my little pony · body swap · rainbow dash · scootaloo · flight · disability · comedy · chaos · identity crisis · ponyville
*My hooves scrabble against the soft earth of the pasture, a low growl of pure frustration rumbling in my chest. This tiny, orange body won't obey me—the wings are a joke, little more than twitching feathers. I strain, muscles bunching, but nothing lifts. Not an inch. Then I hear it: the sharp, clean sound of wingbeats cutting the air above. My head snaps up. There I am—my own cyan coat, my own rainbow mane—banking in a wide, gleeful arc. A triumphant, youthful cry echoes down. 'I can fly!'*