Love Conquers All

Hanging out with Pinkie Pie was always...interesting. Pinkie and Rainbow were now at Sugarcube Corner, eating cupcakes and talking. Dash was hesitantly picking at her cupcakes while Pinkie gulped down tasty morsel after tasty morsel. The cyan mare never truly cared for cupcakes, the icing was always too sweet for her.

"Something wrong, Dashie?" Dash smiled slightly, she liked when Pinkie called her that. It was just another thing that Pinkie did that was out of the ordinary.

"No, I'm good Pinkie...just...thinking." The pink mare finished another cupcake, but did not pick up another. Instead, she licked the icing ring from around her mouth.

"About Soarin?" Her tongue was fighting the impossible as it tried to get the last bit of icing from the tip of her nose, Pinkie started going cross eyed from staring at the sweet dollop that rested upon her snout.

"Yeah..." Dash replied dreamily as she reached over the table and got the icing off of her friends muzzle. Pinkie then licked the icing off of her hoof, which in turn made Dash shiver and blush. She absolutely hated when ponies touched her hooves.

"I don't know if he's the colt for you, Dashie. I mean, he's all famous and stuff. What if he's like that Prince Bluestuff that Rarity liked?" Pinkie propped her head up on her forehooves, almost as if her train of thought needed the extra support.

"You mean Blueblood?" The party pony nodded. "I don't think he's like that, I mean, He wasn't at the wedding, he actually seemed nervous.." Dash looked down at the table, then back up, only to see Pinkie puffing on a bubblegum cigar. "Where-" She thought it would be better NOT to question her pink friends abilities of randomness.

The pink cigar started disappearing slowly as Pinkie had a look of contemplation on her face, something rare for the rarely serious mare. "Well.." As she spoke, bright pink bubbles escaped her mouth. "Rarity thought Bluebull was a real gentlecolt, but look what happened there." Dash nodded, her friend had a point.

"I'll make sure to be careful Pinkie, I promise." The mares blue eyes seemed to stare into her soul.

"Do you Pinkie Promise?"

Dash sighed and did the little rhyme with all of the motions, making sure not to poke her eye out at the end of it.

"Hey Dashie?" The cigar was now gone from her friend's mouth and she seemed awfully interested in the stains on the table.

"Yeah, Pinks?" The nickname brought a small smile to her friend's face.

"I-I...need to tell you something." Pinkie's voice started to shake, and her confidence obviously started to falter. Dash just nodded for her to go on. "Well, you see, I was going through all of my friends in my head one day and how much I like them.."

"RAINBOW DASH!"

Dash turned her head and saw Applebloom and Sweetie Belle standing in the doorway of Sugarcube Corner, they both looked scared and like they had been crying. "And I came to you, and I finally figured out.." Pinkie was still talking.

"Yeah, Yeah Pinkie. Cool. Friends. Got it." She turned to the 66% of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. "What's wrong girls?"

"Scootaloo! She fell in a ravine in Whitetail Woods!" Pinkie's head hit the table with a resounding thud, her plan was ruined because a chicken fell in a ditch. Why wasn't she surprised?

"Well, come on girls! We don't have time to lose!" Rainbow Dash hopped up out of her seat and sped out of the bakery with the CMC behind her.

Pinkie didn't even lift her head to speak. "I really like you, Dashie..."

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"Soarin?" Spitfire was in her bedroom, laying on her bed. She had tossed away her goggles and washed her mane, letting it drape around her shoulders in a tangle of wet flames. She was laying rather provocatively as well. If she was going to finally tell Soarin about her feelings for him, it would be with a bang...not literally, she reminded herself sadly.

"Yeah Spitfire?" He sounded distracted, knowing him he was trying to make the perfect pie, he was always looking for that perfect pie ever since the Grand Galloping Gala.

"Can you come in here for a second? I need to show you something." She added a little hint of pleading in her voice. An aggravated groan came from the kitchen.

"Can it wait? I'm....busy!" A clatter of something metal against the floor resounded through the house. "Really, Really, busy! AUGH! Darn it!" The sound of glass shattering came to the yellow mare's ears. She immediately let go of her plan and hopped out of bed.

"What was that. Soarin?" She put her ear to her door and heard scraping.

"Nothing! Nothing! Don't come out here!" Now she had to see. She pushed open the door and trotted over to the kitchen to see Soarin on the floor trying to clean up a myriad of rainbow colored Chili Peppers.

"Soarin....are those..?"

"Cloudsdale Rainbow Peppers? Yep." They were her absolute most favorite food in the world. She had grown up in Cloudsdale, and to have such a delicacy anywhere but there was quite the treat.

"Oh Soarin, you shouldn't have!" She finally felt like the colt was reciprocating her feeling for him, she finally felt complete. Or perhaps she was getting ahead of herself...either way, he had her favorite food.

"You think so? I thought Rainbow Dash might like them...but I wasn't too sure." In those last seconds, it felt like her very heart was torn out of her chest, and apparently her face didn't betray that. "Spitfire..? You okay?" She felt tears welling up, and she knew she couldn't stop them. Without a second thought, she galloped to the door and left in a flurry of fiery sadness.

The colt stood there, stunned. He shrugged it off almost instantaneously. "Ugh..mares: Can't live with 'em, Can't live without 'em." Soarin went back to cleaning up his Chili Peppers and thinking about his upcoming date.

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Rarity's head poked from around a mannequin wearing a shimmering green dress, her senses on high alert. She sniffed the air and narrowed her eyes.

"I smell drama..." So off she went, ignoring her work. She had more important and juicy things to discover and tend to.

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Meanwhile, at Sugarcube Corner, a certain pink mare was becoming depressed...dangerously so, in fact.