Rainbow Dash wanted sex.

Mindless, meaningless, sex.

Rainbow Dash wanted to get drunk.

Mindlessly, obliteratedly shit-faced drunk.

Above all, Rainbow Dash wanted to ignore her mother's continued degeneration, the oblivion she was slowly sinking into. She spent most of her day in the air, barely hanging out with her friends. As she flew faster and faster, sweat pouring down her brow, her blood pumping, her heart pounding till her lungs were begging for air she reached that wonderful place all athletes know where the troubles of the day melt away with your body's sweat. But exhaustion would catch up with her and she'd curl up on a favorite cloud for a short nap. Then off to the bar she went till she drank and drank until the closest stallion (or mare) looked cute enough to take home. One morning she woke up curled up in Fluttershy's hooves. Dash decided that was an awfully nice place to be and spooned her fellow pegasus. Her reverie was broken when Fluttershy bolted out of bed.

"Oh...oh my! What an odd dream!" Fluttershy said.

"What was it of?" Dash asked her sitting up and stroking Fluttershy's mane.

"Oh, I dreamed the devil tempted me with strong drink and homosex...oh my goodness! It wasn't a dream! I HAVE SINNED! I HAVE SINNED!" Fluttershy wept and jumped off the bed, in her panic fluttering wildly in the air. "Forgive me Lord Smooze!"

Dash rolled her eyes at the yellow pegasus who was bowing with her head on the floor mumbling a prayer.

"Come on, Fluttershy we both know you're a filly fooler. Just go with it" Dash said.

"The Brible says its a sin!"

"That's not what you were saying in the back of that carriage on prom night."

"I...I was young and hadn't led Lord Smooze into my heart."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Honestly how can you believe that stuff?" Dash said, laying back on Flutershy's pillow.
"Lord Smooze died for your sins Dash." Fluttershy said calmly. They'd had this conversation before.

"If it wasn't for your made-up religion we could have been be something."

Fluttershy crawled back into bed with her, running a hoof through her mane.

"Isn't this enough, Dash? Our friendship?"
Dash bit her lip. "It's enough." She told her. The lie came easily to her lips. She'd told it so many times before.

"Do you want breakfast?" Fluttershy asked. The panic had passed. Here was the kind Fluttershy she'd once loved. Still loved. She didn't even know anymore.

"I'm not hungry." Dash told her. "I...I'm going for a fly."

Fluttershy grabbed her hoof before Dash could fly off.

"Dash, you've been drining a lot lately. And I know it's a bad idea to fly with a hangover."

Dash sighed. She was right of course. Careful Fluttershy always keeping her from trouble.

"Do you ever think about us?" Dash asked as she followed Fluttershy.

"As friends, yes."

"You knw what I meant, Flutters."

"Sometimes. But I left that lifestyle."
"You left me. Does your faith warm your bed at night?"
"There's more to life than sex and drinking." Fluttershy told her.

"I know that. There's also racing." Rainbow Dash laughed and Fluttershy rolled her eyes.

"I'll help you make breakfast, I am a guest after all." Dash said. "Now how do you boil water?"
"That's really sweet Dash, but let me handle that if you don't mind?" Fluttershy said.

"Sure." Dash said, sitting down. Soon Fluttershy had a large breakfasts of oatmeal and pancakes at the table. Dash gobbled up the pancakes while Fluttershy took dainty bites.

"So...well...what I mean to say is..."

"Spit it out, Fluttershy."
"Well, I was talking to Rarity and...she told me that Pinkie Pie told her that you and Pinkie Pie had an...um...intimate encounter."
"Yeah, I have got to stop having sex with my friends."

"You could do worse than Pinkie Pie. She wants to be your marefriend."
"What?" Dash asked, really surprised. "We just slept together."

"Some take that more seriously than others." Fluttershy said.

"I guess I'll just have to let her down." Dash said sadly.

"Just don't break her heart okay?"

"I would never break Pinkie Pie's heart! Hello, element of loyaty!"

Fluttershy looked away. Dash's face fell.

"Oh...oh Celestia, Fluttershy...that was...really insensitive of me."

"It was a long time ago." Fluttershy said.

Dash walked over to Fluttershy and placed a hoof on her shoulder.

"Fluttershy, what I did was stupid and wrong and I'm sorry for it."

"If we'd never had that argument then maybe I'd have never found Lord Smooze..." Fluttershy reflected.

"We could be married by now." Dash said.

Fluttershy laughed. "We could have adopted Scootaloo."
"That'd be awesome." Dash agreed.

"I forgave you a long time ago, you know." Fluttershy told her. "But if you break Pinkie Pie's heart I can't promise I won't use the Stare on you."

"If I broke her heart I'd deserve it." Dash hugged her, just a friendly hug and Fluttershy hugged back. After she finished her breakfast Dash said goodbye and slowly trotted off. She decided she was sober enough to fly and rose into the air, allowing herself to be carried by the air currents that tickled her wings. While she flew she thought about Fluttershy, but thoughts of Pinkie PIe kept butting in. Fluttershy had broken up with her years ago, but since then Dash hadn't had a single serious relationship. The minute Fluttershy had left her she'd realized that she'd been in love with her and had begged her to take her back. Fluttershy had told her in no uncertain terms that they could still be be friends, but they'd never be marefriends ever again. Dash had locked herself in her room and spent days crying after that. She had then decided that she'd never love again.

And then Pinkie Pie came along.

As she flew her thoughts were flooded with thoughts of the party pony. She decided to go and see her.

Pinkie Pie was baking a cake. It was a large order, but at last she was finished with it. Just as she took it out of the oven and placed it on the counter she heard the door to the bakery open.

"Hello and welcome to Sugarcube-Dashie!" Pinkie left the cake behind and tackle hugged the cyan speedster. Dash hugged her back.

"Say, Pinkie can we talk? Like serious talk?"
"Sure, just let me get my serious face on." Pinkie frowned, her ears dropped and she adopted an expression of such concentration that Dash had to bite her lip to keep from bursting out laughing.

Pinkie makes me really happy.

"Pinkie Pie do you want to be my marefriend?"

Dash was answered by PInkie Pie wrapping her hooves around her and fiercely kissing her.

Dash pushed her away. "Look, Pinkie. We shouldn't date. I'll hurt you because that's what I do. I hurt the people that love me. I'm not a good pony. At all."
"What are you talking about?"

"My last marefriend was Fluttershy and I made her cry. We had this terrible argument because I wanted to go to a Wonderbolts show and it was our anniversary and she wanted to spend time alone with me and we had a huge fight and I yelled at her till she cried. I made Fluttershy cry. There's definitely a pony hell for that right? I'm going to Pony Hell."

"Dash I don't think you're a bad pony at all." Pinkie Pie finally said.
"Didn't you hear what I just said?"

Pinkie touched her hoof to Dash's face. "Dash, we all make mistakes. When did you go out with Fluttershy?"

"When we were fifteen and stupid. About eight years ago, now. I hurt her and I know it still hurts her. She's forgiven me, but I've never been able to forgive myself." Her voice cracked. "I lost the best thing that ever happened to me."

"You're being a silly-filly Dashie. You practically were a filly back then. I did stupid things when I was that age too."

Dash shook her head sadly. "You're not listening. I...I still love Fluttershy. I never got over her. But I lost her. And maybe...maybe I just don't deserve a second chance."
"Dashie, everypony deserves a second chance!" Pinkie protested throwing her hooves around Dash's neck. Dash pulled away.

"I love you Pinkie Pie. I love you so much and I can't bear the thought of losing you to my own stupidity."
"Dash I lo-"

"Don't. Don't say that." Dash begged. "Please."

"Alright. I won't say it."

Suddenly Pinkie captured her lips in hers and Dash kissed back near reflexively. They kissed till they were breathless, till Pinkie dragged her to her room and they screwed each other on her bed. Dash mentally avoided the term making love as she thought about it. This wasn't love it was lust.

The afternoon sun shone down upon them. Dash looked over at the napping Pinkie. She pulled her close and wrapped her in her wings.

Dash wanted sex.

Meaningless, mindless sex.

She never intended for her heart to get involved.