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// Scootadashery 
// Story: Appledashery 
// by Just Essay 
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	Where do I even begin?

Rainbow Dash and I had the greatest Sisterhooves Social ever.  Then again, it was my only Sisterhooves Social ever.  I wasn't so sure how many she had under her belt at the time.  I'd find out later, of course, but that didn't matter much to me that day.  Nothing else but the moment did.  I was just a little orange ball of joy... one that wouldn't possibly get off the ground if it wasn't for her.

We smoked the others at the barrel competition.  I mean, of course we did.  Between my nimbleness and Rainbow Dash's sheer awesome speed, we tackled the shuttle run like it was nothing.  Applejack and Apple Bloom came in at a close second, but that was to be expected.  They did this sort of stuff every year.

I wish I could say we did nearly as good at the Loopty-Hoop Endurance competition.  Something must have distracted Rainbow Dash, because she was got the hoop tangled up with her hooves.  I was too busy giggling at how silly it was to pick up the slack for our team.  Apple Bloom and Applejack took the blue ribbon in our place.  Strangely enough, it was all Apple Bloom's doing.  If I didn't know better, I would have guessed the filly nearly earned her cutie mark from the loopty hoop.

The rest of the events were a big, beautiful blur.  I forgot half of the time that we were actually competing with other ponies.  Through the piggyback race, the eating contest, the blind mare's bluff, and the big tug'o'war, I only knew one thing.  I was getting to hang out with Rainbow Dash.  We didn't need to practice to be as awesome as we were—it was all pure skill.  Like we were both cut from the same cloth or something.  We wiped the floor with the other pony pairs.  And, if in fact we didn't, I barely noticed.  Every other thing Rainbow Dash said threw me into stitches, so that I'm certain I blew a competition or two just from breaking out into laughter.  Did we lose some of them?  We had to have lost one or two—oh, the tug'o'war, most definitely.  But that's okay.  Applejack was on the other team.  I faintly recall Rainbow Dash falling almost immediately into the ditch the moment Apple Bloom's sister tugged on the other end.  At first, I didn't know what to think, but Rainbow Dash simply chuckled it off.  I even heard Fluttershy giggling in the distance.  It was all just so... purely spontaneous and fun.  It's like the whole day lit up as soon as Rainbow dove in.  And she didn't do it just to make a show.  She didn't hang out with any of the other fillies exclusively. She was there because she was my partner.  She was there just for me.

Even today, I believe this whole-heartedly.  And I've tried my best to tell her on several occasions—though I'm sure she plays it off...

But something about that day... that week... that very month in my foalhood gave me so much courage and so much energy to take on the obstacles in my life that I don't think I ever fell below where I was ever again.  Only recently have I discovered what brought Rainbow to that position... what it was that arranged her to be where she was, doing what she was, with me as her extra special wingpony.

I only hope that someday when my husband and I have kids, I'll be able to spread that love... that hope... that most awesome of feelings to the little ones who could also use the wind beneath their wings.  Everypony in this life has what it takes to go far, and they have so much to give each other.  It's absolutely incredible just how perfectly things can work out... especially when the least assuming contributor places her gifts onto the table.

Oh... jeez... I-I'm getting on a roll here.  I promised that I wouldn't do this sort of thing until it was time for another story session.  Ahem.  Of course, the day had to end at some point.  But not before one final event to mark off the end of the Sisterhooves Social.

I speak, of course, of the big race.  Were Rainbow Dash and I ready to show our stuff?

Awwwww yeah...