The pegasus' cloud had separated it self from the rest of the clouds that hung high, creating an almost island like bunch of poofy cloud. She lay on her stomach, snoring. A small bundle of cloud rising and falling in tune with her breathing. She would remain this way for sometime. Always a heavy sleeper.
Hours passed. The young mare had rolled over to lie on her back. Awake, but refusing to admit it to herself. She simply didn't want to deal with everything at the moment. She was perfectly content right where she was. But rule one in life, is that things don't always go your way.
Something soft and rubbery had bumped in to her backside. It kept prodding her. It was purely relentless. She, though reluctant, she opened her eyes, rubbing them with her for-legs. She scooted to the right, letting a blue, rubber balloon rise slowly from a hole it had carved in the cloud the was serving as her resting place. Attached to said balloon was a string, and attached to that was a letter. She took the folded peace of parchment and opened it, the balloon still tugging from the punched out hole the string was looped through. She read the letter to her self. And she felt her heart wrench. The letter contained the plea of some poor pony, she had not met. Who ever it was, was in a lot of distress. She tried to find a name but sadly, the only words that could have been names, were too smudged by the drip of some liquid, as if the writer had been crying as they wrote.
The winged mare did the only thing she really could do. She let it go, and hoped that some one who who could help, received this letter, then took off. Sleep was still deeply rooted in her bones, but she knew she needed to get going any way. She flew through the sky, what seemed to be her only friend. Scanning the ground for somewhere to eat, she found a small town, a cozy town. She was sure there was somewhere she could eat there. She need only look.
Dash's wings brought her to a fount of fun, and laughter that everypony in Ponyville sought at one time or another. The party pony her self. Pinkie Pie. Rainbow Dash opened the door, a metal bell greeting her only a moment before Pinkie.
"Dashie, Dashie, Dashie!"
Rainbow was already smiling.
"What's up my pony!" Dash said with uprising happiness.
"Oh, nothin'. I'm just super happy to see the awesomest, fastest, and dashest of all the pegasi in the whole, wide world!"
Rainbow Dash chuckled, "Now Pinkie, just because I'm so amazing doesn't mean I'm the fastest of them all." Dash giggled, "But I totally am!"
Pinkie hugged Dash, and Dash's heart fluttered. But why? Was it the embrace of somepony else? To feel like some one genuinely cared? Yes, yes it was. It was the main reason she came to see this pony. Pinkie could, and would make the most self-loathing pony in existence feel like a king. Sometimes Rainbow Dash even wanted to be like Pinkie. To be so filled to the brim with such happiness, that you just couldn't care what other's thought about you.
Pinkie let go of Rainbow Dash, and zipped behind the counter. "Now, I know you aren't leaving with out something to make your tumbly, quit a rumblyin'."
Rainbow smirked at her word-play, as clumsy and nonsensical as it was.
"Step right up," Pinkie closed her eyes, waving a hoof to the glass display case,"We've got it all, and just a teeny, tad bit more, and when I say that it's the truth! Cakes, cupcakes, eclair's, doughnuts, doughnut holes, crumpets, and cream, candy, that's dandy an-"
The bell was struck by the door again. In walked an icy blue mare, apparently in search of some food. This led two separate looks, to the other two ponies faces. On Rainbow Dash: a slack jaw, and pupils shrinking at the same mare who had saved her. On Pinkie's: a soundless gasp, and pupils that shrank even smaller than Dash's.
All the attention in the room rushed to meet Pinkie, as she rushed up, and held the new pony's hoof, shaking it almost violently. Rainbow Dash simply rolled her eyes. Yeas Pinkie, was with out a doubt an affection filled, and great friend, and yes she was with out a doubt, over baring at times. This was one of those times. When ever a new pony made their way into town, Pinkie must become acquainted. And the pony who had saved Dash, was a new pony.
Dash stood aside, letting Pinkie do her song and dance. Watching the other pegasus cower. Watching random bystanders join in, leaving their tables and food unattended. After it was all, thankfully, over Pinkie stood up on her hind legs, breathing heavily through her teeth, a forced smile stretched across the frame of her face.
"Um, uh, thank you, for the, wonderful dance," the frightened pegasus said, forcing an awkward smile to part her lips. Her teeth, showed as white as her hair.
"You Welcome!" Pinkie screeched, then bolting into the back room, clanking of dish's and cranking of knobs to be heard.
Rainbow Dash looked at the mare for the first time, taking note of her cutie mark. A white flame. "Listen, I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier." Was she apologizing? Well that was unexpected. "You, uhm. You're obviously new in town so lemme' get you something to eat. Eh? As a sign of my uh, what ever, ya' want something or not?"
"Sure! I mean, err yeah thanks. Name's-"
Just as she was about to finish her sentence, Pinkie appeared yet again. Scaring the new pony to the ground. In her hooves Pinkie held out a cake with the words 'HAPPY FRIENDSHIP!' written across the top in bold, red icing.
"Hope you like vanilla!" Pinkie said, beaming down on the mare in the floor.
"Of course." she replied, forcing another grin.
Rainbow Dash laughed at the pony's display.
The sun was just setting past the horizon, and the three ponies were gathered arong a small table in the back corner of the dining area. In front of them lay an empty pan, that once contained the most delicious cake this new pony had ever tasted.
"Thanks for the cake. . .," she started, having forgotten the name of the master chef.
"Pinkie Pie," Pinkie Pie, swayed her body back and forth as she spoke, speeding up her speech at random.
Rainbow Dash started to speak, but stopped as the ring of the door bell overcame the noises emitting from her mouth. In stepped the only pony she had ever harbored so much hatred for. The only pony she had ever wanted to kill. The one who spread the rumor that she was what she wasn't to begin with. Blazing Saddle. A maroon colored, earth pony.
He stood as if they should be impressed that he might dare to walk into a building that was not his own establishment. Pinkie cocked her head. Dash's face contorted into a frown. And the third little pony? Well she had no idea what was going on.
"Well if it isn't the looney toon, and the snatch snacker" he said, a-matter-of-factly.
Pinkie only frowned.
"Shut up Blaze." Rainbow said, annoying the sting of the insult slung at her.
"Oh shut up! I don't have to take that from a fillyfooler!"
"You insulted me first!" Dash attempted reason, trying to hold back forming tears.
"'Cause you're bottom of the barrel! Go diddle your filly friend somewhere else!"
The third mare perked up.
"She isn't my fillyfriend, and I'm not a fillyfooler!" Dash yelled, slamming her for-hooves on the table, as the start of tears forming, and a scheduled thunder storm ripped the sky open.
"Fillyfooler," he said.
"Am not!"
"Are to!"
"Shut up!" Dash was crying now.
"Fillyfooler!"
Dash stood up, "stop it!"
"Then leave trash!"
Dash rushed out, sobbing. That one hurtful insult was all it took. The one thing she could not stand to be called more than anything else. To Dash, to be called trash was what rendered her useless.Made her feel incapable of anything. The only insult the hit her lower than 'fillyfooler'.
Pinkie and the other pegasus were still sitting, dumbfounded. Blazing Saddle laughed, as the poor mare ran into the storm. Rain matting her fur to her sky blue colt. People would see her fall tonight. People would know why she fell.