"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, RIGHT FIELDER AND NUMBER 3 OF THE CANTERLOT STALLIONS....RAaaaaaAAAaiiiiIIIiinnnnbooooooow...DASH!"

To the screaming of nearly a thousand voices, the back bone of the minor league team stepped from her dugout. Like a returning heroine from war, Dash greeted the crowds howls of barely contained love with a simple nod, but kept her nose up high and cocky smirk wide.

But for the ruby eyed slugger, it was only the voice of one that gave her pause to notice. Front row, directly behind the Stallion's dugout, sat the "yaying" form of Fluttershy. The normally meek and soft spoke pet shop owner, had squeezed her heavy bosom into a pink Stallion "Bolt colt's go!" jersey, the team motto strained over her womanly curves. With a diet soda in one hand and a tiny fist in the air, the pink maned beauty of the Rainbooms, shyly let out her cheers as she caught the now confident grin of the love of her life.

Her cheers died as a wild flush washed her womanly cheeks. For suddenly all eyes where upon the mousey women. Rainbow Dash had turned to face her lover and with one arm pointed her bat up at the now cringing gal. Lowering it the raspy voiced jock turned back to the crowd and howled her own cry of impending victory.

Peeking out from beneath her curtain like hair, Fluttershy gave a silent fist pump as she watched her muscle clad lover make for home plate. Worried blue eyes snapped up to the score board. Two outs, no one on, and it was the bottom of the ninth at a tied score of 8/8. This would be the stallions probable last chance. A cruel fate had befallen the visiting "Appleloosa Rangers". Because it was none other then "Big 3" taken the plate. Fluttershy took sensible notice of the clearly nervous other team. Outfielders back pedaled and the short stop was quick to move towards second base.

At the plate, Dash took her sweet time, savoring the chanting roars of her fans. Pausing to tap her kleted shoes with the tip of her weapon of choice. The ring of "Big 3, Big 3, Big 3!" echoing for miles at the minor leagues outdoor stadium.

But all drew silent as the tomboy lifted her head, dusting an errant strand of her multi colored hair from narrowed eyes. Grease and sweat stained her vision, but she looked upon the pitcher like a predator at its prey.

For her part, not one for sports but forever loyal to her best friend and girl friends lust for the game, the mousey yellow women gripped at the hand rail before her. Watching her lover with such heat and intensity as if trying to will her want for Dash to win, through the stare she gave.

"Come on Dashie..y..you can do it!"

As Rainbow Dash stepped into the box, the entire stadium drew dead silent. Save for the gentle hum and buzz of her vibrating cell phone. Letting out a rare curse, the pet loving women leaned back. She really should ignore it, but she had been made aware of Sunset and Adagio's night out. The sudden worry the others might need her help with little Rayray distracted her long enough to snap up her phone without even looking at who might be calling.

"Y..yes?"

"Hey girl, aahm...ahh. Yo, so how's the game going?"

Fear clutched at her heavy breast when she heard Aria's deep throated voice. A firm tremble ran through the mousey women.

"Ar..aria? You shouldn't be calling me, you know that!"

"What? Thought we where friends babe, listen..do you need a ride after the game?"

The first pitch was in the dirt, ball one had been called as the clearly shaken pitcher recovered for another attempt.

Turning from the scene, Fluttershy whispered venom into her phone. At least as much as the tiny thing could muster in her normally almost whimpered voice.

"No! I told you no six months ago, and I mean it Aria Blaze!"

"Come on babe, don't be like that....it's that jock for brains aint it? Psh! She aint good enough for you."

"YOU listen to me Miss Blaze! I love Dashie, she is my g..girl friend and I won't put up with this..this anymore!"

Tears tumbled down her cheeks as the sound of the catchers mitt snapped closed around the white ball shaped prey of the jock in question. Boo's and hisses rang out at the umpires call of a strike.

"...Listen Shy..."

"Don't you call me that! Not anymore! Ok, w..we had a thing, but that was a year ago. Y..you wouldn't stop drinking, y..you kicked my baby Angel and I was worried every time you stumbled out the door to one of your dreadful fights!"

"What? Ya well you go to that losers stupid baseball games!"

"She isn't beating people to near death for money! What we..we had is over Aria!"

"Shy, come on babe..."

"NO! I..."

The long hollow crack of bat and ball, the all Equestrian game, rang out like a gunshot. Silence followed as men and women in Appleloosa uniforms bolted for the fences. But as they failed the chase, the roar of cheering broke the silence. Fluttershy was on her feet, her jaw agap as she watched the love of her life rounding the bases. She could no longer hear the grunted questions through her now lowerd phone, all the mousey women could do was fling her yellow arms into the air and howl through tear filled eyes her lovers name. Breaking the chant of "Big 3" with her own...

"DASHIE! DASHIE! DASHIE!"

With a low snarl, the fighter lowered the cheer filled phone from her ear and snapped it closed.

"Stupid..milk udder having..cow..bitch! I will kill that steroid pumped slut..."

"Ya'll might want to think about dat..."

In the Dazzle residence, which doubled as the basement home of the MMA fighting purple grump, two huge females squared off in a ever shrinking kitchen as anger and ego rose...the night was only just beginning.

Author's Notes:

Yay! Drama! :swoon: