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// The Magic of Friendship 
// Story: Depression is Tragic 
// by artistwithouttalent 
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“Oh my,” Rarity thought. “This poor dear is pouring her heart out to me—“

“Yes I am,” Pinkie pouted. Rarity ignored her

“—and it would certainly behoove me to make an ally until I can return home.”

Pinkie perked her ears up and darted back to Rarity, hyperactivity returning to her personality and bounce returning to her hair.

“Omigosh does this mean you like me??”

The unicorn was hesitant.

“...Yes?”

The Pink earth pony broke into a face-width grin and grabbed Rarity's hoof.

“Omigosh I knew you would!” she shrieked as she pulled Rarity back to the farmhouse.

“Pinkie!”Rarity complained, as her hooves kicked up dust from being dragged by the pink puff.

Pinkie sped to the farmhouse with Rarity in tow, bursting through the front door and startling her mother, who had been cooking dinner, as she sped into her room. Pot Pie took a moment to regain her composure.

“Pinkamena Diane Pie, is that you?” she asked, in earnest unable to tell if the pink-and-white blur that shot past her was her daughter. Muted conversation was her reply.

•••

Within the confines of her bedroom, Pinkie had set Rarity down on her bed and joined her their presently.

“Pinkie, what are you doing?” Rarity asked, not bothering to hide the fear from her face.

Pinkie placed her hoof on Rarity's thigh and looked Rarity in the Eye. Pinkie's eyes were narrowed slightly and a small smile was on her face. She said in a voice as smooth as silk, “I think we both know the answer to that question, Rarity.”

Rarity, understandably disturbed, thought to herself as Pinkie leaned in for a kiss, “Where in Equestria is this coming from?”

At this, Pinkie stopped and pulled back.

“I t-thought you said you liked me,” Pinkie replied, clearly upset.

Rarity was quick to clarify. “I do like you, dear; you are without question the most friendly and open pony I've ever met.” She noted Pinkie perked up a little at this. “The fact remains that this is just too fast, and I am not enticed towards fillies.”

Pinkie was visibly depressed by this. “Well, it's just that you're the only outsider other than me that's ever been to the farm before, and I cant know when the next one will come in. I don't want to be alone, Rarity.” By this point she was on the verge of tears.

“I understand, dear, but this is not the way of going about getting a partner,” Rarity explained. If you want to meet new ponies, why not come to town?”

“Oh, mom and dad never go to town,” Pinkie was taken aback.

“It doesn't have to be permanent, darling. You can come in for a visit; after your family has boarded me, it's the least I could do.”

“You'd do that for me, Rarity?” Pinkie asked.

“Of course,” Rarity replied. “What are friends for?”