Take to the Sky

Scootaloo sighs. She continues staring up at the clouds that had taunted her for so many years. She'd never get to see the beautiful cloud spires and buildings that were so tantalizing to her. Was she ever even in Cloudsdale? Was she born there, as Rainbow Dash had said almost all Pegasi in Ponyville were? "She did say almost all..." Scootaloo thinks to herself. She'd been grounded, as it was, for her entire life. At least, to her knowledge. She could only remember up to when she was three. And even then, she was living in what her friends called "The Coop", a small home shaped like... Well, a chicken coop.. She knew she had a sister, because the last time her mother visited her, about 3 months ago, she was pregnant. Late into it, it seemed. "I woulda named her Flash." Scootaloo thinks to herself. Suddenly, the sky is filled with a loud whooshing noise and a voice yelling.

"Get the hell outta the way!" a familiar voice yelled. Scootaloo looks around, but saw nopony. All of a sudden, a blue blur crashes into the orange filly, sending the two tumbling down the small hill that Scootaloo was sitting on. When they stop, the blue mare is over the filly, staring into her eyes.

"Heh, heh... Sorry, kid." she says, moving off of Scootaloo. She knew not to say anything more, or she'd probably faint.

Scootaloo chuckles, and stands on her hind legs to brush herself off with her forelegs. She returns to a normal standing position, and smiles. She still hasn't realized who the mare that crashed into her is. "No trouble. It's not the first time I've been tackled." She says. She looks up, and finally realizes who the ballistic mare is. "Yo-you're Ra-Rainbow Dash!" she gasps out before fainting.

"Son of a bitch, not again." Rainbow Dash mumbles under her breath.

"Hey! Hey, squirt! Come on, wake up!"

Scootaloo shakes her head side to side, letting some of the cobwebs loose. She looks up, and sees that the room she's in is pure white. And puffy. "Oh, no... Am I in the looney bin?" she asks, trying to see around her. Her vision is blurry. She must have fainted. Again. Damn, she needed to learn to cope with surprises.

A loud chortle escapes from the mouth of the mare sitting next to her. She stops herself, and says, "Nope, it's just my house."

"You live in a marshmallow house, then?" the orange filly asks. Her vision is coming back.

"What." the mare replies. Not as a question, but as a statement.

The filly looks around. Her vision is less blurry, but still blurred. She sees a blue shape next to her, and nearly faints again. "I-I-I'm in the home of Rainbow Da-Da-Da-" she stutters, her mind overloading on information. The blue mare curses under her breath and slaps the filly across the face. 20 Da's was enough. Scootaloo reacts slowly, raising a hoof to the place where Dash hit her. Her vision returns. She winces at the stinging pain, then turns to Rainbow Dash. "You just hit your number one fan in the face." she says, a look of contempt spreading over her.

"Well, you were losing it, Scootaloo." Dash says. The orange filly gasps. Rainbow Dash pours a glass of... Cotton candy soda, it appears. "Did Pinkie give me this?" Dash thinks. Possibly. She could never keep up with that hyper maniac, let alone remember anything she was given by her. She hands Scootaloo the glass.

Scootaloo takes a sip, then looks back up at her idol. "You... Know my name?" she asks, flabbergasted.

"Yeah, of course. If I didn't know the name of my biggest fan, not to mention the president of my fan club, I'd be a horrible pony! How would you feel if you didn't know my name?" RD says. She smiles slyly. She pours herself a glass and slowly sips it, taking in the filly's exasperated expression.

"But you only ever called me 'Kid' or 'Squirt'... You even called me 'CGH' once. What the heck does that even mean?" she says, setting the glass down.

"Cornish Game Hen. It's another term for a small chicken, and since you live in a chicken coop..." Dash replies, grinning coyly.

Scootaloo giggles. "You know where I live, you coulda took me there! Why your house?" she asks, picking up the glass and sipping the bubbly, candy flavored drink.

Dash thinks for a moment. "I have a comfortable bed, and you've never been to Cloudsdale. Now, it isn't Cloudsdale, but my house is still made of clouds. I'll take you to Cloudsdale sooner or later. Maybe in a week or so." she says.

Scootaloo gasps. "You took me to a house that's floating about 1000 feet off of the ground?" she asks.

"Is that a problem, Scoot?"

"Well..." Scootaloo begins, "Yeah, because I can't-" she stops herself.

"Can't... What?" Dash asks.

"I can't... Fly..." The filly mumbles under her breath.

"I didn't hear you, speak up!" Dash says.

"I can't fly, okay? I've never been able to fly." Scootaloo says, somewhat angry.

"Tell me something I don't know." Dash mutters. She smiles. "I could help you with that." she says, some what louder.

        Scootaloo sighs. "I wish I was you. You're one of the best flyers in the world, you have a lot of friends, you probably get all the colts..." The filly says, swirling her glass around, causing the liquid to act like a whirlpool of sorts. The other members of the CMC all had kinda-sorta-maybe boyfriends, heck, even Spike had a girlfriend. It's as if the entire population of youths were hooking up with each other.

"Pfft... Colts. Most guys I've dated were only after my body. Bucking bullshit. I've only dated two stallions who liked me for me. The mares, on the other hoof, were just the opposite." she replies. She covers her mouth as soon as the words are said.

Scootaloo looks at her in confusion. "Mares? You've dated other mares?" she asks, trying to process this information.

"Well, that was a great bucking thing to say, Rainbow Ditz..." Dash thinks.