Rain thudded against the roof. A damp gust of wind seeped from underneath the window, which caused Apple Bloom to bind her blankets closer around her. A few tissues fell from the movement. Apple Bloom gave a sigh and picked them up. Her nose felt like cement from the snot blockade; she shoved a cleaner tissue to her muzzle and huffed.
Apple Bloom tossed the wads of snot drenched tissues into her waste basket and missed. With a groan of frustration, she slid out of bed; her blankets dragged behind her, and she cleaned up her mess. Apple Bloom then gazed out of her window and rubbed her eyes. It just wasn’t fair. This weather was perfect for the CMC to try and get their cutie mark in water collecting. It was a stretch for sure, and Apple Bloom would be lying if she didn’t say that part of the reason was just to allow them an excuse to play in the rain, but with her stupid cold that was generously given to her by Big Mac, that dream of trying out water collecting was ruined.
“Stupid rain,” Apple Bloom grumbled. She stared harder at the rain, trying to see if she could will this wild rain to go away.
A knock at her door pulled the filly away. Apple Bloom clambered into bed just as the door swung open, which revealed Applejack and two filled which caused her eyes to grow twice in size.
“Sweetie Belle? Scootaloo?” Apple Bloom croaked.
“Hi Apple Bloom.” Sweetie Belle said before stepping inside.
“How’ve you been hanging on?” Scootaloo asked as she took a seat on top of Apple Bloom’s toy box.
“Though ya might’ve wanted some company,” Applejack said, “Ah’ll be back later y’all. But if ya’ll need anything, just give me ah holler.”
Once Applejack was gone, the three friends looked around the room.
“So, what do y’all want ta d-ACHOO!” A gigantic sneeze overtook Apple Bloom, which caused her to flip out of bed just as the stormy wind plucked a stick from a tree.
“Are you okay?” Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo asked.
“Yup, ah’m okay.” Apple Bloom said before she picked herself up, “So, what do y’all want to play?”
Just then, the wild wind whacked the stick at the window, making them jump. Scootaloo rushed to the window and opened it, sending in a vigorous gale and a flood that begun to cloak everything in water.
“Close the window, Scootaloo!” Sweetie Belle shouted over the wind’s howl.
Scootaloo grabbed the stick and then closed the door, and with it, their voices. Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom shot daggers at Scootaloo who had a sheepish grin.
“Is yer head full of bricks? What was that fer?” Apple Bloom said as she tried to get rid of her damp coat with her blanket.
“This stick looked cool. Plus, we can probably use it for something.” Scootaloo said while she presented the stick to her friends. The water turned it into a dark brown, and the wind smoothed it.
“What should it be then?” Sweetie Belle questioned.
“We could play heroes.” Apple Bloom said.
“Okay, I call dibs on this as my weapon.” Scootaloo said.
“Apple Bloom should get it since she’s sick.” Sweetie Belle replied.
Scootaloo grumbled but gave the stick to Apple Bloom who graciously took it.
With a smile, Sweetie Belle trotted over to the toy box and levitated several multicolored wooden cubes before stacking them up to represent towers. Sweetie Belle then wrapped her magic around a few pony action figures and scattered them around the block towers.
“Okay, so who wants to be the villain, and who wants a hero?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“What do you mean by a hero, there are three of us.” Scootaloo said.
Sweetie puffed out her chest, “I call first dibs on a hero.”
“Ah’ll be ah hero then.” Apple Bloom said before coughing into her blanket.
“But I’m always the villain!” Scootaloo whined.
“You’re just really good at it.” Sweetie Belle said.
“Fine,” Scootaloo grumbled, yet a small smile threatened to break out on her face.
“Okay, there’s some costumes hanging in ta closet.” Apple Bloom said.
Scootaloo threw the closet door open and rummaged through the pile of clothing while Sweetie Belle levitated a simple white tunic over her head and, using a few scraps of paper and scissors, cut out a pair of floppy wings. She then, with the help of Apple Bloom holding them in place, taped the makeshift wings on her sides. With a quick jump to make sure they would stick, Apple Bloom grabbed her case of markers and the two drew a sun on Sweetie’s flank.
“Ya look like ta spittin’ image of Princess Celestia.” Apple Bloom grinned.
Sweetie Belle peered at her reflection in the water cloaked window, her eyes sparkled at her reflection.
“Hey, somepony help!” Scootaloo shouted, breaking Sweetie Belle’s trance as she looked at her friend whose front half was inside a familiar wolf costume.
“Where the hay did that come from?” Apple Bloom questioned as she and Sweetie Belle tried to pull their friend through the grayish costume.
When Scootaloo was finally able to get the costume on correctly she ran a hoof through her messy mane, “Dad’s allergic to cotton, so I thought it’d be okay to store it at your place.” She chuckled nervously before flipping the hood on top of her head, “I thought I told you about it.”
“Ya didn’t.” Apple Bloom said.
Sweetie Belle clasped her hooves together, “No time to dawdle on the past, are we going to play or what?”
Scootaloo grinned, puffed out her chest, and stomped towards the city of block towers where plastic ponies obliviously waited. However, before Scootaloo could knock over a tower, something ran smack into her side, knocking off Scootaloo’s balance and causing her to crash onto the apple wood floor. Shaking her head, Scootaloo looked to see Apple Bloom taking a few steps away, a smile dazzling her face.
“What was that for!?” Scootaloo shouted as she stood back up.
“Ah’m just stopping the villain from destroying Ponyville.” Apple Bloom replied before pumping up a hoof in the air, “Scootaloo, be prepared ta face Princess Celestia and Blanket Mare!”
“Her name’s a work in progress.” Sweetie Belle piped up while levitating a tissue to Apple Bloom.
Scootaloo scowled at her friends, blew a tuff of her hair out of her eye, and slinked around the back of the city. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle noticed what she was doing and split off in two directions.
“With Ponyville under our protection, we will stop you.” Sweetie Belle sang.
Time seemed to slow down for the three fillies as silence overtook them. Only the pitter patter of the rain and Apple Bloom’s sniffling broke the silence.
Scootaloo took a deep breath and inched forward, her friends doing the same. Sweetie Belle lit up her horn and Apple Bloom dug her hoof into the floor. Scootaloo took another breath and as the wind sliced through the waterfall of raindrops, Scootaloo shattered the tension in one fell swoop.
“Stop her!” Apple Bloom shouted.
Scootaloo’s muscles rippled throughout her body as she leaped into the air and, using her wings like a hummingbird, glided into the block towers. She felt her tail being tugged by Sweetie’s magic and Apple Bloom wacked the stick on Scootaloo’s side, but it was too late.
Crash!
Scootaloo looked up and found that she was covered in wooden cubes and, when she stood up, found several plastic ponies that were crushed underneath her weight. With a grin, Scootaloo pumped her hoof into the air.
“Victory!” She hollered.
“Dagnabbit!” Apple Bloom said as she slammed the stick onto the ground.
“As Princess Celestia, I admit defeat wolf creature.” Sweetie Belle said.
Scootaloo stood up on her back legs with a vile grin, “Yes, everypony will bow down whenever they hear the name…Dark Wolf!”
“Dark Wolf?” Apple Bloom snickered.
“It’s better than Blanket Mare.” Scootaloo said.
“It’s a work in progress.” Apple Bloom shot back.
Sweetie Belle smiled at her friends’ antics while using her magic to levitate the blocks and figurines back in place. She then turned to gaze out of the window, a small smile appeared on her face as she saw that the rain beginning to turn into a drizzle.
“Looks like the rain is-“Sweetie Belle chuckled when she saw that Apple Bloom was smothering Scootaloo with her blanket.
“Stop!”
“Never!”
Luckily, the door swung open. Everypony looked up and saw Applejack trot inside with a plate of chocolate chip cookies balanced on her hoof.
“Thought y’all might be hungry.” She said.
“Thanks sis.” Apple Bloom took the plate from Applejack with a smile.
Applejack looked around. She frowned at the water stains in the room. Applejack raised an eyebrow at her sister, “Apple Bloom,”
“We’ll clean it up, thanks for the cookies bye.” Apple Bloom shoved her sister out of her room and closed the door.
“We?” Scootaloo questioned.
“You were the one who opened the window in the first place.” Sweetie Belle said.
Scootaloo gazed down at the stick and gently picked it up, “Yeah, but it was totally worth it.”
Apple Bloom set the plate down. Her friends took their place around the plate and dove in. The velvety chocolate melted in their mouth.
The sun was now ushering the clouds away. However, the three fillies couldn’t care less. Their stomachs were entirely stuffed full of cookies.
Apple Bloom felt sleep overtake her. She pulled her blanket tightly around her and closed her eyes. Next it was Sweetie Belle. She curled up against Apple Bloom’s side and fell asleep. Lastly, Scootaloo staggered to Apple Bloom’s free side, stretched her wings, and fell into slumber. The sunlight bathed them in a warm glow.
