Scootaloo was sitting on the dismal front porch repairing her worn down scooter. Waiting for Rainbow Dash was starting to be hard work. As the mare joined the Wonderbolts, just three months ago, she had only two days a week to tutor her. Moping along, she saw Applebloom and Sweetie Belle with their new cutie marks. They all envied Scootaloo's, a scooter with flame turbo boosters, a week before. But they got theirs only two days ago. Sweetie Belle, a lilac jewel encrusted microphone and Applebloom, a rusty, black hammer. She's a good interior designer. An EXCELLENT interior designer. She was so that her tattoo appeared on her boring, blank flank. Sweetie Belle, a voice of ginger seems to run out of her esophagus, I bet you can imagine.
Scootaloo had recently added two more luxurious-than-a-wagon sidecars for the former crusaders to ride in. The pumpkin colored filly took them for a ride when, suddenly Rainbow Dashes' signature sonic rainboom burst through the crimson sky. Then, for some odd reason, Scootaloo knew she then needed to do something.It had to be NOW.
She rushed the group to the matchmaking office, without the others' consent, but they knew where this was headed. And it was NOT a good idea. Mr. and Mrs. Diacrust, the matchmakers, filed through their paperwork and happily added,
"you girls will be just PERFECT for this job."
"Job, HA HA! We don't want a job, we want a date." Scootaloo almost shouted.
"Okay then… That shouldn't be a problem.." she trailed off.
"why would you want a date, I may ask?"
"Our cutie marks may be in romance!" Applebloom SCREAMED with joy.
"WAIT. We have our cutie marks! So just a date for me then!"
"Well okay then.." Said Mrs. Diacrust looking in the opposite direction, her sapphire curls, similar to Rarity's bounced with a turn of her head. She scooted them away while she called to make arrangements.
Rainbow Dash glided onto the front 'porch' of Scootaloo's lean-to searching for the orange filly. She scratched at the ground, waiting for her. She poked her head toward the horizon, seeing them cruise along inching closer and closer. They finally came to a screeching halt. Scootaloo jumped off the vehicle, and trot over to a cyan mare. Rainbow was motioning odd things with her hooves. They then saw Rainbow Dash somehow instructing the filly, by jumping and flapping fer feathered skins, or laying, standing or even sitting, and flapping her wings correspondingly. Usually Scootaloo can get a few inches, but she had a few feet today . After hours of boring stuff the unicorn and earth pony find that the months of dragging lessons FINALLY payed off. There Scootaloo was finally flying, this one day it seemed… natural. She could do it, imagining herself gliding along the skyline of a exuberant beach, with friends and family coaxing her along. She remembered she had no family. God, Scootaloo, remember... Oh, yeah the date! The mare left while she was daydreaming. Not even a good bye to her buddies.
"She must have forgot about the date and let the world go at some point."
"Sometimes she's a bit of a pansy. ...What?"
Though she didn't act like one, technically she was a 'teenager', now. She also had her date in five minutes. I wish I could have remembered. I can't fly that fast yet, but walking is slower. Boo hoo for me. The orange filly let out an exasperated sigh. She used her brand new skill and left her friends to play.
She soon ended up meeting a handsome navy blue Pegasus with bright amber eyes, ocean blue mane, and he also had a soothing voice and personality, her thoughts clouded. but one was on her, like a mad dog, he was the one. Although he couldn't fly, that problem was solved easily, Scootaloo knew how, and she could teach him.
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As months went on they grew up more and more. They were in love. His name was Rushing Clouds. The duo were a cute couple buzzing among the streets of chilly Cloudsdale and quaint Ponyville. Meeting with her friends, each time together they were told about the experience. They were still very close, but were just stuffed into her schedule between Rushing Clouds and her delivery job. One day though, Rushing Clouds asked Scootaloo a question. One that would make her family, friends and her happy. Rushing Clouds said with a voice of satin: "W-Will" *cough*