Pinkie Pie confesses to Rainbow, only finding out Rd's not interested. So when Pinkie gets obsessed with Rainbow loving her, things get out of hoof. Can Pinkie fix this pegasus, or will Rainbow move on with another?

When you're rife with devastation, there's a simple explanation... Fire. It spreads, never slowing, showing no mercy, and burning everything in it's path. You're a toymaker's creation trapped inside a crystal ball... The galloping blaze swallows Pinkamena Diane Pie's home, her parents, her memories. She is sent to an orphanage. And whichever way he tilts it, know that we must stay resilient... The orphaned filly isn't sane. She feels like a part of her is missing. Fortunately, a family wants her. Yet she hates them. Will she survive this trapped feeling, this torturing, claustrophobic feeling? We won't let them break our spirits... As we sing our silly song.

Pinkamena Diane Pie lives. She does her job well enough to earn pay and make money. But there's a difference between living and surviving. Day after day her life drags on... Same thing everyday. In her heart she knows it's not healthy to live in a dark room underground- yet she ignores it and becomes tired of being alone. She has friends but they aren't enough, she wants somepony to LOVE. Then she meets a friendly pegasus... Cyan... A terrific rainbow-spectrum mane... Extremely interested, Pinkamena finds herself attracted to her. But is this pegasus as interested as she is?

Pinkies POV. "If you really care to know the truth, Fluttershy, I will tell you" I stated as I sighed heavily. I haven't told anypony the truth, the truth of how I got my cutie mark, the truth of how I met rainbow dash, how the cyan filly forgot all about our adventures in the mental hospital. I hadn't told anypony about the fact that I killed my father. How I fell in love. I had kept the story bottled up in me, thinking that the only way I could keep rainbow safe is if I hid the truth from her. But the truth was hard to contain, I felt it breaking at the walls within me, begging to be free, to be spilled across the floor. I played with my pink bouncy mane as Fluttershy stared at me with her azure eyes filled with concern. "Well, it all started on a rock farm..." I began as the rest of the story ensued, spilling out of me. (Cover art by me: DeadcatX on deviantart)