Love Conquers All

Nopony could deny Twilight's organizational skills. In the few hours after the failed Canterlot invasion, she had successfully re-planned the wedding and the reception with exceptional precision. She rallied all of the terrified guests, reassured them, set up the gardens for a party, she even got the Wonderbolts and DJ-PON3 to attend to boost morale. It did exactly that.

Only the family of the couple and the famous were at the reception. The number was close to 50 ponies crowding the garden, with all of the celebrities and beautiful ponies attending one would expect eyes to be wandering. However, one certain pony had her eyes fixated on a guest across the dance floor. Her magenta eyes were focused on the handsome colt, her hoof fiddled with the tie in her mane. Just go over and talk to him, you foal. "Just go over and talk to him? He's Soarin...the Soarin." She spoke in barely a whisper. Just go over there, stand up tall, and say 'Hey, I'm Rainbow Dash and I like you!' As she argued with herself, a similar conversation was going on in the head of the famous air corpsman on the other side of the dance floor.

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C'mon Soarin, you know she likes you. You saw how she fawned over you at the Gala, surely you can just..go over there and say something. Anything. He had gotten the last minute invitation to the royal wedding a few hours ago, well, he and Spitfire did. While Spitfire was content with wearing the traditional blue and yellow Wonderbolt outfit, he knew that the Rainbow Maned pegasus would be here, so he was in his dress blues. He even had his rank insignia pinned to his sleeve. You look impressive, you know it, she knows it, everypony knows it. Who could say no to you now? Nopony, that's who. He knew that he was compensating for his nervousness with cockiness. His one true defense mechanism.

"Hey Soarin, you okay?" He was snapped out of his mental pep talk by his captain and roommate.

"Oh, uh, hey Spitfire..." His eyes were drawn to the ground, and his cheeks flushed out of embarrassment.

"A blush? My my, was Soarin busy daydreaming about a little piece of tail?" Soarin looked up and across the floor to Rainbow Dash, who was dreamily gazing at him. The yellow pegasus followed his look and smiled slyly, then she nudged Soarin. "Soarin is nervous? The colt who, against orders, preformed the lightning strike and subsequently scorched a five-star general is nervous?" Soarin blushed harder and stood up straight.

"You're right Spitfire! I have nothing to be afraid of!" The fiery maned pegasus always seemed to know what to say and when. He gave his teammate and long time friend a hug and walked away, without hearing the sigh that emanated from the yellow Wonderbolt.

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Rainbow Dash was more interested in the floor than her other surroundings, Soarin had caught her staring at him, so she sequestered herself to floor gazing. So, she didn't see the colt she was thinking about approaching her.

"Hey, you're Rainbow Dash...right?" Her eyes went wide as she looked up and into a pair of shining emerald eyes, they reminded her of Applejack, but as she focused a bit more, she saw the pale blue coat and navy blue mane.

She all of a sudden felt her throat tighten and her words were stuck in her mouth. The pegasus prodigy could barely feel her hooves, let alone her mouth. "R-Rainbow...Dash...Yeah, Yeah! That's me! I'm her and she's me." She chuckled nervously. "W-What I meant was, I-I'm Rainbow Dash." She all of a sudden felt really small compared to the colt, even though she was just an inch or two shorter than him.

Soarin smiled warmly. "Yeah, you won the best young flier competition last year. You were awesome, saved our skins" He chuckled at the memory.

"Yeah, I-I won that.." She felt her confidence rising as the Wonderbolt seemingly praised her. "And, I'm sure you would have been fine without my help, I mean, you're the Wonderbolts. You can do anything." Out of the corner of her eye she could see a flash from a camera, but she paid it no heed.

Soarin just waved his hoof at her dismissively. "We were out cold, we were lucky you pulled off that Sonic Rainboom, which was awesome by the way." A deep blush formed on the cyan pegasus' face.

"Th-thanks..." An awkward silence followed, both ponies were rubbing the backs of their necks and looking anywhere but each others eyes.

"So, you wanna do something sometime?" Both pegasi blurted the exact same sentence at the exact same time, and both pegasi looked equally stunned.

Rainbow Dash was the first to speak. "W-Wha..?"

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Spitfire was talking to some random upper-crust pony when she heard two, overly loud ponies say something.

"So, you wanna do something sometime?" She turned her head and saw Soarin and a familiar looking blue pegasus both looking rather shy and embarrassed. Alarms went off in her head, all of them telling her to stop what she just heard before it got out of her control.

"I'm sorry, Duke. I really must go." The pony she was conversing with nodded and bowed away. She made a beeline straight for the couple, but hung back just enough to hear them.

"W-Wha..?" She knew who the blue pegasus was, now. It was Rainbow Dash, the pony from the Grand Galloping Gala and the Best Young Flier Competition. "I-I mean, yeah! Definitely!" The rainbow maned pegasus was blushing profusely and obviously nervous. Now was the time to intervene. She spread her wings wide as a sign of dominance and trotted over to them.

"Hey Soarin, hey Rainbow Dash. Fancy seeing you here." Spitfire put on her friendliest smile, even though she felt like frowning. Soarin smiled nervously at her, while the enraptured prodigy just stared at her Soarin with a love struck gaze. "So, what are you two talking about?" She knew full and well what they were talking about, she just didn't want them to go any further into the conversation.

"Oh, um, Rainbow Dash and I were just thinking about hanging out sometime." She knew the only thing 'hanging out' between those two were their tongues and possibly Soarin's appendage.

"Well, I don't know Soarin. We're always training, and you have that mare from fillydelphia.." Rainbow Dash's eyes went wide in surprise, then her ears drooped.

Soarin shot an accusatory glance at the hothead pegasus. "What? Spitfire, she's a reporter, she just wants an interview." He turned back to Rainbow. "Listen Rainbow Dash, I'll be in Ponyville on Thursday, we'll hang out, alright?"

Rainbow Dash could only nod and smile brightly as she galloped away, her gown fluttering after. Spitfire frowned as she heard giggles coming from the pegasus and her cohorts which now surrounded her. Soarin's hoof tapped her.

"What the hell was that, Spitifre?" He hissed out the words at his friend.

"I just want to make sure you're not getting in over your head, Soarin." She smiled innocently and cocked her head to the side. "Just being a good friend."

"Funny, seemed like you were trying to stop me from having a date." his anger faded as he sighed. "I'm sorry Spitfire.." He mumbled. "I just..I haven't been on an actual date for a long time."

"But, we go out every week, Soarin." She got a kind smile in return.

"Well...yeah, but we're best buds. I mean, we live together. So of course we hang out and go out. But we're just friends, Spitfire. You know that." The pale blue pony trotted off, leaving Spitfire to think. Her immediate thought was that she wasn't going to let her Soarin go. Not without fighting and conquering the other mare, and everypony knows that love conquers all.