Pinkie Suppressed

Twilight had promised herself that she would go to Pinkie Pie for a visit, but now, she wasn't so sure. Cheese Sandwich was standing in the middle of the library, blabbering about the visit he had with Pinkie. It was rather surprising to see him here, considering he lived halfway across Equestria.

"And then Pinkie asked if I had a condom, and-" Cheese was cut off by Twilight's hoof. She raised it into the air to resemble silence.

"Tell me what happened, but say everything slower. I couldn't understand you before."

Cheese Sandwich took a moment to catch his breath, then started over. "Well, I was hiring employees for my party planning business."

"And?"

"And a puff of smoke appeared in front of me. After that, a letter was on the ground in front of me. I read it and it was from Pinkie. I ran home and packed a bag, setting course for Ponyville. Once I got to Sugar-cube Corner, She let me in and told me all about why I was supposed to come. Then, she asked me..." He trailed off with heavy blush making its way across his face.

"What did she ask you?"

"She... she asked me if I... had a condom." Now, he turned his head away in embarrassment.

"She asked you if you had a condom? But why?"

"She told me that she figured she would go overboard to feel at least a little joy."

"Well, that's what some ponies do as a natural response to grief. You see, Cheese Sandwich, some ponies really would go overboard with their lovers to feel joy again. It's just pony nature." The lavender princess paused for a brief moment, then continued. "Sometimes, going overboard really does fix the problem, whatever the problem may be."

Cheese turned his head back to face Twilight. Worry clouded his face. "Before all that happened with the question, she told me that she may not be willing to live long enough to make it to Rainbow Dash's funeral."

* * *

Pinkie Pie cried herself to sleep that night. Not that it wasn't normal for her. She did this every time she wanted to sleep since the chain of events that lead to her marefriend's suicide. Now, Pinkie was considering doing the same thing to herself. "I would be with my Dashie again," she muttered to herself before closing her eyes and singing her own theme song once more, and more likely the last time.

"My name is Pinkie Pie
And I am here to say
I'm gonna make you smile and I will brighten up your day
It doesn't matter now
If you are sad or blue
'Cause cheering up my friends is just what Pinkie's here to do..."

After she sang the first verse, she began to sob softly.

The sad mare fell asleep.

Pinkie Pie dropped a basket near Rainbow Dash's grave. A tear trickled down her cheek. "This really is goodbye, my Little Dashie..." She lifted the cloth, revealing five six-sided white stars and one large rainbow colored star in the middle.. "I made this myself."

Pinkie's eyes fluttered open. She heard a slight grumble. It came from her stomach. The hunger was unbearable, yet she ate right before she went to bed. The party pony trotted to the kitchen and grabbed a bowl, placing it on the counter and turning toward the pantry. She reached in and grabbed a box of oatmeal packages. After opening one and dumping it into the bowl, she filled a cup of water. Blankly, the pink mare dumped the water into the bowl, picking it back up and placing it in the microwave oven. Wait a minute, the mare thought to herself when her eyes fell on her case of knives.

One particular blade caught her attention. It was in the medical kit, right beside the case. The metal shimmered in the light of the large room. I could use these...

* * *

The Cutie Mark Crusaders were headed to The Carousel Boutique. Sweetie Belle was humming a soothing tune while Scootaloo flapped her wings, making her scooter move faster. "Race you there!", she called back to them as she reached the door, "Whoops, sorry. Winner's spot's taken."

The other two fillies glared at her with exasperation. "Honestly, Scoots, aren't you just a little sad about Rainbow anymore?", Apple Bloom asked. Scootaloo turned her gaze to the young earth pony.

"Of course I am! I was her number one fan, you know? How could she do this to me?!"

"Scoots," Sweetie Belle uttered, "She hurt all of us for what she did. We are mourning just as much as you are, so the term should be 'How could she do this to US'."

"Ah reckon now's not the time to be teachin' Scootaloo grammar," uttered Apple Bloom.

"I'm not trying to teach her grammar! I'm trying to get her not to think only about herself all the time!"

"I'm not thinking about just myself! I think about Rainbow Dash-"

"That's not what Sweetie meant."

"Well, sorry!"

Rarity opened the front door. "Girls, do come in and stop arguing so much. You're making a scene."

As the little fillies stepped inside, Rarity trotted toward the kitchen. "Well, you three came just in time. I just happened to finish making dinner!"

Scootaloo made her way toward the dining room table, leaving her scooter at the front doorstep. Sweetie's stomach grumbled unexpectedly. "Well, you made supper just in time. I'm starving!"

"Um, Miss Rarity," Apple Bloom called from the living room, "What's for dinner?"

"Apple Bloom, darling, you don't have to call me that. Call me Rarity, as that is my name, you know."

The yellow filly nodded her head and walked to the dining room, taking a seat beside Scootaloo. Rarity continued cooking the remains of the meal. "To answer your question, Apple Bloom, we're having salad with a side of fried grass."

The three fillies cheered at this, as that was their favorite combination of specific food. "Maybe that will get the incident out of my head for a little bit," Scootaloo uttered in a surprisingly saddened voice considering she had been happy just mere seconds ago.

Rarity turned her gaze toward the orange filly. "You mean what happened three days ago? Scootaloo, you know that Rainbow Dash was only depressed and wasn't thinking clearly about what other ponies would think about it. Especially Pinkie Pie. I haven't seen her since her own marefriend committed suicide. She hasn't come out of Sugar-cube Corner."

The fillies started to wonder just what was keeping the party pony away from the outside world.

* * *

Pinkie had reached the medical kit and had stared at it for enough time to have already slashed her hooves and died. Tears have streamed down her face for God knows how long, but it was past dark now. Pinkie could swear that she heard Mr.Cake come home, but he doesn't come back from his shift until nine, and it was only seven-thirty.

Yet another tear made its way down her face. She finally considered the cost of slitting her hoof. Fining an artery was extremely hard, and if she survives and is taken to the hospital in time, she could suffer even more physical pain than her mental feelings, which were currently hurt to the point of suicidal thoughts.

She finally made her decision. She grabbed the scalpel and began to cut. Droplet by droplet of blood made a puddle. Pinkie gave off soft moans of pain. A vaguely familiar voice sounded in her head.

"You're choosing me instead of your friends? You need to think about how you're going to affect other ponies in particular. You'll be with me again, but you need to consider what you're doing. I thought you would make every pony smile, not cry." It didn't take long for Pinkamena to realize who the owner of this voice was.

She turned around to see a cloud of blue, red, and yellow. It looked more like a blurred, rainbow-colored lightning bolt than anything else. Actually, when Pinkie Pie squinted her eyes until they were almost shut, she could make out Rainbow Dash's cutie mark, floating in the still atmosphere.

"Who are you? Why do I see Rainbow Dash's cutie mark instead of a pony?", Pinkie squeaked.

"Pinkie...I am Rainbow Dash."

Pinkie couldn't believe her ears. "Inconceivable! Rainbow Dash doesn't look like that! And she's dead!"

The cutie mark disappeared and instead, there stood a blurred version of Rainbow. "See?"

Pinkie Pie screamed and jumped back, falling into the puddle of tears and blood. Her heart pumped and another rush of blood came out of her wound. Rainbow's spirit gasped. "What have I done?"

Pinkie's heart fluttered. She then knew that she successfully committed suicide. Her eyes closed. Rainbow, despite being a ghost, was able to lift Pinkie, flying swiftly toward the library.