It was your average, sunny day in Cloudsdale. Birds flew overhead, wispy clouds floated lazily in the sky, and the cheerful sound of foals laughing and playing filled the air.

It was your average, sunny day in Cloudsdale, at least before a certain rainbow-maned filly fucked everything up.

Rainbow Dash sat at her schooldesk, bored out of her mind. They were learning about multiplying fractions or some shit. Why this information was crucial to her life, she had no idea.

Eventually the teacher stopped her tedious droning long enough to introduce a transfer student from Bunny Hills Elementary School, who had trotted in at that point with an older pony. Her name was Fluttershy, a gangly butter-yellow Pegasus with bubblegum-hued mane and tail.

Rainbow rested a hoof over her grumbling stomach. This filly was making her crave carnival food.

Fluttershy froze while the teacher tried to make her feel welcome or whatever. She seemed overwhelmed at the amount of ponies staring at her.

Well, duh, Rainbow thought. You're fresh meat. You stand out like a clown at a funeral. Everyone's gonna be looking at you.

What's-her-face took her seat in the desk directly next to Rainbow's.

Wait, what's your name again?

The teacher continued with her damn lesson. Flittersqueak seemed to be ahead of most of the students in the class, because she raised her hoof at every opportunity and called out the correct answers.

Rainbow snorted. Teacher's pet.

The cyan filly spaced out for most of the rest of the class period. She regained mental consciousness when Fightersky slapped a pile of papers on her desktop.

The fuck?

"We're taking a quiz," Fatherspy whispered.

"Oh," Rainbow said. "On what?"

Flippersly flashed her an odd look, then turned her attention to her paper.

Rainbow gingerly took a quiz, behaving as if it were infected with the avian flu, and tossed the stack at the colt on her other side.

Okay, number one. I can do this!

Rainbow gnawed on her pencil eraser.

Number one...hmm...nummmber one...uh...

Rainbow glanced up at her classmates. They were slouched over their quizzes, scribbling.

Fucking shit.

Her cerise eyes flitted over to Flubberscrub, then at her answers. After checking to make sure the teacher wasn't looking, she copied off her quiz, changing a few answers on purpose to avoid suspicion.

Flatter—Fuck it, Rainbow gave up on guessing her name. I'll just call her Yellowquiet.

Yellowquiet scrawled the last answer on her quiz and placed it on the teacher's desk. They exchanged smiles.

Rainbow rolled her eyes.

The light-colored Pegasus returned to her own desk and, not knowing what else to do, played with her mane.

Rainbow eyed her in admiration. She has a pretty mane. Maybe I should shoot the breeze with her and we could become friends. Then I'd teach her illegal stuff. And we would get arrested and become cellmates.

Rainbow poked Yellowquiet with her pencil eraser, forgetting she had chewed on it earlier. The outcome was remnants of saliva sticking to her arm. Ah, shit.

Yellowquiet startled and swiveled in her seat to face her. "Um. Hello."

"I really like your mane," the light blue filly murmured to her.

"Oh!" Yellowquiet stroked her hair self-consciously. "Thanks."

Rainbow nodded, and remembering she still had hell in the form of paper lying on her desk, turned in her quiz.

Finally at noon the bell shrilled, and all the foals shoved their way out of the classroom. Rainbow Dash and Yellowquiet were the first ones out. The teacher led everyone down to the ground to eat. Last time ~~Rainbow Dash~~ some idiot dropped ~~her~~ their entire lunch off a cloud and took out a rickety old mare, whose equally old husband sued the school. They weren't going to let that happen again.

Rainbow joined Yellowquiet under a tree a little away from everypony else. The smaller Pegasus chowed down on her sandwich right away, but Yellowquiet took her time laying each food item carefully on paper napkins on the grass.

"Um, whatcha eatin' there?" The pink-haired Pegasus cocked her head, gandering at Rainbow's mysterious lunch.

"A waffle sandwich," Rainbow replied simply, as if a waffle between two pieces of bread wasn't the weirdest food combination ever.

"Ah." Yellowquiet looked between her lunch options, trying to decide which to eat first: a peanut butter and daisy sandwich, a box of apple juice, baby carrot sticks, and a vanilla pudding cup. She finally picked the carrot sticks, daintily eating each one until the napkin they were on was clean.

"So, uh, Yello—er...what's your name?"

"Fluttershy."

"Yes. That. That name. Fluttershy. You wanna come over to my place later?"

"Oh, I'd love to! And...I have a question for you. But it's, um, sort of hard to ask..."

"Ask away." Rainbow took another bite of her waffle sandwich.

"You wanna fuck?"

Rainbow choked on her waffle sandwich.

After a minute or so of coughing, spluttering, Fluttershy failing at the Heimlich maneuver, and a spit-covered chunk of waffle plunging into the dirt, Rainbow screeched, "What?!"

"Fuck. You know. Make love, mate, have sex..."

"I know what it means! Just...what?!"

"Oh, come on. You're acting like you've never been associated with a horny filly before."

"No! ...Okay, maybe, but it was just my cousin's neighbor's niece! And we didn't even get to—"

"Oh, whoa, okay, I don't need to know. But do you?"

"Do I what?"

Fluttershy fixed her with an irritated stare. "Want. To. Fuck."

"Oh! Uh...sure?"

Bad move. A flash and shutter sound interrupted their fun, prompting Rainbow to swiftly remove her tongue from Fluttershy's nether regions. A photo dropped out into the hooves of a colt in some geeky uniform neither filly recognized, who only had seven words as a response to what he'd seen.

"This'll look great in the school paper."

Author's Note

Sorry, I'm not that great at writing. I kinda tried to do this the way I imagined Rainbow's point of view to be.
Suggestions for improvement are welcome.