Mother Dash[Short](FiM)


                                            A small drabble of what I think Rainbow Dash would be like as a mother. Also my first go at Pony and not Equestria Girls.


                                            >Racing through the air.

                                            >The feel of the wind beating at your face at supersonic speeds.

                                            >Everything around you a blur.

                                            >A feeling you are all too familiar with.

                                            >And welcome.

                                            >For you are Rainbow Dash.

                                            >Captain of the Wonderbolts.

                                            >An elite group that really doesn't need an introduction.

                                            >Which is good because you don't really have time to explain.

                                            >You are in a hurry.

                                            >And you are rushing through the sky with all of your strength.

                                            >Are you rushing to aid in a catastrophe?

                                            >Is Equestria's fate on the line?

                                            >Nope.

                                            >Equestria has been in a state of peace and prosperity for many years.

                                            >No.

                                            >You are rushing against time because you are late.

                                            >Your foal was due off school 10 minutes ago.

                                            >And you were stuck at the Wonderbolts training facility.

                                            >Some cadets found it humorous to pull a prank on some of the new recruits.

                                            >And while you can appreciate a good prank.

                                            >Anything that would interfere with your time with your child, then there would be Tartarus to pay.

                                            >And pay they will. Dearly.

                                            >Another day.

                                            >Now, you must make up for the lost time.

                                            >Which isn't to say you're a lousy mother.

                                            >Far from it!

                                            >You think you're an awesome mother!

                                            >But with your duties to the Wonderbolts and the Academy and the counsel of Friendship with Princess Twilight Sparkle.

                                            >You cherished your time with your little one greatly since you couldn't spend every day with him.

                                            >Today you were going to take your little colt to his after school club activities.

                                            >Ponyville was just in sight and approaching fast.

                                            >You decided to settle in Ponyville for the simple fact that while you and your foal were both Pegasus Ponies, the father was not.

                                            >So relocating to Ponyville was an easy way for all parties involved.

                                            >You didn't mind one bit.

                                            >You had many friends still living in the area.

                                            >And you've grown to love the place ever since you were assigned here all those years ago when you worked for the Weather Patrol.

                                            >You begin to slow down and make you decent to the small wooden schoolhouse.

                                            >You can see several foals with their parents still lounging around the school.

                                            >And you see him.

                                            >Your little Wondercolt, as you like to call him.

                                            >A small green colt with a black mane.

                                            >Despite him being a Pony, he looks a lot like his father.

                                            >Who was not.

                                            >Long story.

                                            >For another time.

                                            >At least he had your eyes!

                                            >You see him sitting out in front of the schoolhouse.

                                            >Next to the teacher, Ms. Cheerilee.

                                            >From your distance you can see him looking sad.

                                            >Did something happen?

                                            >You instantly speed back up and you almost crash land right in front of the schoolhouse.

                                            >Your semi harsh landing sent out a small shockwave on the ground, startling anypony who was around you.

                                            >You didn't care.

                                            >Your child looked sad.

                                            >And you were going to find out why.

                                            >Once everypony else realized what had just happened, they all saw that it was you.

                                            >Instantly, many of the onlookers went from frightened and angered to excited.

                                            >Here was the one and only Rainbow Dash.

                                            >Heroine to Equestria.

                                            >Wonderbolt Captain.

                                            >All the good stuff.

                                            >Many of the Ponies try to crowd you and ask for your autograph.

                                            “Thanks, everypony, but I'm here for my foal.”

                                            >You say unceremoniously plain as you begin to maneuver your way through the crowd of admirers.

                                            >Finally you make it to your colt and Ms. Cheerilee.

                                            “I'm so sorry I'm late!”

                                            >You apologize profusely to the aging teacher and bow your head.

                                            >The magenta Pony simply waves her hoof.

                                            >”I understand things can be a bit hectic trying to train the Wonderbolts.”

                                            >She says all to easily like it's no big deal.

                                            >You finally look up at over to your foal and sure enough. He looks a bit sad.

                                            “Did anything happen to him?”

                                            >You ask.

                                            >Cheerilee shakes her head.

                                            >”Just some other foals were trying to get under his skin.”

                                            >She then looks down to the young colt.

                                            >”But he handled it very well.”

                                            >She has a look of pride on the youngin.

                                            >”You've been raising him well.”

                                            >You stand tall and stick your chest out in pride.

                                            >Of course you're raising him well.

                                            >After all, you're awesome!

                                            >Your colt finally gets up from his spot and slowly trots over to where you are.

                                            >You take your hoof and muffle his mane.

                                            “Heya Squirt!”

                                            >”Hi mom.”

                                            >He lowly says.

                                            >You take a double take at him.

                                            >He's usually not this down.

                                            >You're gonna need to talk to him.

                                            “Well, thanks for watching him Cheerilee! We've got to get going!”

                                            >You wave your hoof out to Cheerilee.

                                            >You and your colt then try to pass through the group of ponies that have now gathered because of your presence.

                                            “Sorry everypony, we're in a hurry!”

                                            >You both finally break free of the now disappointed crowd and both begin to stretch your wings and fly off.

                                            >Going in the air at a reasonable pace.

                                            >Your little foal has been silent the whole time.

                                            “So, how was school?”

                                            >You start your not-interrogation into what happened at school.

                                            >He just still sulks for a moment.

                                            >Then he looks over to you.

                                            >”I don't think I want to go to O&O club anymore.”

                                            >That was out of left field.

                                            >The little one LOVES that dumb game.

                                            >Maybe not that dumb.

                                            >You've dabbled in a game or two in your life.

                                            >Magically enhanced by Discord was the only reason it was even fun.

                                            >But it certainly wouldn't be your first choice of activity.

                                            >Or second.

                                            >Or third.

                                            >You try to see what made the sudden change of heart.

                                            “Well, if you don't want to play it anymore I won't stop you, but why?”

                                            >You ask.

                                            >He looks over to you with that look you hate.

                                            >That weaponized look of sadness that could make any parent bend to their foal's will.

                                            >He then looks away from you.

                                            >”I don't want to talk about it.”

                                            >You then speed up to get in front of him to halt him in his tracks.

                                            “Now you hold it right there mister.”

                                            >You say in a rare stern voice to him.

                                            “I'm fine with you wanting to quit O&O club, but first you need to tell me why and does it have to do with what happened in school?”

                                            >He looks up to you again with that same look.

                                            >But you were prepared for it this time and didn't budge.

                                            >Now real tears start to form in his eyes.

                                            >Uh oh, did you do something wrong?

                                            >”Are you proud of me?”

                                            >He finally blurts out.

                                            >What kind of question is that?

                                            “What? Why would you even ask such a thing?”

                                            >He wipes his eyes dry of the tears that are now starting to fall.

                                            >”A lot of the other foals were teasing me at school.”

                                            >He continues

                                            >”Telling me about how I could be the son of the famous Rainbow Dash but didn't have any interest in competitive flying, and would rather play that lame Ogres & Oubliettes game instead.”

                                            >He bows his head in shame.

                                            >”Telling me how disappointed you must be in me for not wanting to be a Wonderbolt like you.”

                                            >He starts to cry.

                                            >You begin to swell with rage.

                                            >The nerve of foals these days.

                                            >Then your heart sinks.

                                            >You admit, you weren't too thrilled he didn't want to follow in your hoofsteps.

                                            >Not even showing an interest in Buckball either.

                                            >He loves his puzzles and board games.

                                            >Then his father had pointed something out that you never realized.

                                            >The poor kid would have so much pressure placed upon him because of who you are.

                                            >Sure, he's your colt, so you know he would be up to it.

                                            >Then again, would he?

                                            >You thought about it long and hard.

                                            >And perhaps they were right, it would have been too much, especially if his heart wasn't in it.

                                            >But back at the problem at hand.

                                            “Why would you EVER believe what those stupid foals think and not me?”

                                            >You exclaim.

                                            “I'm your mother!”

                                            >The poor kid still isn't convinced.

                                            >You sigh and collect your thoughts.

                                            “Look at me.”

                                            >You instruct your child.

                                            >He does so with still teary eyes.

                                            “No matter what you want to do in your life, your father and I will ALWAYS be by your side!”

                                            >You inch closer.

                                            “And as long as you are happy, and give it your all, and then another 20 percent on top of that, then I will always be proud of you!”

                                            >You're right next to him.

                                            “No matter what.”

                                            >He looks down.

                                            >He begins to shake.

                                            >Finally he lunges and hold you for a big hug.

                                            >Sobbing into your Wonderbolts Jacket.

                                            >You match his embrace.

                                            >And hold him tight.

                                            >Never wanting to let him go.

                                            >”Thank you.”

                                            >He whispers.

                                            >You then nuzzle his mane.

                                            “Anytime Squirt.”

                                            >You finally break free from the mother son moment.

                                            “And besides, If neither your dad nor I are there, you better believe Gramps Hothoof and Granny Whistles will be there to cheer extra hard.”

                                            >He giggles at your too true comment.

                                            >His tears are now gone and a new look of determination on his face.

                                            “Now then, how about we get you to your club session so you can show the others how awesome you can be!”

                                            >He nods his head with confidence.

                                            “That's the spirit!”

                                            >You lead the charge forward.

                                            >And your colt follows soon behind

                                            >With a new sense of pride.

                                            >You are an awesome mother.