I don't care if I don't look pretty...
She was tough.
She had an armour made of confidence.
She was egotistical and cocky at times.
But she made up for it with her devotion (her not so perfect devotion)
and her laugh, her amazing laugh that made you laugh.
She was easily loveable.
Flight was her passion.
She had a desire to stay in the sky.
The winsome sky was her home that stayed with her forever, it was her inanimate love.
Her perfectly preened wings sliced through the wind effortlessly, her feathers each individual knives carving the sky with her rapid moves.
Her wing accurately angled, pushing the air behind her, increasing her agility.
The aerodynamics were simple once pegasi got used to it.
And Rainbow Dash was used to it.
Her dream of flight had a major setback.
A foal.
Rainbow was seven months pregnant, her belly bulging with a baby who had learned how to kick.
Her friends were fully aware of her pregnancy, and constantly pampered her and she allowed it as she did worry them for one month by not eating.
After a few scans, Dash found out that her foal was healthy as it has been feeding off storage fat.
Good thing that horses have a lot of storage fat or the baby would of died.
Rainbow had agreed to eat to keep her precious treasure alive.
Dash didn’t want to know the gender, she wanted it to be a surprise.
She wanted something to think about during labour, as the father wasn’t there anymore.
She didn't expect him to come to the delivery.
Not after what she did to him.
Though she was content, she couldn't help but wonder about the father.
There were still those nights that she would cry the entire time.
There were still those times that she would cry in private.
She knew that she should talk to her friends about it.
But she was stubborn.
Too stubborn for her own good.
One sunny day, different hues of blue and aqua were weaved together like patch work, white condensed balls of water, were carved and built into different shapes and stamped crazily on the sky.
Rainbow dash laid peacefully on the soft grass, its smooth texture brushing her skin, tickling her skin at every touch.
Her hoofs rested on her abdomen, occasionally stroking it.
She talked to her foal, telling it her interesting life story.
Like the time that she made a spectacular spectrum in the sky, called a Sonic Rainboom.
The different hues of light, circulated the mare and pushed back in different directions.
She drew swirling circles in the air, and made whoosh sounds exaggerating her amazing experience.
Or the time she had rescued Equestria from dangerous harm.
Or the time she fell in love with it’s father.
Yeah, she could remember that moment perfectly.
It was a tranquil night, the stars were gazing at those below.
Dash was uncomfortable in her dress, it’s fabric itching at her coat.
She started kicking at the rim.
But she stopped when she looked into his eyes.
They were a gorgeous green, reminding her of the leaves on the trees back in Sweet Apple Acres.
He smiled at her, his smooth voice rang in her ears, chiming a sweet melody,
“Do you want to dance?”
She grinned, a fully toothy grin, her heart jittering in her chest, unable to contain her undying excitement.
She pulled his hoof towards her, and practically dragged him to the dance floor,
“Come on!” she screamed with joy, he just genuinely chuckled in return.
Dash placed his hoof on her back, right in-between were her wings met.
He slightly blushed and looked shy, but she pushed that aside and smirked,
“I’m not going to bite.” he stayed silent, “What? Is Soarin of the Wonderbolts
scared of a simple ponyvillian?”
Soarin’s eyes widened taking the tease as a challenge.
He used his wings to push her into him, and directed his muzzle to her ear, his warm breath sending tingles up her spine, raising small hairs on her fur,
“I ain’t scared of anything, especially a beautiful mare”
His words caressed and invaded her heart, she felt her heart pumping hard, her cheeks feeling hot.
“And I’m not going to let this dance go to waste.” She breathed, closing her eyes, resting her chin on his shoulder.
Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven played fluently, tranquilly by Octavia the cellist, with pigeon grey hair, a light grey coat, and bright violet eyes,
Soarin and Dash’s hooves moved in sync, gracefully twirling across the dance floor.
Dash trusted Soarin with her life so she shutted her eyes, letting him and the alergro beat of the music, guide her.
At the last note, she opened her eyes and saw him looking idle.
“It’s been lovely to be your acquaintance for tonight.” Soarin mocked a snobby accent, his snout pointing to the sky as if her just got a nose bleed.
Dash sniggered, failing to stifle a snort.
She bent down on her hooves, her eyes glaring gleefully, grinning , at his handsome chucking face.
At that moment, just looking at him made her heart warm up.
At that moment she felt herself falling in love.
Her thoughts were disturbed by an illumined flat and the sound of a click.
A beige coated stallion, passed a square piece of paper to Soarin and in exchange Soarin gave him a couple of bits.
He trotted by her side showing the paper to Dash; it was a sweet scene permanently printed onto paper to make a memorable picture.
A precious picture that was beloved by both sides.
Her voice began to crack, talking about Soarin made her mouth feel rough and dry like sandpaper, all the moisture leaking out of her eyes.
She kept choking on her tears desperately trying to regain herself.
She held on tightly on the branch of self-sanity but kept slipping off, as if the branch was caked with ice.
The sound of buzzing from beating wings twitched her ears hearing the rattle of wheels against rocks, reminded that she was in a public place.
With a light plop, a small frail body sat next to her. Her slim yet firm, hooves wrapped around Dash’s abdomen, both feeling sweet ecstasy.
The little autumn filly, with vibrant violet, mane and eyes, curled up in a ball next to the cyan mare, feeling the vibrating trembles of the cyan mare.
“Rainbow Dash,” her slight raspy voice, soft yet scrappy, almost bittersweet, “you’re the toughest mare in all of Equestria, and tough girls don’t cry so turn that frown upside down.”
She lightly punched Dash’s arm, but rapidly recoiled under her death glare.
“I CAN CRY IF I WANT TO CRY SCOOTALOO!” she snarled.
Scootaloo felt paralyzed with fear, her hooves shaking, her grip loosening around her idol.
Scootaloo took a lot from her role model; she learned to never show fear, that fear shows weakness.
By what she picked up with ease from her mentor, her body stiffened like stone, but her body was quavering inside like newly hatched chick.
In realisation, Dash stretched a wing, and lightly folded around the feeble filly, each individual feather tickling her, “I’m sorry Scoots, big girls cry you know. And I may be tough but the toughest ponies are those who can cry publicly.”
Dash scratched her nave and smiled nervously, the edges of her mouth pointing upwards like a canoe,
“Hehe, guess I’m not strong enough squirt.” She sighed solemnly, looking away, her eyes distantly looking into the far outwards of the sky, soft hues of blue and pink suddenly fading and soothing the mare.
“Maybe not.” Scootaloo replied lazily, her instincts kicking in, “But everypony needs to cry to themselves, it’s not like we are all in a reality show and that everything has to be documented.”
“Wise words.”
Dash’s head nuzzled the youngling rapturously.
“Well I’m awesome that way.” She grinned cockily, her little pearly whites shining perfectly, her eyes closed and filled with new profound glee.
Dash rolled her eyes, then ruffling Scoot’s already messed up hair.
Scrunching her nose and sticking her tongue out playfully, Scootaloo sparsely pounced on the mare, constantly chanting
“ I am Alpha mare! Nopony messes with me!”
“Oof! Scoots! Foal on board!”
“Oops!”
She briskly rolled off, with uncontrollable giggles, her little hooves flailing everywhere.
Rainbow smiled, seeing the little filly jubilant, was all she needed to relax, her muzzle touched the small spot on the orange pegasus’s belly, and began blowing soft raspberries, causing the filly to snort.
As day began to dissolve to the calming night, the pegasi fell silent on the humid grass, the only sound heard was their paced breathing.
They just laid there, feeling closer than ever. They were sisters, family, souls entwined to be there for each other, they were each others guardians from above.
“Can you sing me that lullaby about the noble mareden?”
“Of course I can,” she kissed her forehead and cleared her throat,
“ Little filly, hear my voice
I'm beside you, O mareden fair
Our young mare, grow and see
Your land, your own faithful land
Sun and moon, guide us
To the hour of our glory and honour
Little filly, our young filly
Noble mareden fair. ”
On the last melodic note, the filly was snoring her dreams away, miniscule sheep jumping on her head.
In a swift movement of her wing, she scooped the filly up, and they snuggled and snoozed the night away,
tears only becoming a figment of her imagination, nothing more but a dream.
Author's Note
This is not the last one shot to the then again series it just something I came up with listening to Sia. Hope you enjoyed 
Critasism iddb highly appreciated! 
I always like to improve 
Write to ya later
Basicfangirl 
