Getting Your Hopes Up

by Sollace

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Cutie Mark Crusaders
Length: 1200

When a very special filly decides she's got a dream, nothing is about to stop her. Not even biology.

When a very special filly decides she's got a dream, nothing is about to stop her.

Not even biology.

A (just barely on time) entry for Super Trampoline's Fimfiction Feghoot Festival.

Published 2019-07-18 19:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-07-18 19:00:01 UTC

Don't Let Me Down

Now let me tell you a little something about dreams.

I don’t know much about dreams on account of I never had one before, but they always say that dreams are the things life is made of, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, that unattainable goal that gives us all the drive we need to exist. It’s that force, the one that makes you want to go out to do something impossible, to prove the world wrong, and leave your own mark on history.

It’s our goals that make us alive, and our goals that keep us alive.

I never used to have a goal. I’d just live my life one day at a time. Wake up, go to school, do my homework, and hang with the crusaders a bit.

That’s it.

We’d always just hang out trying to figure out our cutie mark.

I guess, in a way, you could say that was our collective goal—our dream.

We wanted cutie marks. No, we needed cutie mark. It was our life destiny, to find out what our life destinies were.

At every turn, every failure, we’d always get back up and continue working at it. We’d come back stronger, smarter, more determined.

And in the end.

We did it.

I got my cutie mark.

...

But now what?

Once we got our cutie mark there wasn’t any other reason to hang out together. No reason to go out crusading, no drive. No passion. We just... were, and I didn’t know what I was going to do.

That is, until she arrived.

~ ~ ~

I know almost everything there is to know about Rainbow Dash.

Every tiny, itsy-bitsy, little piece of trivia about Rainbow Dash is filed away and memorized in such a way that I can recall it almost instantly. I know things that not even Twilight Sparkle herself could tell you about flying. I doubt even Rainbow Dash knows as much about herself as I do.

Not only is she the youngest member of the Wonderbolts ever, the only pony who has ever performed a sonic rainboom, and done it twice, as a filly even, but did you know that the dark purple streak in her mane is actually a really deep fuchsia?

Yeah, seriously.

Her mane’s not an actual-to-goodness rainbow. It has these tiny imperfections that make it an... off-rainbow?

You can especially see it when her mane is wet, and lightened in the sun out near Lake Poneh. Purple does not have that shade of salmon in it, and Rainbow Dash is particularly self-conscious about it. She hates it when ponies point out the purple. She loathes it, though she doesn’t want to admit it.

I once saw her deck Braeburn in the face for just casually mentioning fuchsia.

True story.

She also has a birthmark on the inside of her thighs. She likes to tell ponies that it’s part of her cutie mark, but I know what it is.

~ ~ ~

After spending some time with Rainbow Dash I began to realise what my true calling in life was, and it didn’t end here with me getting my cutie mark. It wasn’t on the ground, either.

No.

For the next step of my life, I looked to the skies. I decided then and there that I was going to fly. I headed straight to Twilight’s library and checked out every book I could about bird and flight. It didn’t matter what it was about, how many words it was or whether I even knew what they all meant.

I’d learn it on the way. If Rainbow Dash—the awesomenest pony to ever live—could do it, I’m betting all my hay that I can do it too.

~ ~ ~

Every evening I spent poring over those books. I studied every diagram, every biology textbook. I focused on the wings, looked at charts of air currents. I even studied the weather.

Pretty soon I was running out of books, so I had to get more, and then more, and then more. I went for regular visits to the Cloudsdale factories, to see the rainbows. I visited the weather factory and barely got out of it alive, but had a ball of a time watching how they moved the clouds around with their hooves.

I know everything there is to know about aeronautics. I’ve studied the wind currents around Ponyville, I’ve memorized the tactics for optimal lift calculation.

When I go to sleep at night, most ponies count sheep: I count the number of feathers on a hairpin auxiliary joint.

~ ~ ~

When I wasn’t hitting the books, I was hitting the weights. I focused on the back and the triped muscles, toning and trimming them for both strength and agility, as well as an optimal aerodynamic curvature.

I did as much as I could on three legs as possible, and then two legs, and finally one leg.

I did sprints in the morning and ice bags in the afternoon to work up my endurance. Then when that wasn’t enough, I added weights and doubled the distance.

For all my efforts I eventually got recognition from Rainbow Dash. Twilight was praising me for my studious habits, whilst the pegasus had taken to watching my daily regimen with a slight level of reverence.

She even started giving me private lessons. We’d go out to the part every Tuesday and she would demonstrate various manoeuvres. She would allow me to inspect her wings and take notes, draw diagrams; do some calculations for what kind of lift I would need for a body of my build.

We continued like this for three more months. I didn’t have enough time to see my friends. There was barely enough time to sleep, hardly enough time. I couldn’t sleep, I was too excited.

Tomorrow was the day.

~ ~ ~

I stood alone on the hilltop, an outcropping that overlooked the rest of Sweet Apple Acres, my sole duffel bag slung over my shoulder with the extra supplies and weights already prepared from the night before.

The sun was just peeking over the hills of Canterlot, sending the fields awash in a mixture of oranges and greens. The little dots of apples hung in the trees, dancing to the gentle morning wind, singing their song of silence, the only witnesses to what was about to occur to day.

Today was the day.

This pony was going to fly.

They made fun of me. They said I would never make it. Ponies called me a foal for trying, that I’d never get off the ground, but I’m here today. I’m here now and I’m going to prove them wrong.

Just because I’m an Earth Pony, that ain’t no reason to keep me down.

Author's Note

Thanks everyone for reading! That was my entry to Super Tramp's feghoot contest, written at literally the very last minute!

Special credit to Lofty Withers for donating this idea to me.

If we get over ~~5000~~ ~~500~~ 20 likes, I'll make an epilogue that will also be a feghoot! Or maybe I'll just do that anyway. :applejackunsure: