A/N: Again, this is one that I'm seriously debating about expanding on. I adore the concept and wish that I could draw, so I could make a picture to go with this.
It's a dangerous job, but somepony's got to do it.
That's what Rainbow Dash tells herself each day, as she rises from her bed. It has to be done and who better to do it then her, the fastest mare in Ponyville? In Canterlot? In all of Eastern Equestria?
No one.
That's why the Wonderbolts came to her. Why Celestia came to her. Why ponies came to her, begging her to take flight and go straight into that storm, where the wind rips at her fur and her feathers are yanked from her wings.
It is why every day, she dances with lightning. The white flash blinds her, more so than the rain does, as it beats into her face and tries to slow her down.
It is why she flaps harder, until her wings are trembling and each flap is an effort.
In the distance, she can hear some one call her name, the word muted by the howling of the storm. All the same, Rainbow Dash changes course, tries to find her fellow stormchaser.
All she catches sight of is a branch slamming into Flash Flight, taking her down, down, down to the ground and Rainbow Dash cannot go after her, no matter how much she looks like Fluttershy right then, because if she leaves then the storm will once more head towards Ponyville.
So she bites her lip and hopes that the bright yellow mare will forgive her, once more soaring off towards the center of the tornado.