Love Conquers All

Pinkie paced around the first floor of Sugarcube Corner, she hadn't thought this all the way through obviously. After she had collected the fallen pegasus, she had carefully and stealthily moved the mare into the Sugarcube Corner basement and tied her to one of the supporting columns. Dash hadn't woken up...yet. When she does, Pinkie had no idea what to do.

"What if she freaks out and starts screaming? What if she gets even more mad at me?" Her own appearance seemed to turn more and more dim with each doubt. "What do I do, What do I do?" She plopped down onto her haunches and started looking around frantically. "Gummy, where are you?"

As if on cue, the little reptile plodded down the stairs with a pill bottle in his mouth. He often got into the cabinets, nopony knew quite how, and started playing with a pill bottle he acquired. Pinkie got up, trotted over, and picked the pill bottle away from him. The label on the bottle read:

Diazepam: Take 1 tablet every six hours.

It was a muscle relaxant, Mrs. Cake often used them to relieve her back pain. They would do perfectly for the Party pony's predicament. She unscrewed the cap with her mouth and popped one pill into her hoof.  It would do. The disturbed mare got a glass of water, and headed downstairs.

Dash did not look good at all, her wings were blackened and missing most of her feathers, she had bad burns down the entirety of her back,and she was having muscle spasms. A knot formed in Pinkie's throat, she wanted to help her love, but she was afraid to get closer.

"D-Dashie...?" She only got a pained groan in response. "I-I'm going to make you feel better.." Pinkie trotted over, too scared to make any kind of noise. Dash groaned when she got within a few inches, She reached a pink hoof towards the injured mare and pushed her jaw down. Pinkie looked down at the pill, She reminded herself it was for the best and put it on her love's tongue. "This will stop the pain, I promise.." Pinkie put the glass up to Dash's lips and tipped it up, the parched Dash gulped down the water and the pill.

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A few hours later Dash cracked open her eyes, it hurt to think, she didn't even want to try moving. The mare's eyes were trying to focus on the environment around her to no avail, she could make out a few blurry shapes and that was about it.

"H-Hello..?" Her voice was hoarse from her extremely dry throat. She heard hoofsteps against wood, somepony was coming.

"Dashie, you're awake." She knew that voice, that voice made her want to scream and cry, if she couldn't muster up the strength to do such things.

"P-Pinkie..? I need help...I can't move.." Pinkie stepped closer, Dash could barely make out her pink silhouette.

"Don't worry, Dashie, I'm here to help you. I'm going to make everything all better." Dash, even in her state, could see the insane grin forming on her friend's face. "Those muscle relaxers I gave you earlier should be working.." Dash guessed that's why she couldn't move anything below her neck, she was too relaxed.

"W-What did you do, Pinkie..?' Dash blinked, her vision slowly coming back.

The pink mare stepped into the light, her eyes seemed to be even more beady than earlier, a permanent grin was etched onto her face. "I'm going to make you love me, Dashie."

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Spitfire and Soarin were getting changed into their uniforms. Today was a practice day, specifically, Cloudsdale practice day. They had to fly all the way there and back on top of all the drills, It always made for their most exhausting practices.

Soarin hadn't talked to her since morning, he had gone out of his way just to make sure he didn't. he had even left for the stadium hours before practice even began.

"Hey Spitfire..?" Fleetfoot was standing beside her.

"hmm?" She had always like Fleetfoot, the mare had been one of the founding members of the Wonderbolts and was a famous filly-fooler, so Spitfire was just fine with her being on the team.

"Is Soarin okay? He seems a bit....off today." the silver maned mare drew her hood over her head, making sure not to screw up her mane while doing so.

"He's just hungover, he'll be fine." Spitfire put her reflective goggles on, mostly to hide the galnces she was throwing Soarin's way, and to hide her black eye.

"You two have a wild night last night?" The blue pegasus chuckled and nudged the Wonderbolt captain.

"I guess you could call it that.." She mumbled. "Right, everypony outside! We have a lot of work to do today!" Spitfire ushered her team outside, all except Soarin, who kept his distance.

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"Pinkie,I..I..." She closed her eyes and tried to think. She had been struck by lightning, she remembered now! "I need a hospital!" She tried to look at her wings, only to find out she was tied to a rather large wooden column.

"I can take care of you Dashie, honest!" Pinkie stepped closer. "Just let me look at those wings.." Pinkie started undoing the bonds, Dash knew that as soon as she was free, she was going to make a break for it. "I'm sure you're fine, just some burns, nothing major." She felt the last knot go free, she sprung towards the stairs on the other side of the basement, only to find that her legs felt like jelly, she quickly faceplanted onto the hard, unforgiving cement. "Silly Dashie, you think I can't help you."

The rainbow maned mare craned her head to look at her back. What she saw shocked her. Her wings were nearly bald, a few blackened feathers held on. She ascertained the lightning strike hit her square between her wings, this was also where her skin looked the most charred. She needed a hospital for these injuries, and she needed to before they either got infected or just got worse.

"Those wings don't look to good, I think we have some burn ointment upstairs. Do you want it?" Dash whimpered and nodded, anything was better than leaving it completely untreated. "It'll cost ya~" Dash was just about to ask what she meant when Pinkie laid in front of Dash and puckered up. "One kiss" This, was going to be hell.

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The Wonderbolts had already gone over their routine several times, getting some of the minor changes down. Soarin had been uncooperative and uncoordinated the whole time, which ground Spitfire's gears like no other, now the team was sitting in a park in Cloudsdale, it's where they went every practice for lunch.

"I just feel like we're missing something, y'know?" Rapidfire, the bright white colt with an orange and white mane commented as he ate. "We need something fresh."

"We need some new blood, most definitely." Fleetfoot took a drink of her rainbow soda.

"Well, how about that mare that saved us last year at the Best Young Flier Competition?"Thunderstruck, the completely white Wonderbolt suggested, Spitfire shot Thunderstruck a glare.

"Yeah, what was her name again?" Fleetfoot once again spoke up. "She had a rainbow mane, pretty little thing."

"Rainbow Dash." Soarin, who had been quiet the whole time, finally spoke.

"Right! She did that Sonic Rainboom. Man, we could so use that in our routine." Thunderstruck once again earned a glare from Spitfire.

"We are the best fliers in all of Equestria, I'm sure we could pull off a sonic rainboom if we tried!" Spitfire only got disheartened mumbles from her team.

"Yeah right, that takes some serious skills, you can't pull it off." Soarin sipped his drink and looked at Spitfire with a stern gaze.

"Wanna bet, small wings? I bet I can pull of a sonic rainboom faster than you!" A wave of 'ooooh's came from around the table.

"You're on."

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Dash caved, she needed that ointment more than she needed to feel comfortable with her sexuality. So she gave the pink pony a small peck on the lips that had a surprising result. Pinkie's mane poofed up to it's usual ridiculous shape, and her color seemed to return. But, her eyes stayed the same cold, crazy blue they had been. The earth pony bounced away giggling.

"What have I done...?" She knew she had just opened the floodgates for whatever plans Pinkie had in store for her. She planted each of her hooves firmly on the concrete, she felt as though she could stand now, not make it up the stairs though. She raised her weakened body off of the floor. Her legs were still shaky, but she could stand.

She felt like a foal walking for the first time: she could take unsure steps, and as long as she took it slow she wouldn't fall. She eventually made it back to the pillar and rested against it. Whatever she had done in her life surely didn't warrant this experience, and it sure as hell didn't warrant being maimed. She sighed, all she had wanted was a simple date with her only crush, was that too much to ask?

"Dashie~!" The call came from the top of the stairs, Pinkie was standing there. The mare had a tube of ointment, some bandages, and another length of rope on her back. Dash did not want to even think what the rope was going to be used for.

The pink pony bounced down the stairs and over to the forsaken mare. First, the earth pony applied the burn ointment, The cool substance felt good against her seared flesh. Next, Pinkie wrapped almost all of Dash's torso in the bandages despite Dash's insistent that she didn't need to.

Finally, Dash figured out what the rope was for. Pinkie took the rope that had tied Dash at first and knotted around one of Dash's haunches. Then, she took the new rope, tied one end to the column and the other around Dash's neck. All of a sudden, Dash didn't feel too good about the situation at hoof.

Fun chapter. Anyways, I was wondering if any of you readers would be interested in making some proper cover art  for this story, message me if you're interested.