Author's Note

This was the second story I had finished. I have about 200-300 unfinished stories unpublished. This isn’t good, or funny, or sexy, or anything it should be. I’m not proud of this at all, but it needs to stay up, and it needs to be seen.

Enjoy.

Sleep tight.

Rainbow Dash sat next to her adoptive daughter, Scootaloo, on her bed. She was adopted years earlier, after Rainbow Dash discovered she was an Orphan when Scootaloo started struggling in school as her class got higher over the years. She was laying in we mothers lap, hugging her around her waist as she was held in a tight embrace. The time was late, and she would have to sleep soon. As Rainbow Dash usually did every night, she came in to help soothe the young child to sleep. For a few moments, they both just layed there until the child spoke up.

"Mom," she began, "I haven't been sleeping well lately."

Rainbow Dash listened. She had heard this many times before. Whenever Scootaloo had been around a problem, she would always say the same thing after a few days of bad sleep. She asked as she always did what was troubling the girl.

"I'm sorry," she said, "Why haven't you been sleeping well?"

"It's because," her daughter replied "of you, and mama."

Rainbow Dash knew who she was talking about. After a while of living in their house, Scootaloo began calling Rainbow Dash Mom and Fluttershy, her other adoptive parent, Mama.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Rainbow Dash replied. "What do you think me and mama are doing wrong?"

"You aren't doing anything wrong, it's just," she hesitated, "you and her don't like each other anymore."

"Don't be silly!" Rainbow Dash replied. "Of course mama and I like eachother. We love eachother. We always have. That's why we're married. That's why we got married."

"Oh," Scootaloo replied, "I'm sorry, it's just that... you always act mad around eachother."

"Scootaloo, just because Mama and I don't get along all te time doesn't mean we don't love eachother. I will always love your mama, just like I always love you."

"Then why are you mad at eachother?"

"One day you'll learn that people won't always be happy with eachother even when they get married. That's just how love works. Me and your mama have our ups and downs, just like every other couple in the world. Just like how you will someday, when you get married."

"Okay," Scootaloo said in reply, becoming more tired as she listened, "I guess I shouldn't stay up thinking about it."

"Yeah, you shouldn't," Rainbow Dash said, "Don't worry. We all love eachother, and that will never change. Now, try to go to sleep, okay?"

"Okay," conceded Scootaloo.

Rainbow Dash put down her daughter onto her bed, then tucked her in under her heavy green bed sheets. She remembered how Scootaloo picked out the color because green was a mixture of blue and yellow, which were the favorite colors of Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy. She then turned around to face the door and started walking out of the room.

"Mom," piped Scootaloo, abruptly.

"What's up?" her mother replied.

"Can you sing me a lullabye, to help me sleep?"

"Hah," Rainbow Dash chuckled in reply, "I haven't sang you a lullabye since the day we took you home. And, doesn't Fluttershy usually do that?"

"I know, but I just want to hear you sing again. When you did a few years ago, I slept amazingly."

"Well, alright," Rainbow Dash said with a smile, "lets see how good my singing voice is."

She walked back over to her daughters bed, climbing back into it to lay next to her daughter. She wrapped one arm around the back of her neck and the other under her thighs, then pulled her back onto her lap, holding her like a baby. It was much harder to do than it was when she first held her like this, since she had nearly doubled in height since that first night.

"Ah, let's see," she started, "hm, I can't really remember anything I used to sing."

"How about the one Fluttershy always does?"

"Nah, that's her song. I want to remember how I used to sing. Besides, I don't think you'd want to hear that from me anyways. Oh, I know! How about this one."

She pulled Scootaloo into a tighter embrace, now in a full hug instead of just holding her. Using her left arm she slowly caressed her daughters hair and neck, running her smooth hand over her daughters short purple hair and feeling her soft skin.

"Hush little baby don't you cry, mama's gonna sing you a lullabye," she began.

Scootaloo giggled hearing this, remembering how she sang all those years ago. She snuggled up tighter into her mother's embrace, and wrapping her arms around her mothers upper body, and pulling tight.

Hush little baby,
Don't say a word.

Mama's gonna bring you
a mocking bird.

And if that mocking bird won't sing,
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring,

And if that diamond ring turns brass,
mama's gonna buy you a looking glass,

And if that looking glass gets broke,
Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat.

And if that billy goat won't pull,
Mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull.

And if that cart and bull turn over,
Mama's gonna bring you a dog named Rover.

And if that dog named Rover won't bark,
Mama's gonna buy you a horse and cart.

And if that horse and cart fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town!

Rainbow Dash finished her song, and looked down at her child. She was fast asleep, and probably had been for most of the song. She smiled, as no matter how many times she saw he daughter asleep, it always made her so happy to have a child like her. There wasn't a thing in the world that could make her happier.

She leaned over, and gave a small kiss on her daughter's forehead, and then slowly removed her arms out from under the sleeping child. As she stepped back off the bed she felt Scootaloo's arms fall from her waist
and onto the bed. Rainbow Dash took one of the pillows that the girl wasn't resting her head on and put in between the child's arms. Almost immediately, her daughter pulled the pillow close, hugging it just like she did her mom a moment earlier.

Rainbow Dash cast a sleepy smile onto the sight, then turned around and began walking out of the room. She slowly and carefully twisted the door knob to make as little sound as possible as she exited the room. She stepped out, then silently closed the door.

She turned around, away from the door and looked at her next sight. In the living room, her wife, Fluttershy, was sitting on the couch, a horrified expression on her face.

Rainbow Dash's fake happiness quickly faded into her true emotion of pure anger. "She's asleep. Now where the fuck were we?"