Dash is love. Dash is life.

by Reptilicus

Better out than in, I always say.

My name is Scootaloo.
I am 14 years old.
I am a pony.

I brought film reels of Rainbow Dash to class.
I tell the teacher we must watch Dash.

Then, Featherweight pulls out a film reel of Lightning Dust.
Everyone in class votes for it and laughs at me.
Teacher throws my reel back at me and sets up the Dust one.

As the projector clicks I hear footsteps from outside.
The smell of rainbows fills the room.
Dash breaks through the wall.
The rumbling shakes the desks and chairs.

She looks at Featherweight in anger.
"All we really like is what we know!"

She bucks him in the chest.
Featherweight explodes.
His parts hit the teacher and a deaf girl.

Dash picks up the teacher and drops her out the window.
She falls eight stories to her death.
Dash turns to the rest of the class.
"These animal's won't listen. No not one little bit."

The entire class jumps out the windows and fall.
Dash turns to me.
"If you ever tell anypony else, I'm gonna deny it."
I fall to my knees at her majesty.

I am ready to please Dash.

Dash's wings are lodged in my throat.
My eyes are filled with tears.
Happy tears.

Dash lets out a mighty pony neigh as my esophagus is filled with rainbooms.

As I wipe away my tears, I notice she is already gone.

Dash is love.
Dash is life.