Hey there folks! Aquila here after a long, long hiatus. Forgive me, but my midterms were here and I needed to focus. But the good news is, I'M BACK! I'll definitely upload more chapters for 'all is fair in love and war' and I feel extremely guilty that I had to leave it at its horrid abandoned state. But before that, I wanted to put up this. It's MLP, my favourite cartoon, in Equestria girls' format. This came to me as an inspiration to fit in all my favourite MLP ships, so here goes. Wish me luck!

I rather like the title – it contains all the main characters of the story – Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, the Apples' and the Pie family. Well mostly Marble and Limestone, but who cares.

Oh, and don't forget to review! I'm looking forward to your feedback.

Chapter 1

Pinkie Pie was beautiful.

That startled Rainbow Dash.

It wasn't the fact that she considered girls beautiful. She swung either way. She could tell whether a certain boy was eye catching while simultaneously checking a girl out. She could compliment on how killer awesome Sunset Shimmer looked in her black leather jacket while wondering what on earth Bulk Biceps did to get those abs. I mean, how was that even possible?

She was a heartbreaker and a playgirl. Well, what could she say - she was that AWESOME.

With just a flick of her gorgeous rainbow streaked hair, a sashay of her hips and an outrageous flirty wink, she could get anyone in her vicinity to fall over each other like ninepins.

Funny, she thought Rarity had that power. It looked like she wasn't the only one.

It wasn't her fault, not really. The fact was that Rainbow Dash worked out. Being captain of football, rugby, soccer, netball, volleyball, lacrosse, hockey, basketball and any other ball related, speedy, adrenaline rush sport at Canterlot High meant rigorous, sweaty, tiring evenings running laps on the track field and lifting weights at the gym. However athletic Rainbow Dash was though, she also had that feminine touch to her that appealed to both sides of the coin.

Coupled with her windswept, drool worthy, multicoloured mess that she called hair which always looked like she had tumbled out of bed; her vivid, startling magenta eyes accented with sexy, bold black eyeliner; her slight muscles and long tan legs encased in rainbow striped socks and blue gym boots; her chilled out attitude; permanent swagger and confident smirk plastered over her pouty lips made her, let's just say, a cut 20% cooler than the rest and a real piece of eye candy.

Wherever she went she left a string of broken hearts behind her and a couple of star struck, hopeful looks that would soon be crushed and join the former.

And that was what led her here.

To a circle of her best friends – Rarity, carefully scrutinising last month's copy of Vogue while slowly sipping on a china cup of chamomile tea (hey, it was midday in summer, and she was drinking tea!?); Apple Jack, her Stetson hat pulled low over her face and her legs propped up on the table, while gulping down a mug of hard apple cider; Fluttershy, furtively looking around and nibbling on sultana scones while secretly slipping cookie crumbs to her pet bunny Angel under the table; Twilight with her nose buried in a math textbook while frantically scribbling out equations in her cramped spidery handwriting all over her notes which were spread out all over the table; and last of all – Sunset, who was texting on her phone, and judging by her gleeful look, could only mean she was texting none other than Adagio Dazzle, her supposedly secret love interest.

The only person missing was Pinkie Pie. She was out shopping for party supplies for the next birthday bash she was throwing. Rainbow Dash wished with all her heart that she could be with her, jumping around, rattling off jokes, choosing the most perfect cupcake ingredients and the right kind of confetti; rather than being cooped up in a cafe.

But Pinkie took her parties seriously. That meant that only she and her pet baby toothless alligator Gummy could do the planning and baking. If anyone joined in, they wouldn't be able to keep up with her supersonic speeds or keep count of her crazily awesome ideas.

Pinkie Pie was pretty famous – with nearly everyone in town and beyond calling on her to plan toddler's face painting booths, children's carnivals, teenage parties, graduation celebrations, wedding ceremonies, and anniversaries – the works. She would plan out every single detail precisely – right from the colour scheme of the tablecloths, to the font on the invitation cards, to the exact kind of music to be played. She could decorate, cater and host all at once – a supreme skill everyone admired.

Her friends were all shooting her disapproving looks while sipping their favourite drinks at Sugar cube Corner, which was where, coincidentally, Pinkie worked and lived.

Rainbow Dash sighed. Might as well get this boring lecture over with.

Rarity began, as usual. She started coughing daintily to try to get her attention.

Rainbow Dash blatantly ignored her, and stared into the depths of her kiwi and banana smoothie. She could make out chunky yellow lumps and thin translucent green slices amongst the creamy froth.

"Really, darling?" exclaimed Rarity in annoyance.

Startled, Rainbow spilt her milk shake all over her skirt. Groaning, she pulled out a couple of napkins and hastily started sponging off the mess.

"Um, Rainbow Dash, just so that you know, we're trying to talk to you." murmured Fluttershy.

Rainbow Dash slumped in her seat. Here we go. It was time to face the music.

"What is it Rarity?"

"You didn't have to do that, darling." Rarity put extra emphasis on the word. It didn't go unnoticed.

"Do what, exactly?"

Before Rarity could figure out a polite approach to the problem, Apple Jack broke in.

"Lead people on. Then break 'em hearts" she stated bluntly.

Rainbow Dash bristled.

"HEY! Whadya mean-"

"What dear Apple Jack means to say is that, darling, we all love you to bits but when you become all flirty and obnoxious, and I know you don't mean to do it –stop giving me that look – you attract lots of people, girls and boys alike to you, like how honey attracts bees, like how a pastel pink chiffon mini dress with peach overlay attracts hundreds at the end of a spring sale.

You tease and flirt, and they tease and flirt back. You tend to – how do you put it?"

"Tend to what?"

"I don't know darling, but you tend to cultivate some hope in them, leading them to think you might actually be interested in – you know – dating that individual. But then you don't, I mean, you throw them out like last season's fashion trends and you don't bother to look back. And instead of letting them off really gently, you do it in a flashy crude way-"

Apple Jack snorted in impatience. She slammed her mug down, and wiped off a few drops of apple cider off her mouth with the back of her sleeve. She tilted back her Stetson hat, and looked at Rainbow quizzically with her unwavering, unnerving stem – green eyes.

"Basically, what Rarity's sayin' here is a darn polite third person version of what happened with you and Roseluck. Y'know, all that nasty yellin' and all..."

"Oh."

It was all Rainbow dash could manage. She must have looked rather silly, with that comical blank expression and sticky yellow and green smears staining her shirt.

Sunset gave her a pitying look.

But Apple Jack wasn't finished yet.

"And it ain't the first gosh darned time either. So many other folks who tangled up in ya web – Derpy, Lemon Hearts, Minnuette, Cloud kicker, Bulk Biceps, Bon Bon, Lyra, Berry, Carrots, Snips, Snails, Trixie - "

Rainbow dash winced. That one had been horrible.

"Rarity -"

"Really darling? That was just a mere fling, is all. Nothing to it, nothing at all."

But Rarity's smile was forced and she looked rather strained. If Rainbow looked really closely, she could make out tiny tears clinging to her eyelashes.

Rainbow Dash felt super ashamed.

At the time, she hadn't known how to deal with Rarity's infatuation. She had reacted rather badly, crushing the poor fashionista's hopes and dreams. Rainbow really hadn't meant any harm. They had dated for a while, but Rainbow dash soon realised that Rarity could be clingy and possessive. She had slowed down the permanent adrenaline rush that was her life, expecting her to give up soccer practices and training time for 'relaxing' in spas, shopping and eating out in pricey restaurants.

For a time, the dates at the operas, pantomimes, concerts and art galleries had been interesting, but then they had turned old. Boring as hell, more like. And she couldn't stand all those high society jerks that Rarity hangs out with. Rainbow Dash was loyal to her friends at heart and seeing those selfish boors demean them made her blood bubble in barely restrained fury.

But she couldn't say anything. Oh no. She would just have to grit her teeth and bear it. Because they were in the 'upper crust' of life. Because they were rich. Important. And most important of all, they were Rarity's clients.

Just because they had been born with sacks of money and a bunch of titles, they thought they could speak ill of her buddies. And Rarity liked them. Respected them. Admired them. In fact, she was one of them, only not so silver tongued.

So Rainbow dash thought it was best to end it.

She hated to admit it, but Rainbow Dash was a coward when it came to emotions, feelings, and mushy stuff like that. Too scared to see Rarity's expression when she said it, Rainbow dash chose the horrid way of telling it to her over the phone.

Coming clean face to face made her feel sick, and shattering Rarity's delusion that they could make a relationship work over the line had felt– dare she say it – safer.

So she memorized pages of shitty stuff which was meant to be the best break up script from a teenage girl's magazine, steeled her nerves and called up Rarity.

After she had finished spouting out lines of poetical nonsense, there was silence at the end of the line. Would rarity shout? Scream? Rainbow Dash felt she could have dealt with either of that. But Rarity didn't do either. She was too well bred. In hindsight, Rainbow Dash wished she had yelled at her. That would have been much easier.

"So that's how it is, darling. Well, the least you could have done was to say what you truly felt, deep down inside your heart, rather than read out some common thing from a dating magazine."

And with that, she had cut the line.