Chapters 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.
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Turning Conversations Around and First Lesson
Warning, this chapter has Rainbow Dash trying to explain how wings work. I'm not sure how I did.
Dash thought quickly. "You bucking idiot. Try to change the conversation." Her face immediately lights up. She smiles. "Hey, Scootaloo, do you want me to teach you how to fly?" she asks, hoping the young filly would forget about the conversation.
"Really? You'd teach me to fly? Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Scootaloo yells, jumping out of the bed and hugging Rainbow Dash tightly. Too tight, in fact.
"You're... You're crushing me..." she says, her ribs starting to ache. Scootaloo loosens her grip and chuckles nervously.
"S-sorry, Rainbow. So," she says, releasing her idol, "When do we start?"
Dash cracks her back, and thinks for a moment. "I'll take you to ground level, and we can start there. Wing control." she says. As if on cue, her wings unfurl one at a time, showing off her wingspan of 6 feet. Scootaloo watches in awe. "Without wing control, you can't fly. Same thing with fuel... Wait here." She folds her wings in. She walks into her kitchen, and grabs some sandwiches, two glasses, and a bottle of cotton candy soda. "Shouldn't keep that next to the dandelion wine..." she thinks to herself. She wraps the food and bottle in a cloth, and walks back into the living room with it hanging from her mouth. "Get on my back." she mumbles through the cloth. Scootaloo obliges, and she flys them to ground level.
Dash sets the cloth down. Scootaloo smiles. It is late into the afternoon, and the sun is low in the sky. A beautiful day. "Dash, how did you become so good at flying?" she asks, sitting on her haunches.
"I already told you the story about the sonic rainboom, what more do you want to know?" Dash answers. She takes out the glasses and pours both her and Scootaloo a drink. She walks over to the filly and sits next to her.
"Well..." Scootaloo starts, "How can you fly so fast?"
"Angle and velocity. Next question." Dash quickly replies. Scootaloo giggles.
"Okay, hotshot, how do I control my wings?" Scootaloo asks. She could unfurl them simultaneously, but not one at a time, and what little flapping she could do was lackluster.
Dash smiles. "You ever notice how in situations of extreme emotion, they unfurl automatically?" Scootaloo nods. "That's part of our instinct to either fly or act. Like if we are attacked," she says, turning towards the filly menacingly. She pounces at the filly, stopping only an inch in front of her. Her wings explode outward. A trickle of sweat goes down her face. Dash smiles. "Well, you got your instincts up and running, it seems." she says with a chuckle.
Scootaloo frowns. "You... You wanted to see if my wings could move at all?" she asks, a veil of disappointment obvious. Her wings fold back inward.
"Yes and no. I wanted to make sure your instincts worked. Have you ever noticed that during an event that some may consider... Sexy..." Dash says, hesitating on the last word, "That your wings extend?"
"Yes?" Scootaloo says, unsure of what she's about to be taught.
Dash sees Scootaloo's face and chuckles. "Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to talk about THAT. Anyway, this is caused by a rush of blood flow caused by our hearts beating faster. Same thing with our instincts. However," she continues, flapping her wings slightly so as to hover above the ground, "You must learn to control these instincts to a degree. Try to only extend your right wing."
Scootaloo sighs. She tries to extend her wing, but instead extends both. Dash frowns. "Well, looks like I got some work to do." she says with a sigh.
Two hours later...
"Okay..." Dash says, somewhat annoyed at the amount of time it took to teach the young filly. "Try it again."
Scootaloo smiles. She knows that this will be the time she finally completes the lesson. She extends her right wing, then her left. She shows just as much flourish as Rainbow Dash did. She laughs with excitement. "Dash, I did it!" she says, grinning. She folds her wings back into place one at a time.
Dash claps her hooves together. "Well done, kid. Well done. Now, then, let's eat."
Scootaloo smiles. They walk over to the small tablecloth and start to eat their lunch. Afterwards, they lie down on the cloth and stare up at the clouds. Scootaloo asks, "Dash, do you have any siblings?"
Dash is startled by the question. She never talked about family in front of anypony. But, of course, she could make an exception for the young pupil. "Kinda. Fluttershy and I are close enough to be considered sisters, but we're not related... I did have a sister, but she left home shortly after I was born. She feared that I would take away all of the attention she was getting from our parents." Dash sighs. Scootaloo yawns. Dash looks over at her with a sly grin on her face. "You tired, squirt?" she asks, knowing it will annoy the young filly.
"Yes..." Scootaloo answers, too tired to be annoyed. She lays her head on Dash's stomach. Dash looks at her in surprise as she starts drifting off to sleep.
Dash smiles. "Good night, CGH." It was only two in the afternoon, but she didn't care. She was happy to be with the only pony on the planet who loved her for her. She was content. She starts to drift off. It had been a long day. She falls asleep, and begins to dream...
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Daring Dash and Scoot (optional dream sequence)
Note, the Scootaloo in this is what I'd expect a Discorded Scootaloo to be like. Brash and brutally honest, as well as overtly sexual.
The temple rose out of the jungle like a monolith before them. Finally, they had arrived. "See, Professor Paranoid? Told ya we'd get there." Dash says, adjusting her hat.
"Oh, I knew we'd get there. I just expected us to get lost a thousand times before we did." her purple haired companion says. This was her first expedition with the legendary Daring Dash, adventurer extraordinaire. At least, that's how she told it. The young filly knew that some of her tales were more legend than substance. She was actually one of the biggest skeptics of the adventurer.
Dash smiles. "Just imagine the riches! The fame! The stallions! You're still single, right?" she says, a flourish added to every statement. Scootaloo chuckles.
"I thought you preferred mares, Daring Dyke." she says harshly. She loved to invoke anger in the adventurer. Dash always got so sexy when she was angry.
"Speak for yourself. I saw you making eyes at that bartender, Slutaloo." Scootaloo shuts up at the mention of the bartender and the nickname.
"Damn her wit." she thinks to herself. "Not my fault she was hot." she says, the blush spreading across her face.
Dash laughs, and they continue to the temple. Large Aztecian symbols cover the entrance, and a hieroglyphic message adorned the ceiling above. "Any idea what this means, Scoot?" Dash asks, adjusting her hat again.
"Either it's a warning about a curse, or this temple's been condemned. Too many double meanings in this language." she says.
"Well, either way we'll be dealing with risk and danger. And Danger is my middle name!" Dash says. She whips out a small machete and hacks away at the vines covering the entrance.
"I thought it was Sandra." her assistant says as she hacks away, invoking a laugh.
"That's my second middle name." she says briefly. She cuts the final vine and they step into the temple...