Rainbow Dash opened her eyes to see Celestia’s sun well on the rise from her window. She stretched luxuriously and would have gone back to sleep, but for the sudden bleep of her phone.

“Hmm, I wonder who that could be?” she wondered, smiling because she already had a pretty good idea who.

The text was from Soarin, as she had guessed. Morning, my soaring princess. She blushed faintly, and replied; Morning, my dashing prince.

A sudden thump on the door reluctantly forced Rainbow from her cozy bed downstairs. Upon opening the door, she saw a grey Pegasus, lying dazed upon the cloud outside her door.

“Derpy!” Rainbow called, rolling her eyes as she helped the clumsy mailmare up. “What are you doing here?”

“I got some mail for you, Rainbow,” Derpy replied and pulled out what looked something like a bouquet of crushed roses, daisies, and various other flowers.

“Ohhh, are these for me? Thank you Derpy, you shouldn’t have,” Rainbow replied, sarcasm in her tone.

Luckily for Derpy, the sarcasm flew over her head (pun not intended). “You’re welcome,” she replied before flying off.

Rainbow closed the door and put the crushed flowers on the living room table. She then noticed a card that was attached to the bouquet. It read, “To Rainbow Dash, the love of my life. Happy four month-iversary. Love, Soarin.”

It had been four months since Rainbow and Soarin had officially become coltfriend and marefriend, and their relationship was better than ever.

All of Rainbow’s friends, while skeptical at first, had finally become convinced that Soarin had turned over a new leaf.

Well, all except Applejack. She was still not very trusting of Soarin. She also was having a really hard time keeping her feelings for Rainbow a secret. More than once, had somepony else been in the same room as her, she would’ve accidentally blurted it out to them. Needless to say, life has not been kind to Applejack. As a result, she cut herself off from her friends, with the exception of Fluttershy.

Rainbow threw away the crushed bouquet and texted Soarin, “Do you want to go out to lunch later?”

After a few minutes, Soarin responded with, “Sure. Where do you want to go?”

“How about Sugarcube Corner in Ponyville?”

“Perfect. See you there, babe.”

A few hours later…

Rainbow Dash sat at a table in Sugarcube Corner. Soarin, yet again, had his face shoved in a pie.

“Whoa, slow down there. It’s not like the pie’s going to sprout legs and walk away if you take a breather,” she said.

“Are you asking me to use a fork again?” Soarin asked her, waggling his eyebrows.

“No, I’ve already lost that debate,” she chuckled, “I’m just saying, take your time is all. Who knows, you might enjoy it more.”

“Mm, I think I’ll stick to stuffing my face in it. It’s more fun.”

Rainbow laughed a bit. “You know, the way you eat pie reminds me of how Pinkie eats basically anything. That girl can unhinge her jaw like an Anaconda.”

“Yeah she’s weird, but in a likable way.” He paused, and put his pie down. “So, Rainbow. I was just wondering if we could take our relationship a step further.”

“What are you suggesting?”

“I’m suggesting that maybe you’d like to move in with me?”

“That sounds like a great idea! I’d love to. I’m gonna go tell my friends.”

Rainbow quickly kissed him on the cheek and ran off.

Soarin just stuffed his face in his pie again.

“That sounds like a horrible idea!” shouted Twilight.

“What! Why?” asked Rainbow to the bookworm.

Rainbow, Twilight, and the rest of the Main Six, sans Applejack of course, were all gathered in Twilight’s library.

“You two just started dating four months ago. It’s way too early for you to be moving in with him.”

“Oh yeah? And how would you know? The closest you’ve ever gotten to a relationship is accidentally bumping in that Flash Sentry guy, and I can’t even remember you saying a word to him.”

“Ooh, burn,” said Pinkie Pie.

“Shut up, Pinkie,” said Twilight.

“Rainbow does have a point,” said Rarity to Twilight.

“Thank you. Come on, Twilight. Don’t you trust me enough to believe I know what I’m doing.”

“I do, it’s just your relationship seems to be going a bit too fast.”

“I agree with Twilight,” said Fluttershy, “This is a big, life-changing decision, Rainbow.”

“Do you really mean that? Or are you just saying that because you don’t trust Soarin?”

“Rainbow, you know that’s not true,” said Twilight, “He’s proven himself to be very trustworthy. We just don’t want you to rush into any decisions that you might later regret.”

“Why would I regret this? It’s not like moving in with Soarin’s going to weaken our relationship. If anything, it’ll strengthen our relationship.”

“Well, I don’t think I can really argue with that,” Twilight sighed, “If this is what you want, Rainbow, then go for it. But just be careful of what happens next.”

“There’s no need to worry about me, Twilight. Nothing bad will happen between me and Soarin. You can count on that.”

“Don’t jinx it!” shouted Pinkie suddenly, “I’m rooting for you two. I don’t want you to become victim of Murphy’s Law!”

“What do you mean?” asked Rainbow.

“Murphy’s Law is the facetious proposition that if something can go wrong, it will,” explained the hyper-active pinkette.

“Trust me, Pinkie. Nothing bad is going to happen.”

“Alrighty. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Applejack tilted back her bottle, draining it in one gulp. She burped and threw it over her shoulder. It shattered noisily on the floor.

Applejack was currently in the cellar to the barn, where her family kept all of their cider. She took another bottle off a nearby shelf and drank it down in one gulp, just like the one before it, and the one before that one, and the one before that one.

She continued this process for a good five minutes. Pick up bottle, uncap it, drink it all down, throw it away, pick up another bottle, and repeat.

Finally, Big Mac came down into the cellar looking for her. He saw the pile of broken glass on the floor and the bottle in her hand. However, before Applejack could drink this bottle, he grabbed it out of her hands and said, “Enope, you’ve had enough.”

Applejack replied with a slurred, “Ah’ll tell ya *hic* when ah’ve had enough *hic*, Mac.”

“Ah don’t think so, sis. You’ve nearly drank a quarter of ar cider stock.”

“Gimme back *hic* that bottle, Mac, before ah *hic* force ya ta.” So saying, she swung at him, causing him to duck.

“Alright, that’s it, Lil’ Missy!” Big Mac grabbed Applejack and walked up the stairs, carrying her over his shoulder, despite her protests, curses, and threats.

He carried her right up to her bedroom, placed her gently her bed, and stood in front of her door, blocking her exit.

“Let me out *hic*, Mac,” she said.

“Enope. Yer not leavin’ this room until you git that alcohol outta yer system.”

“What *hic* ‘bout if ah have ta use *hic* the little filly’s room?”

Mac thought about that for moment before replying, “Ya know, fer a drunk pony, yer pretty smart.”

“Thank *hic* ya.”

Big Mac exited the doorway, but made sure to bar the door with a chair. Then he went off to search for anything that could help in this situation.

He searched through the barn until he found a chain and a padlock, which he used to lock the door to the cellar.

When he returned, it was to the sound of banging on the door. “Hey, *hic* ya crooked son of a *hic* mule! Let me out *hic*!” Applejack yelled. “When ah get outta here, y'all be sorry *hic* ya was ever born, bucko!”

Mac opened the door, and Applejack fell out, face first. He quickly helped her up and ushered her back into the room. “Can’t keep mah eye off ya fer more’n a second, can ah?” he muttered in exasperation. “But ah can’t though. Not if ah wanna get th’ work around the house done.”

Mac picked up a phone from Applejack’s dresser and dialed a number. After hearing the dial tone, the pony on the other end picked up. “Yes?” said a gentle voice.

“Hey, Fluttershy. Listen, ah’ve got somethin’ ta ask of ya.”

Author's Note

Oh boy. That's really all I can say.