Love Comes In All Colors

Rainbow Dash sat slumped in the Equine Hills jail cell. She was trying desperately to think of a way to escape; but the cell bars were made of solid steel and the warden with the keys sat on the clear other side of the room. There was no window in the cell, and all the walls were sturdy.

She and Cassidy had been in that cell for two days now. Both of them had only been given one stale piece of bread and a cupful of water per day. Rainbow Dash’s stomach was starting to get to her, as well as the enclosed space. It was well known that Rainbow Dash preferred open spaces, but not well known that this love of being free had also developed into a case of claustrophobia. Any sort of binding, restriction, or sense of being trapped was too much for the cyan mare to take. So she was slowly started to become uneasy in the small cell.

And Cassidy was contemplating what had happened. Her father had now disowned her, her mother is disgusted by her, her younger sister, who had always loved and idolized her, probably hated her now as well, and she would probably be executed along with Rainbow Dash. And it was all for Pinkiamena Diane and her fiancé who was now one of her best friends. Was it worth it? Were they really worth giving up her life?

She had a simple and humble life in Equine Hills. She would wake up every morning along with Sarah and prepare breakfast for mother and father. They would come down and eat the meal they had prepared, and then they would get the scraps their parents would had not eaten. Then father would go out and work on the rock farm leaving them with mother. The rest of their day would consist of tasks such as making/mending clothes, tending to the garden, or purchasing necessities from the general goods store. She would live under mother’s orders and not do anything without her permission. If she wished that to change then she would have to marry; but then her husband would be in charge of her.

But life in Ponyville was nothing like she had imagined. There, she had done things as she had pleased. She had worked in a store, she had baked the most delicious sweets that she had ever tasted, she had drunken alcohol, she had felt free for the very first time. Life for a mare was so much more there. She would gladly give up her life for one there. But soon she would have neither. So was it really worth it?

“Rainbow Dash,” Cassidy asked. “Do you think it’s right, what I did?”

Rainbow Dash looked up towards Cassidy. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, betraying my family for you and my sister. Was it right to give up my life for that?”

“Let me ask you this: do you love Pinkie?”

“What?!”

“No! Not like I love her stupid. Do you love her as your sister?”

“Of course I do. I certainly love her more than my parents right now.”

“And do you like Ponyville better than here?”

“Yes. I felt freedom there for the first time. I felt like being a mare didn’t mean I was less entitled than a stallion. I hate it here!”

“Then you did the right thing sister.”

“But we’re both going to die. And the only reason that we’re in this situation is because I came and…” Cassidy was cut short when Rainbow Dash put her hoof in her mouth.

“Hey, stop worrying and being so negative about things. I’m going to get us out of here. Didn’t Pinkie tell you I never get up? And about this being your fault, I wouldn’t rather have you have stayed here. You coming to Ponyville meant a lot to Pinkie. It showed her that she still had family that cared about her. And trust me,” Rainbow Dash looked down. “Not having that hurts a lot more than you think.”

“Your parents reject you?”

“Reject? That’s an understatement. When I told them I like mares, they just kicked me out of the house then and there. I haven’t talked to them since. But I don’t really care. I don’t need them anyway. But Pinkie needs you. We’re going to get out of here Cassidy.”

“Hey!” Pinkie shouted. “Cut it out! Stop it! That tickles too much!” The pink party mare found herself being attacked by a pack of puppies. Fluttershy sat by their mother and both of them smiled at how much better they were making Pinkie feel.

“Alright puppies,” Fluttershy said in a soft, yet commanding voice. “I think she’s had enough for now. Come back here to you momma.” All of the puppies climbed off of Pinkie Pie and started running around their mother.

Pinkie got up, still laughing. “Thanks Fluttershy, that made me feel like me again.”

Fluttershy smiled with pride. “Puppy therapy never fails. I’m just glad I didn’t have to resort to kitten therapy though, it might have been too much for your heart to take.”

“You know, everypony’s right, I can’t just sit here and be all mopey wopey. I mean, what was I thinking? There’s no way Dashie could have run away just because she didn’t want to get married to me. I mean look, she even left Tank here.” Pinkie pointed to Tank, who was sitting with the puppies and receiving a treatment of puppy therapy. “If I know Dashie then she would never leave Tank by himself.”

“Thanks right Pinkie,” Fluttershy said. “You don’t need to worry about a thing, everypony’s doing what they can to find Rainbow Dash. Maybe we could throw her a surprise party for when she gets home.”

“A SURPRISE PARTY FOR DASHIE?!” Pinkie jumped into the air. “OH MY GOSH FLUTTERSHY THAT’S A SUPER WONDER ULTRA SPECTACTULAR IDEA!” She started to run around. “I’m going to get started right away!” She dashed off to sugar cube corner.

“Glad I could help,” Fluttershy giggled.

A couple days earlier The Great and Powerful Trixie was sitting under a tree on the side of the road enjoying a cup of tea. Her cart had broken its wheel and she wasn’t in the mood to fix it at the moment, so she decided to take a minute to relax.

Her relaxation was cut short when she smelt a familiar stench coming down the road. “Ugh,” She gagged to herself. “Amish ponies. The Great and Powerful Trixie hates Amish ponies.” And it was true. After she was forced to work on a rock farm for a living, Trixie had developed a strong hatred towards the Amish. Especially after her employer treated her like a slave. And speak of the devil, the ponies coming down the road WERE her previous employers. Trixie hid behind a tree. Though it seemed the stallion was busy yelling at whoever was in the cart he was pulling.

“Who the buck are you?!” A mare in the cart shouted.

“I said silence!” The stallion shouted.

Wait a second. Trixie knew that voice. It belonged to one of Twilight Sparkle’s friends. What was her name, Rainbow Dash? This sparked Trixie’s curiosity. What could those Amish ponies possibly be doing with her? Trixie started to follow the cart.