Over The Rainbow

by Kwisatz-Haderach

Dear Princess Celestia.

"Dear Princess Celestia,

Tonight I learned that you must never be ashamed of being gay, straight or bisexual, and that to bottle all of those emotions and feelings up inside of you because you're scared of how others will treat you, will only serve to hurt you terribly, as today's little...'incident' had proved. I've always been afraid of being in love, fearing that it will only bring you pain and heartbreak. And while it is true that love never went smoothly and that there will always be those uncool times of hardship, the rewards of being in a mutual relationship with somepony you admire will always outweigh its setback. Especially when that special somepony just so happens to be the coolest pony in Equestria: Spitfire.

After all, isn't love supposed to be what makes the world go 'round?

Your faithful student,

Rainbow Dash."

Hunched up in the covers of her bed with Tank happily snoozing away in his own, Dash rolled up her letter and wrapped it with a little strand of twine before tossing it into the alcove of a special, enchanted fireplace she bought a few months back, where it was quickly incinerated by a bright, brief plume of green fire, later materializing in the royal chamber of Princess Celestia herself. Sighing contently as she let her head melt into the plushness of her pillow, Rainbow Dash marveled at how a mare like herself could make it through so much emotional strife and suffering, only to find out that her own idol: Spitfire, Captain of The Wonderbolts, would have a crush on her as well. But was it all worth it? Was the simple knowledge that her hero admired her back the right reward for the price of nearly losing her sanity, her dreams and her almost flawless reputation all in a single day?

"Totally worth it..." She muttered to herself.

Saying her goodnights to her pet tortoise and plunging the room into total darkness with but a clop of her hooves, Rainbow Dash let out a blissful sigh of relief as her hooves still had one more thing to do before sliding into the abyss of dreamland, where the smooth, creamy nocturnal visions of a certain yellow mare was waiting for her with a wink and a smile...

"Spitfire..."