Rainbow Dash burst into the clubhouse, huffing. “What’s this I’m hearing about you trying to break my speed record, squirt?”

Scootaloo grinned. “I was just about to do that.”

“You can’t even fly!”

“Actually…” Scootaloo pointed at an empty flask on the table. “I thought I was stealing a healing potion from Zecora but it was actually a Poison Joke Extract.”

“Celestia’s feathers! Are you alright, squirt?”

“Better than alright!” Scootaloo scooped up an opened can and stepped outside with a determined look. “All I need is a good meal.” She chugged the rest of the can’s contents in one go, then crouched down, wings spread wide.

With a roar, Scootaloo shot into the sky, leaving a trail of brown jet fumes in her wake.

The resulting sonic rainboom knocked Rainbow Dash back inside the clubhouse. An empty can rolled by her head. The label read: 'Beans'.

Author's Note

This story participated in the 2024.12 "A good meal" writing competition

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