//------------------------------// // Derping Around. // Story: Motor Boating // by Smiles //------------------------------// Motorboating By Smiles [12:10:03 AM] Shutterguy: Dang it smiles! Rainbow Dash was a thunderbolt across the sky, a living wonder of amazement and entertainment. She gazed on forward with a look of determination, eyes of courage and a daring grin. A band of colors trailed from her tail, zig-zagging sharp turns with each turn in her course. Her heart raced with adrenaline as she shot through a ring of fire, pulling the air behind her that dragged the flames with it, creating a brief but blazing vortex that sent waves of excitement and cheers to her audience. A similar feat to her left sent another uproar of praise. Beside her, a turquoise pegasus with hair of amber followed. It was a race between Rainbow Dash and Lightning Dust, a rematch to see which one of the two was the fastest. And the finish mark was not too far ahead. With a burst of speed to make up for lack of agility, Lightning quickly began catching up to the prismatic tomboy. But Rainbow was not about to let that happen, and flapped her wings harder than ever before. It would be close, but she told herself, no, she was sure of herself that she would make it. It was only a three kilometers ahead, and her rival was only slowly catching up. Two kilometers, and Lightning was now only a couple meters behind Rainbow Dash. The roars and cheers of spectators grew louder than before, but there was one pony in particular that Rainbow only cared for. If only she could turn her head to look at the one pony she wished to be eternal partners together. One kilometer left, three seconds at Mach 1 to end their race. But Lightning and Rainbow were now tied, both flapping their wings with their very souls. Five hundred meters left, Rainbow feels the fatigue overtaking her, but so does Lightning. One second left, time slows down. Would she make it? Would she win? Would she finally prove her skills to the world and capture the love of her life? One hundred meters. Noise Fifty meters. Sensation. One meter. A motor boat. “Rainbow Dash! Where are you, Rainbow Dash!?” Ditzy Doo (sometimes known as Derpy Hooves by her friends) flew through a cloud filled sky, her grayish coat and yellow mane brushing through the air. She called loudly for her friend, a shout here and a shout there, for she was feeling very lonely. Normally, Ditzy Doo wasn’t a lonely pony. After all, Ditzy Doo was loved very much by everypony. Ditzy Doo was always fun and adorable around the town, spreading laughter and joy as she looked one way with her right eye and another way with her left. At home, Ditzy Doo would tend to her daughter, Dinky Doo, with the utmost care and appreciation a mother could offer. At work, Ditzy Doo would give it her all to deliver mail and letters on time, from house to home with taxes or love letters. Ditzy Doo was a symbol of happiness, cheerful and bubbly just like the mark of bubbles on her flank, her cutie mark. But today, everything was different. Dinky Doo was with her friend, Scootaloo, and was having a wonderful playdate together. This left Ditzy Doo no one to giggle and tickle for the day. The Cloudsdale mail service was also facing a terrible catastrophe related to an overflow of love letters from the town of Rainbow Falls directed towards a certain silly grey pony. This left a Ditzy Doo without a job for the day. So Ditzy Doo continued flying clumsily through the air, looking for her friend, Rainbow Dash. “Rainbow Dash!? Rainbow Dash!?” Seconds, minutes, and hours went by with no trace of Rainbow Dash, but Ditzy Doo continued to gaze and search. Just when Ditzy Doo was about to give up however, Ditzy Doo spotted a colorful rainbow sticking out of a cloud. That was Ditzy Doo’s friend Rainbow Dash, Ditzy Doo thought to herself. She was sure of it. So Ditzy Doo flew up and up to greet her friend. And just like Ditzy Doo thought, there she was! Sleeping and hugging the pillowy clouds up to herself, cooing cutely like her wonderful daughter would. “Mnaaawraggle...Mwaaafwaafwaaa...Aiiimha...Nzzzzzz.” Rainbow said asleep, adorably and awesomely, her majestic nose bubble growing and shrinking as she took courageous breaths in and out. She laid on her stomach with both of her legs shifted to the side, butt facing Derpy. “Hiya Rainbow! You wanna play with me?” Ditzy Doo asked, her feminine but low-pitched voice sending jolts of joy down Rainbow’s spine. Even in her sleep, she covered her face and ears to hide herself from the cuteness of Ditzy Doo, letting out a modest “Nn Rrrrrrrrrr, win race” in her vain. But Ditzy Doo would not be fooled! No, she knew Rainbow Dash wanted to play with her, she was just shy. With a huff, and a puff, Ditzy grabbed onto both sides of Rainbow’s behind and said, “wake up, sleepy head!” And then she made a Raspberry Pie. Lyra Heartstrings, cyan female unicorn and self-proclaimed human-expert sat on her haunches on a wooden bench in her backyard. In her hooves was a book titled “All About Humans”, which she picked up from some shady dealer in alley. Lyra hummed to herself as she turned the page, reading the english text from the top left. “Motor Boating, a technique invented by humans to shock or prank someone in the event that the user feels extremely brave or mischievous, as well as increasing affection between the user and the usee. It was performed by-” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Lyra’s gaze shot up towards the sky, startled from the sudden scream. “Huh, I wonder what’s that all about,” she asked aloud as a rainbow suddenly shot out of a cloud, soon followed later by a grey and yellow beam. She rolled her eyes. “Oh, it’s just Derpy again. That mare is going to get herself hurt more than she can handle one day. Now where was I?” “You hypocrite, you’re no better than she is sometimes!”, Bonbon chided to Lyra with a shout, planting flowers in her garden. “Hey, at least I know when something’s going to be dangerous, it’s not like I unwillingly get myself into trouble!” Bonbon rolled her eyes and resumed her gardening of the pair’s house, bending over to tend to the dirt with a shovel. Lyra pouted and pulled out her book again. “Ahem, it was performed by first grabbing at any sensitive part of the body, such as the buttox or the chest, followed subsequently by blowing and spitting via the mouth. This created slippery fri… Huh.” Lyra was caught on by Bonbon’s flank, swaying side to side as she moved from soil patch to soil patch. Lyra looked back towards the book, and then looked back again at Bonbon. A smile grew on her face. “Sometimes I willingly get myself into trouble, though.”