The Race
“Hey get up.”
I was still trying to sleep but I felt hooves trying to shove me out of bed. I opened my eyes and saw Scootaloo pushing me.
“Mom!” I called to her, “How did they get in here?”
“I let them in. Oh and I am so glad you already made some friends.”
“C’mon get up Johnathan,” Scootaloo said as she kept pushing me.
“I’m too tired,” I said as I pulled my blanket over my head.
I heard my mom call up to me again, “Johnathan, come downstairs and get you breakfast.”
“What is it?” I asked her.
“Pancakes,” she replied.
“Are they chocolate chip pancakes?”
“Yes.”
“Awesome!”
I leaped out of bed and flew past Apple Bloom and Sweetie Bell who were by the door. They came down the stairs as I was already eating.
“Wow,” Scootaloo remarked, “You can already fly.”
“Yeah,” I said after swallowing down my third pancake, “Can’t you?”
“Well no not yet… but one day I’m gonna be the best flyer just like Rainbow Dash.”
Sweetie Belle began to speak, “Don’t forget you said you wanted to meet Rainbow Dash today.”
“I said maybe tomorrow.”
“Well it’s tomorrow today,” said Scootaloo, “And you NEED to meet Rainbow Dash.”
“I will if you tell me how you found my house.”
“Mah sister told me that this was where the new family moved in,” said Apple Bloom.
“Ok, now I’ll go meet Rainbow Dash,” I said after finishing all of my pancakes.
The whole walk to Rainbow Dash we had to listen to Scootaloo go on and on about how awesome Rainbow Dash is and what amazing things she did. We were finally saved when we arrived at Rainbow Dash’s cloud house.
“Hey Rainbow Dash,” Scootaloo called up to her, “There’s somepony who wants to meet you.”
I saw a cyan Pegasus with a rainbow mane come out of the house. She flew down at an incredible speed with a rainbow streak following her.
“So where’s the pony that wants to meet the amazing Rainbow Dash?” she asked.
She looked over at me.
“So you’re the pony who wants to meet me,” she began again, “Hey aren’t you the new kid in town?”
“Yes I am new in town,” I replied, “I hear you’re the fastest flyer in Ponyville.”
“I’m not just the fastest flyer in Ponyville. I’m the fastest flyer in the whole world.”
“Well somepony is self absorbed.”
“What?! Me self absorbed. No way. I’m the least self absorbed pony ever.”
“Whatever.”
This pony was interesting to say the least. And when something interests me I just have to test it.
“You wanna race Rainbow Dash?” I asked her.
“Sure, I’ve got a few seconds to spare,” she replied in an overconfident tone.
“Oh but can I pick the track we race on?”
“Sure, I can win on any track we race on.”
We walked over to a track I spotted on the way over to Rainbow Dash. It was a rather long track with very tight turns at each end. It was the perfect track for me. I had to get things set up perfectly for me to win.
“Hey Rainbow Dash,” I began to talk as we approached the track, “We should use the same rules the Wonder Bolts use for their races.”
“Ok, this should be good practice to race with the rules.”
“Do you need me to explain them to you?” I asked to set up the mood for the race.
“You. Explain them to me. I should be explaining them to you.”
I could tell it was working. She was getting all riled up which is the attitude that would cause her to lose. We both got on the track when I began to speak.
“Oh and Rainbow Dash,”
“Yeah,” she said.
“I want you to race me like you’re racing the Wonder Bolts, ok”
“Ok if you really want me to beat you that badly.”
“I’ll beat you in ten seconds flat,” I said mimicking her voice.
“Hey!” she said.
“I was just finishing my analysis,” I told her, “Scootaloo start the countdown. Probability of success, ninety-two point seven percent.”
“On your mark. Get set. Go!”
We were both off. I had no chance of keeping up with Rainbow Dash but I still went full speed. She was coming up to the first turn at top speed. She tried to make the sharp turn but I knew what she was capable of. She went flying off the track and crashed into and apple tree. I slowed down so I could watch as apples fell one by one off the tree on to her head. As I approached her she was dazed but she snapped out of it.
“And as per the rules, you Rainbow Dash, are disqualified,” I said to the angry pony.
She flew up to me and said angrily, “You cheated. If you didn’t I would have won that race.”
“How could I have cheated if you agreed to all of the conditions?” I asked her.
“Well I want a rematch,” she demanded.
“No.”
“What do you mean no!”
“I mean I don’t want to have a rematch.”
“That’s because you know you’ll lose to me if you race again.”
“You are correct, but I beat you so now I’m twenty percent cooler.”
“Stop copying me! It’s annoying.”
“But mimicry is the sincerest form of flattery.”
“Really,” she said a bit surprised.
“Or…maybe I’m just trying to annoy you.”
“Hey!”
“I said maybe. Then again… I said maybe I would come and see you today. Well it was fun to race you.”
“Yeah, fun,” she said in a disgruntled tone.