Nopony understood the sacrifices Rainbow Dash had always made to be the fastest. It came as no surprise that this time, her most extreme sacrifice yet, that they would not understand. Not understand the desire and anticipation that fueled her choice to replace her feathers, flesh, blood, and bone with gleaming blue steel and fluid. They didn’t understand so they looked at her with horror when she first appeared with her mane and tail trimmed short and gleaming blue rotors mounted in the center of her back in place of her wings.
 
Nopony understood the thrill that came the first time the gleaming blue rotors spun and roared in her ears. Nopony understood the invigoration of the cold wind that rained down from behind and embraced her that first time. Nopony understood the raw pleasure that came to her the first time those rotors hurled the ground far away from her faster than anypony had ever flown.
 
She wanted somepony to understand; to know the rush of gratification that came when she cried out in pure delight and her voice was lost to the loud drone of her gleaming blue rotors. She needed somepony to understand. To share this surge of adrenaline; this high of delight that overtook her every second she shot through the air. A pony had to taste it to know it and once a pony tasted it they liked it. Wanted it. Needed it.
 
Scootaloo would understand. Scootaloo thought she didn’t want gleaming orange rotors, but she was wrong. Scootaloo thought her wings were good enough, but she was wrong. Like everypony else she didn’t understand. She hadn’t tasted it yet.
 
_{She would make Scootaloo understand. Scootaloo wouldn’t like it at first but she would once she tasted it. Would want it. Need it.}