANY WAY TO SPEAK TO THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE?" I gasp. "Trixie!" The light blue mare smirks, stepping inside. "How have you found Uno?" "The Great and Powerful Trixie has made some connections in the past months. It was easy tracking you down," she replied, grinning. "The Wonderful and Splendiferous Uno is confused. You said you never wanted to see me again." I said. "The Great and Powerful Trixie has found some... errors in the way she does things. recent events have changed the way she sees the world." I was definitely confused. "What do you mean? Events?" "The Great and Powerful Trixie has done some very wrong things in her life. It took a whole town of ponies to make her see that she wasn't going about things in the right way." "What are you getting at?" She spoke softly, tears welling up in her eyes. "The Great and Powerful Trixie is getting at this. Ever since she was separated from her brother, she.. I have become a cruel, spiteful mare. I want to atone for what I have done, and this is the first stop." She looked at me, a faint glimmer of hope on her tear-streaked face. "Will you travel with me again, brother?" Author's Note I had originally had an idea of the brother actually being a fellow magician who falls in love with Trixie, but I liked the brother/sister angle better. And if I have to type "Great and Powerful" one more time, I'm gonna break my own fingers.
ExtremeView OnlineI am getting short with you.ExtremeShe stood atop the ramp, looking down at the course. Her wings ruffled softly in the light breeze. She took in the roar of the crowd, drinking it in like it was something tangible. This was all hers. She rolled her scooter back and forth across the wood floor, a slight grin on her face. She tightened her helmet, obscuring her soft purple mane. Violet eyes sparkled in the midmorning sun. Her grin grew larger as she spotted her friends in the crowd, cheering her on. Her friends... They had been there through it all. All the adventures, all the fun, all the good and the bad. They had never let her down. And she was determined to not let them down. Her eyes narrowed. It was time to do this. She nodded at the timekeeper, who nodded back. She crouched above her scooter, ready to kick off. "Cutie Mark Crusaders X-Games finalist... yay..." she whispered. Author's Note Scootaloo proves that super cute and badass can indeed co-exist.
