//------------------------------// // Rainbow Dash's Weather Control Services // Story: Ponyville Public Access // by Justice3442 //------------------------------// The screen flickers again and Spike watches as it shifts to a simple scene of Rainbow Dash sitting in an open field under the clear Ponyville skies. Rainbow Dash smiles wide as she addresses the camera in front of her. “Hello Ponyville!” Rainbow Dash zips off and returns with a dark cloud. “Are you tired of getting your parades rained on?” she asks as she jumps on the cloud causing rain to come out of it. “Sick of wind ruining your picnics?” Rainbow Dash flaps her wings and the cloud rapidly flies off screen. “Exhausted with hail hitting your… uh… something…? If so, they come find Rainbow Dash…” “Rainbow…!” a feminine voice calls out in the distance. “… and for a small fee, I’ll make sure the skies are nice and clear for your foal’s cutecinceanera, your wedding, or any number of special events!” “Rainbow…!” the voice calls out louder. Rainbow grins wickedly. “Or maybe there’s an event you don’t want to go smoothly… Maybe a rival’s grand opening that could possibly be due for a snowstorm if the price is right? Or an obnoxious neighbor whose home could do with a little freak tornado accident?” Rainbow Dash flaps her wings hard a couple times as she continues to smile evilly. “RAINBOW DASH!” Rainbow Dash furrows her brow and looks off to the side. “Do you mind, Twilight?!” Rainbow Dash motions to the camera. “I’m in the middle of making a commercial here!” Twilight angrily trots into view. “What’s this I hear about you sabotaging the weather?!” Rainbow Dash stands on her hind legs and motions to herself with her forehooves. “Sabotage?! Me? I’m not sabotaging anything! I’m just running a booming weather control service!” Rainbow turns to the camera and winks. “And no one booms like Rainbow Dash!” Rainbow frowned suddenly and turned to Twilight. “Do you think that works as a catchphrase, or should I add ‘sonic’ in front of booms?” “… Rainbow…” Twilight growls out angrily. “… Or I can even say ‘sonic rainbooms!’” Rainbow Dash says as she waved a forehoof in an arc above her. “RAINBOW!” Twilight says harshly. “Your job is to make the weather specifically as scheduled by the Mayor’s office! You can’t just fly around and randomly decide what the weather will be like from day to day!” “What?!” Rainbow cries. “I’m not doing that at all! My clients are paying me to get the weather they need!” “You’re… you’re selling out the weather conditions to the highest bidder?!” Twilight exclaims. Rainbow Dash grins. “Also trying to tell the residents of Ponyville that if they want the weather what they expect it to be, they better come see me with a little… heh… incentive to make sure weather stays on schedule.” Twilight stares at Rainbow in disbelief. “You’re also extorting the people of Ponyville?!” “I prefer to think of it as marketing my skills as one of Equestria’s best weather ponies for a small fee… A fee that’s usually higher than what I get as a local weather pony. And hey! Why stop at Ponyville? I mean… I can get around pretty fast! Maybe there’s other cities that need my… heh… services.” “…That’s appalling!” Twilight exclaims. “Hey!” Rainbow replies. “If you got it, flaunt it!” “THAT’S NOT EVEN REMOTELY CLOSE TO HOW THAT PHRASE IS SUPPOSED TO WORK!” Twilight snaps angrily. “What’s more, this is immoral and probably illegal.” “Oh, don’t be such a stick in the mud, Twi!” “You know what?” Twilight motions to herself. “I’m a princess and I’ve decided your actions are illegal! I demand you don’t participate in any—” Rainbow Dash stuck out her tongue. “You have to catch me, first!” With that, the rainbow maned mare zooms up high into the clear skies around Ponyville. “I…GET BACK HERE!” Twilight shouts upwards. “I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!” Suddenly, a shadow is cast from high overhead. It drifts over the ground towards Twilight and leaves her in the shade. Twilight eyes go wide just as a torrential downpour of rain drenches her mane, coat, and wings. Twilight sighs and trudges off. “I’ll go get some bits…” The ground suddenly brightens before Rainbow Dash zips back into view. “Another satisfied customer!” “BUCK YOU!” Twilight shouts back from off screen. Rainbow Dash looks back at the camera. “Just contact me, the one and only Rainbow Dash for all your weather needs!” Rainbow’s devilish smile returned. “If you don’t, who knows what the weather will actually be?” Spike blinks a few times as Rainbow Dash bounces a few more catch phrases off the camera. “Huh… So that’s why Twilight came back drenched that day and grabbed a huge hoofful of bits… and also a book on turning inanimate objects into living beings that feed on the flesh of the living…” Spike strokes his chin with a claw. “I wonder how that worked out?” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Spike shoots up to his feet as he hears a scream from outside. He races out the door, and peers up into the sky. “GET THEM OFF OF ME! GET THEM OFF OF ME!” Spike watches as Rainbow Dash darts back and forth across the sky, apparently being swarmed by coins. One falls from her body and hits the ground with a small ‘tink’. Spike walks up to inspect it. He lowers his face and peers at it. “Looks like a normal coin to me…” he says. He reaches out with a claw. ‘Chomp!’ The tiny coin suddenly jumps at the claw and clamps a set of teeth around it. Spike recoils slightly, then slowly raises his claw in front of his face. As sharp as the tiny teeth on the small coin look, they aren’t doing much against his claw. Spike reaches out with his free claws and pinches the coin, pulling it off of the claw it was latched onto. The coin shifts and gnashed its teeth in Spike’s grip, but is unable to free itself Spike shrugs, pops the coin into his mouth, and crunches down on the coin. “Hmmmm... It’s magically delicious!” he says. His eyes widened and his mouth breaks into a smile as he continues to chew. “Hey! Maybe I should try making my own coin cereal with Twilight… and I know just where to advertise it, too!” “FOR THE LOVE OF CELESTIA!” Rainbow Dash shouts from above. “WHY ISN’T ANYPONY HELPING ME?!”