"And her wings didn't just melt—they friggin' caught on fire! Like a box of matches atop of a stove! Fwooomb!" Rainbow Dash gestured dramatically with her forelimbs. "And Rarity was all 'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaie!' And Twilight and the rest of my gal pals were all 'Oh noes! Rarity!' And the friggin' Wonderbolts were all 'We'll save you!' and fwoooooooooooooooooosh! they dove down to save Rarity, but the dang fashionista was panicking so much that she smacked the flying stuntponies senseless!"
With a devilish grin, Rainbow Dash flapped her wings and hovered beneath the low ceiling of the hut.
"And that's when I saw her totally about to get squashed against the rocks of the Equestrian ground below! It was my moment to sign—but I didn't friggin' care. Rarity was about to have her silly soft flank hoofed to her by Mother Gravity! 'Hold on, Rarity! I'm comin'! And 'Neyeeeeeeeeurgh! I sailed after her like the sky hacked out a rainbow loogey! And sure enough, just like it happened once during my days as a filly, I made history happen... again! Kapowwww! Whammo! Kersplodey! Yeah! Take that, sky! I pulled a Sonic Rainboom all over the place like snow on Hearth's Warming Eve! The sad thing is that most ponies in Cloudsdale were too blinded by the flashpoint to see the total mother-lovin' awesomeness that happened next!"
Rainbow held her breath and dove wildly across the the room, skimming the floor's surface and pulling back up to strike a heroic pose.
"Wooooosh! Just like that, I scooped up both Rarity and the Wonderbolts and veyuuuuurrrrrrrr—rocketed them back to the stadium of the Best Young Fliers Competition! I saved my friend! Saved the Wonderbolts! Saved the day! Made modern day recorded flight history...!"
Rainbow Dash reclined in midair, smiling as she "rested" the back of her neck against her cross-hooves.
"...and all before breakfast."
Zecora grinned wide and clapped the floor with her hooves, almost knocking over her wooden mug of herbal tea. "Such an amazing and inspiring tale, Rainbow Dash! Who knew that so much good could come from something so brash?"
"Heheh... yeah, well..." Rainbow Dash gulped and rubbed the back of her head. "It wasn't until later that Twilight Sparkle told me that the odds of performing a sonic rainboom aimed towards sea level has an estimated survivability rate of two point five percent. Butttttt numbers don't mean much when you're too busy flying to think."
"It seems your heroism is awarded on a regular basis. Otherwise you would be in comatose stasis."
"Heh... Yeah, well..." Rainbow Dash touched down and shrugged. She "bonked" her skull a few times, lightly. "Lucky bird-brained me, I guess."
Zecora smiled. "Your friends must be very proud to have a companion so brave. I suspect it's more than just their lives that you save."
"Huh?"
"You give their lives constant excitement." Zecora chuckled and continued, "Truly this contributes to your friends' contentment."
"I always used to figure that my friends like being around me because it helped them look cooler." Rainbow smirked, but also rolled her eyes. "Now, I guess I think a bit different."
"How so, Rainbow?"
"I... uh..." Rainbow fidgeted, fighting a blushing experience. "Let's just say that... I-I no longer feel like I'm the coolest pony in the room." She gulped. "When I'm around my friends, at least."
"That hardly sounds like grounds for remorse," Zecora said. "But rather true admiration running its course."
"Eh heh heh heh..." Rainbow Dash chuckled, her whole body shaking. "Heh heh heh heh hehhhhhh..." She sighed long and hard through a winded smile. "You have no idea..."