Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo exited the library, "Okay Scoots, we're going to see how much work we need to do to get you in the air. So we need to go to a wide open area."
"Where?"
"Oh I have a place in mind," Dash stated giving Scootaloo a confident smirk, "Hop on."
After Scootaloo was firmly positioned on Rainbow Dash's back, Dash took position. Flaring her wings and giving them a strong flap they were airborne, heading for their destination.
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"Rainbow Dash, showing me up! Who doesh she shink she ish? Anosher!"
"I think you've had too many."
"I shaid Anosher!"
"If you don't calm down you will have to leave."
" Ya know what, shrew everyponiesh! I'm goinng to show Rainbow, uh, FACE! shat she ain's betta shan Me!"
"I don't think you're fit to go anywhere on your own."
"Shrew you."
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"Okay Scoots," Rainbow said letting Scootaloo off of her back, "I know you have plenty of power in those wings of yours. So we'll see if we can get you off the ground. Have you been keeping up with your preening."
Scootaloo blushed and offered a fast, "Yes!"
"Okay, let's see."
"What?"
She wants to see me preen, what's next? Making sure I can brush my mane properly? Scootaloo began to squirm under the scrutiny of the elder pegasus.
Rainbow dash quickly realized that she was making Scootaloo uncomfortable and decided to change the subject, "Your wings look fine, how about we get started with some stretches.
"Okay." Affirmed the filly.
"Pull your wings up and forward and reach for your ears, good, 1, 2, ..."
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Spitfire stumbled through Cloudsdale half flying half, well, stumbling in the general direction of Ponyville. It was causing quite a scene. Many ponies gave her odd looks, the cameras flashed from the tabloid reporters. By the time she made it to the edge of the floating city she had gathered quite the crowd, as news traveled fast in a place populated solely by the most mobile of the three pony tribes.
As she strode of the side of the cloud she fell, tumbling like a rag doll of the side. All the ponies rushed to the edge of the cloud in worry. They saw a struggling to fly Spitfire flying, in nothing resembling a straight line, towards Ponyville.
During this commotion Fleetfoot, a fellow Wonderbolt, had heard the gossip and came to investigate. True to the gossip, an oddity, Spitfire was indeed drunk, yet an even bigger oddity. She couldn't let Spitfire fly in her condition, and as such tried to intervene.
"Spitfire! What's gotten into you?" she shouted as she flew up next to the the wobbly Wonderbolt.
"Shrew hers!"
"Spitfire, You're drunk you need to head back home, you can't fly like this?"
"Shrew her, amma gonsh kick her shlank sha-ard..." She degraded into mumbles.
"Who?" Fleetfoot asked, uncertainty visible behind her eyes.
"Raybow Shass!"
"This isn't like you, let me help you get home so you can sober up." Fleetfoot said flying close to Spitfire hooves outstretched.
"No! Go away!" Spitfire shouted striking out at her colleague.
Fleetfoot barely managed to avoid the incoming hoof. Deciding to back off and follow from a distance.
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"Come on Scootaloo! flap harder, try to catch more air on the down stroke, you can do it!"
Scootaloo with a look of determination on her face, and sweat matting her fur and feathers. Her wings buzzed with all the power her muscles could create. After a few more seconds her wings stilled and her head drooped as the fatigue caught up with her. "I can't do it," Scootaloo muttered in between gasps.
"I think it's time for a break," Stated Rainbow Dash as she moved over and sat next to Scootaloo's panting form.
Dash leaned up against Scootaloo, ruffling up her mane as she did so. "Don't worry squirt, I'll get you flying, I promise."
"But you heard what the doctors said, I won't never fly," Scootaloo muttered, while staring at the ground.
"Maybe I've been around Twilight too much, because she's told me plenty of times about double negatives," Dash put her hoof under Scootaloo's chin and lifted her face to look her in the eyes, "And that a double negative is a positive, 'won't never fly' Means, you're going to fly. I'm going to make sure of it."
"Promise?"
"Promise. Hey how about we get some ice cream and go home."
The mention of frozen delights managed to help hinder her sour mood, "Yes!"
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Spitfire now half way to Ponyville somehow had managed to stay airborne.
Fleetfoot was left wondering why, trying to decipher the slurred language that came out of Spitfire's mouth. It sounded like she said she wanted to beat up Rainbow Dash, but why? Last I heard they were on good terms. Though who else would she be going to Ponyville for? She kept thinking in circles still ending on why she would be after Rainbow Dash. She would have tried asking, but for how well that turned out last time, she doubted she would get a comprehensible answer.
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Rainbow Dash walked through her front door with a very tired, verging on sleep, young pegasus draped across her back. She walked her adopted daughter into her room and set her down into bed, tucking her in. Scootaloo fell a sleep as soon as she touched down on her cloud bed.
Scootaloo's face was sticky from eating ice cream, a content smile on her face. Even if she couldn't fly, she knew all was right in the world.