Dashie unfurled her wings and took to the sky, I followed short behind her with the help of a powerful gush of wind, a jump, and a push from my own wings. She was screaming for me to catch up with her - so I did. I began flying as hard and fast as I could, the pain in my wings from the injury was almost nonexistent from the incredible magic medicine I was prescribed. Flying was nearly effortless. I caught up to her, and tapped her side.
“Tag!” I shout through the wind noise as I soar away.
“Oh no you didn’t!” She says, determined to tag me back. She flew past and over me, turning and spinning as she went. She flew backwards in front of me and tagged my nose.
“You’re it!” She shouted as she flew towards a rapidly approaching Cloudsdale. I chased after her for a few seconds until she stopped short in mid air, hovering in place above the field I was taught how to fly in. The clouds moved out of the way, revealing Cloudsdale bathed in Celestia’s sunlight. Dashie saw I was getting close and took off, she flew between the cloud homes and Greek-esque cloud buildings that were floating through the sky, scaring ponies as she went at break neck speeds. I wasn’t too far behind her, the rainbow trail she made was dispersed as I flew through it. The mountain which Canterlot castle is part of was in sight now, we were getting closer to the race track.
The light grey clouds that shielded Cloudsdale once again moved in front of us, revealing a brightly lit racetrack near the outskirts of Canterlot. It was a large oval, surrounded by clouds to mark the race area. There was a lot of ponies waiting patiently in the marble bleachers that were attached to the side of a mountain, chatting about the race and patiently waiting for it to begin.
We glided our way down to the stadium, Dashie made her way up the stairs in front of me towards the locker room. On our way up the steps I heard one young filly shouting “Rainbow Dash!“ over and over, I told Dashie that she had a fan. She quickly made her way over to the young filly and gave her an autograph. Her first autograph. Her first fan, aside from all her friends and myself. A few of the filly’s friends began crowding around Dashie, but she soon gave them all what they wanted - a signature from ‘The one and only Rainbow Dash!’. Dashie left for the locker room to change into the blue and yellow jumpsuit which we‘d packed into her saddlebags, as soon as she was out of sight, I made my way to the betting stands.
I hadn’t made much money, but the little bit of money I had I’d earned by helping out Pinkie in the bakery, Applejack on the farm, or Rarity with modeling hats. I approached the window, inside was a pony wearing a formal looking suit, he seemed bored out of his mind.
“Hello sir, would you like to place a bet? Minimum bets are forty bits.” He said, in a monotone voice while leaning on his right hoof. I had only brought fifty bits with me. I was debating whether or not to place the bet, I’ve never been one for betting. I then realized who I would be betting on: Dashie, My daughter, the best young flier, a Wonderbolt! ‘I have no doubt that she’ll win.’ I thought. I reached into my pockets and pulled out the bag/wallet that I kept my bits in. I pulled out the coins, they jingled against the hardwood counter top. The colt took the coins, counted them, and asked me who I was betting on.
“Rainbow Dash.” I replied. The boy looked confused for a second, as if my bet was insane. He simply nodded, pulled out a ticket, and with his magic punched two holes into it then levitated over the yellow ticket to my hands.
“Fillies and gentlecolts, welcome to the Wonderbolts Derby! The competitors are taking their places at the starting line and the race will begin momentarily! ” A booming, female voice echoed. I took my seat on one of the seats near the track and waited for the race to begin. I began to watch the track, I didn’t see Dashie. No more than a second after I thought that I saw the familiar rainbow trail come out of a door which had nearly swung off it’s hinges.
Dashie’s eyes began shifting around looking for me once she made her way to the track. I waved to her, she noticed and waved back. She flew to the track and waited for the other ponies to do the same.
“Are the competitors ready?” The booming voice asked. One by one, everypony nodded their heads. The voice once again sounded off. “Racing today, we have Spitfire!” The crowd was sent into an uproar. “Soarin’!” The crowd went off again. “Rapidfire!” The crowd cheered yet again. “Fleetfoot!” The crowd screamed. “And lastly, Rainbow Dash!” I began cheering as loud as I could, the crowd followed in ear shatteringly loud screams and cheers.
I even heard the filly and her group of friends shouting “Rainbow Dash!”.
A few seconds passed as the crowd’s screams, and my own, died down. A horn sounded, signaling the start of the race. The referee pony blew the whistle and waved the checkered black.
There was a blur of blue, yellow, and white, as well as the ever persistent rainbow trail that followed Dashie. Needless to say, I don’t think I’ve ever screamed louder in my entire life. The race ended so quickly, I don’t even remember how many laps they all flew.
“Rainbow Dash wins!” The voice announced. “Followed by Spitfire, Soarin’, Fleetfoot and Rapidfire!” I was so happy for Dashie, she’d won her first race! The smile on her face equally matched mine: extremely toothy and goofy. I jumped out of my seats and flew over to her, she met me half way and hugged me tight. Spitfire flew over to us, a smirk on her face.
“Congrats kid, your first win.” Spitfire said genuinely. Soarin’ interjected.
“Whatever. I‘m going to get a snack.“ He was clearly bitter about the loss.
I raised my eyebrow at Spitfire. "He doesn't like losing."
"Who Does?" Dashie and I said in unison.
I went with him, not to get a snack, but to grab my bits. The colt was still inside of his cube, bored as always. I handed him the ticket with a grin, he rolled his eyes and handed me the bits I’d earned. I counted it out, two-hundred fifty bits. Was that the ratio of her winning? Five to one? ‘They really underestimated her’ I thought, it really upset me. I had more then enough bits to do something special for us, but what? Soarin’ came back from the snack bar, he’d bough a slice of an apple pie, it was evident from the crumbs around his mouth.
Spitfire wrapped her arm around Dashie’s and Soarin’s neck. “Wanna go get some lunch? On me.”
"Why not?" Dashie said.
Enjoying the story so far, and good luck with the medication man. Hope it works instead of having to go through more hassle just to get it dealt with, I know what that's like :P
I doubt I'm first, but Yay! More!
Sad to hear you're still feeling like Applejack kicked you in the guts. That would hurt... >.<
Wonderful job, keep it up.
Typical thing with antibiotics - you start feeling better and stop taking your meds. This is shortly followed by the dormant and resistant bugs you didn't let the medicine kill flare up and make you even sicker. The better half sees it all the time at the vet clinic. She has to explain that all too often. It's a shame doctors don't get to say "I told you so!" though it could be argued the bacteria do that well enough. Not tryin' to give you crap - honestly. Just saying it's an all-too-common flub among those who haven't seen the results before.
Enjoying the chapters, not enjoying the pain the author is in. Tell those meds whose boss.
Your doing great for being sick I would just quit being how I am but I hope you get better.
Great chapter!
And I Hope you feel better and get everything sorted out. I too can relate to medication problems and understand the trouble that comes with them.
And best of luck for the class too!
What are you sick with, exactly?
I just wanted to inform everypony that I'm feeling better. Not back to normal, I've still got a bit of a fever, sore throat, aches, and a runny nose but they're all not as bad as they were yesterday. The thing with my class worked out, I got into the Info Tech class. No problems whatsoever. I call my mom to tell her that I got in and she tells me that her back is hurting her more so than usual and that she's at her doctor's. She's told me that shes going to have to go to a chiropractor, and she's going to be getting some pain medication tomorrow. Her back has been messed up since I was five, and I'm fourteen, so it's been a while. Finally she's doing something about it. Go figure, I start to feel better and my mom, of all people, is in pain. Sometimes I just think: FML. Then I watch ponies and feel better.
Hello. I've been reading the my little dashie series (Iffy on the series. It's a fanon for fanon for some more fanon). Now honestly, this one is lacking something. The 1st was bitter sweet and incredible. The second wasn't as good until the very end but this one seems too cheery. There isn't much drama unfortunately. I'm not saying this work isn't good but it's not good when it comes to it's traumas that was it's predecessor. Hopefully we can see that within the series c: I don't mean to insult you if I did.
your lucky. im fifteen and i still cant spell right. this is so right on with everything. *Bro-hoof* (if thats how its spelled lol.)
Man, hope you feel better...
181644 well, none of them are written by the same author. The original was a true work of genius. no one can deny that (unless they have no taste in literature.) The second was an inspired piece, and, while not quite as good, tried to keep the same feel of the original. But this is different. There's no reason for it to be very sad because Dashie and the dude are reunited (and it feels so good!). This is more a slice of life. It may not be the best written thing, but the author's fourteen. He's got loads of time to improve, and it'll come. He's writing pretty well already, anyways. I don't think I was this good at 14, but I don't remember.
Don't mean to be hatin', bro. Just pointing out the differences. And if you want another sadfic, read "Final Dream of a Filly." That one was pretty sad, imo.
Awesome Chapter!
I just wanna say that you are a wonderful Writer.
Please keep up the good work. I'm looking forward to so many more updates for this Story.
When i read this, my douchebag mind immediately decided miss dashie would be sad at her father betting on here and will think that he sees her as nothing more than a means to make money.
Then i realized how stupid that sounded.
I just realized that I have not commented on any mld stories because I have been caught up in the amazing storyline. So amazing story dude. keep up the good work! *Brohoof*
3724295 Nein,no cookie.for yuh!!