Dreaming Rainbows

by Yummytubeowo

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Slice of Life
Length: 350

Will Scootaloo be able to handle life in dash's shoes?

The story takes place with scootaloo filling her dream, becoming like Rainbow Dash, but what happens when that dream takes a toll for the worse? Will Scootaloo be able to handle life in dash's shoes?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-06-14 02:16:33 UTC

"Wish"

It was a normal day for ponyville when this turn of events happened. Actually, I was still in school hanging out with my two favorite pals, Sweetie Belle and apple bloom together we formed the cutie mark crusaders and our goal is to find our special talent and get our cutie marks. However, we aren't having much luck. We keep trying, but nothing has happened. Oh right! School. Well, miss Cheerlie began to rumble on about future career or something.

"Miss Cheerliee," she called in a nasal lyrics wail that made her sound sick if you ask me. "What if they don't have a cutie mark and don't know what their special talent is like some of us in the class?"

"Well..." Miss Cheerliee explained trying to, of course, coming up with a sophisticated  answer "You see Diamond  Tiara. If a Pony doesn't have there cutie mark it just means they'll have to figure out what there talent is and possibly work to find out. Not everypony gets there cutie mark right away as we explained."

"So what your saying it is possible that some ponies can go on with life never knowing what their special talent and getting their cutie mark!?"

"Well..." she replied "yes it is possible but..."

"Well well looks like some ponies will never get there cutie marks. Good that me and silver spoon already got our cutie marks!"

"Oh of course Diamonded, it is a good thing"

"Hey! Instead of hinting those remarks, why not say it to our faces! Better yet, why don't I give you a smack in the face and show you the cutie mark of pain!"

"You wouldn't dare. After all, you're just a chicken," Tiara stated as she ran a perfectly polished hoof through her ugly Matty mane.

"What did you call me?!?!"

"Chicken, chicken, chicken~"

"At least I'm not a old ugly mule."

"What did you call me!?!?"

"Mule, mule , mule~"

"Girls." Cheerliee replied, gently placing a hoof on our back side. "Please no fighting. This isn't a hoof wrestle and will not tolerate fighting in the classroom,"