Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie have always been considered free spirits. Rainbow herself could never have thought she'd ever reanalyze her entire life for the sake of one person. But when she and Pinkie are put in charge of caring for a young sickly friend during the course of a legendary icestorm, the two learn quite a bit about self-sacrifice and growing up. Also there is a tortoise.

Not featured on equestria daily! (that place scares me kinda)

This story features your daily allotment of: sad things, happy things, and sappy things!

Authors Note:
I have the educational level of a kindergartner so if the story is kinda iffy you can blame the public education system! Hooray! In all seriousness I just wanted to write something cute.

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the illustrations were sketches by me that were inked and colored by a friend who wishes, at the moment, to remain Anonymous. (bronies scare him).

Hope is the faith of the young. Losing everything she holds dear, Puppysmiles embarks on the adventure of her life to find her mother, her hopes of meeting her again driving her through the horrors of a world not of her making. Too bad the Wastelands doesn't care about hope.

A series of short friendshipping stories and cute scenes centred around Rainbow Dash and her number one fan, Scootaloo!

Each 'chapter' is a standalone story (unless marked otherwise), so feel free to skip ahead if you don't like how one is written or if you find a title that takes your fancy.

Scootaloo was alone. She had been for her whole life, but even a rejection from her idol, Rainbow Dash, hurt so much.

Now, will she stay alone? Or will everybody's favorite DJ pony give her the love and care she deserves?

And... this is what happens when you spend a whole day reading stories about two of your favorite characters.
And why do I always have to write sad things? Oh well. Enjoy! : )

Awesome pic by Berry Punch!

She is gone. Her own mother, not by blood, but by sheer love, is gone. The one who brought the joy of music into her life, the one who gave her everything she never thought she could have... is gone.

But she will carry on the beat.

Every song, every beat, every drop. Every memory, every trial, every tear. This is Scootaloo's melody.

Author's Note:
If you haven’t already, I suggest you read the first story. I would love it if you would point out all of the mistakes you find... well, as far as grammar and all that goes, at least. If you would like to help out as an editor, that would be great.