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.