Love Conquers All

Two mares sat in Sugarcube Corner in complete silence. One out of shock, and the other out of sheer embarrassment. If one were two walk into the eatery, they would feel the very possibly be crushed by the tension hanging between the two ponies.  While the pink mare was blushing deeply and looking at the table, while the blue mare looked as though she was asked about the meaning of life. Things were not looking good for the pink mare.

"W-What...?" Dash finally spoke, her voice was very unsure of itself, not surprising given the situation. Pinkie nodded very slowly, still not making eye contact. "Pinkie, you...you can't be serious. This is a prank, right? Just another Pinkie Pie joke, and a strange one at that..." Dash ran her hooves through her rainbow mane nervously.

"No...why would anypony joke about love?" Pinkie finally made eye contact with the mare across from her. The magenta eyes held a mixture of emotions: Confusion, sadness, but mostly fear. Fear, that made Pinkie herself afraid.

"I...I..." Dash laid her head on the table and sighed. "Pinkie, why'd you have to do that..?" She lifted her head up, just to let it drop to the table again with a thud. "Why...Why...Why..."

"Dashie, I-"

"Dash...call me Dash, Pinkie." Those words hit Pinkie like a whip, the very air around them crackled with pain and sadness. They hurt.

"I can't help it...I've liked you for a really long time." Dash covered her ears and started shaking her head. "It's been hard, being around you and not being able to say anything.."

"Pinkie...no." Pinkie stopped and hung her head sadly. "You..and me....It won't work. It will never work. I don't like mares..." Dash looked up at her, her eyes looked like they were on the brink of tears. "Why? Why did you have to go and do that?" Dash got up from the table and started towards the door. She turned around and shook her head at Pinkie, then left.

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Soarin groaned, his head was pounding, his joints ached. He cracked open his eyes, only to be met with a blinding light that forced them shut again. He raised his hoof to the offending light to give his eyes some relief, he cracked them open again. Everything was blurry at first, but after a few minutes, his room came into focus.

He was in his bed, in his room. How he got there was anyone's guess. He could barely remember what day it was,let alone what happened the night before.

"Uhhhh....what happened last night...?" he was going to roll off of his bed and onto his hooves, but he was met with a rather solid object. It was yellow,funny, he didn't remember having a yellow wall in his room. Heck, his bed wasn't even against a wall. He poked it, it was too soft to be a wall. "What the...?"

"Having fun Soarin?" He looked up into the smirking visage of Spitfire, except, something was wrong with her face. She had a black eye. That's when the previous night started coming back to him.

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Soarin pushed Spitfire away from him in the middle of the kiss. It had caught him off guard, but he was quick to react. He wiped his lips, a quite offending look came across his face. "Spitfire, what the hell?"

She didn't hear him, she was too lost in the taste. Alcohol and Soarin, a wonderful combination. Her hoof came up and touched her own lips, she sighed happily.

"Spitfire!" Soarin pushed the mare with his hoof.

"Hmm?" She looked into his deep green eyes and smiled.

"What the hell was that kiss for?" Spitfire's face formed a deep blush, that not even lowering her head could conceal.

"Soarin, I love you. I've always loved you since we were young." she stepped closer to her teammate, which made him take a step back. "I-I've never been able to tell you, I was always so afraid. I was afraid about how you would react, what you would think..." she leaned in and gave his side a short nuzzle.

"Spitfire...you're like a sister to me. I've known you since I was a little colt, we've been best friends for years. I love you too, but not like how you love me. I love you like a sister." Soarin watched as a series of emotions crossed over his hothead roommate's face: Rejection, sadness, hurt, anger....rage.

"What?! I..I bear my heart for you. I give up every single chance I had with a colt in hopes that one day you would love me too....and I get this?" She pushed the drunkard down to the floor, tears now forming in her eyes. "I can't believe you, Soarin! I gave you and the squad the best years of my life!" She kicked Soarin hard in the groin, causing the colt to writhe in pain and curse at her.

Once he got back up, a hoof fight ensued. It ended with Spitfire headbutting Soarin and knocking him out.

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"Get out of my bed." The light blue colt growled through his teeth,

"Aww, but I liked watching you sleep." The mare rolled out of his bed and trotted out, swaying her flanks back and forth as she left. It just made Soarin shiver, something was seriously wrong with his friend.

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Pinkie had went to her room after Dash had left, she didn't feel like opening up shop today. She had gone to the bathroom and washed her mane down, washed the temporary dyes out of her mane and coat and went back to looking like the pony grim reaper.

After her shower, the pink mare grabbed the dress from Gummy's nest, scrubbed it clean then sewed up the holes closed. It had taken her some time, but it was worth it. Now it was in the same condition she had found it in, and she loved it. It still had the faintest scent Rainbow Dash on it. The pink mare laid on her bed and brought the dress close to her chest.

"I don't get it...what did I do wrong..?" She started to tear up, but forced herself to squelch them.

"You did nothing wrong. How is love wrong?" Her pet stood on his back to legs and latched his jaws onto her tail.

"I just don't get why she's so mad at me, Gummy." Pinkie lifted her head from the dress.

"Maybe you should convince her you're worthy of her?" The gator climed up her board-like tail and onto the bed.

"Convince her?" Pinkie reached over and drew the gator close to her.

"Have you ever heard of Neightingale's Syndrome?"