The twelfth installment in Fuzzy's and Misago's shared Shipping Project.

Sometimes you're the guardian of foal's dreams, sometimes you're a metaphor for adulthood.

Fuzzy and Misago ship mares like FedEx! Each of these will be published separately:
Sunset Shimmer x Berry Punch
Bon Bon x Cadance
Cherry Jubilee x Cheerilee
Celestia x Amira
Rarity x Chrysalis
Rarity x Celestia
Twilight Velvet x Cookie Crumbles
Aria x Fluttershy
Rainbow Dash x Nightmare Moon
Twilight x Sonata
Chrysalis x Flurry Heart
Luna x Sweetie Belle
Sugarcoat x Fleur de Lis
Sunset x Sonata
Ember x Rarity
Fleur x Photo Finish
Nightmare Moon x Chrysalis
Applejack x Adagio
Luna x The Mane-iac (Coming Soon!)

Cute and adorable ponies go about their daily lives in Equestria, and yet none of them can forget that in 1998 The Undertaker threw Mankind off Hell In A Cell, and he plummeted sixteen feet through the Spanish Announcer's Table.

This story is a sequel to My Little Dashie

Rainbow Dash remembers. Rainbow Dash remembers Daddy.

He raised her. He took care of her. He loved her. And after years of living in Equestria, of being forced into a fugue state by a cruel memory spell, she now remembers him. And, like a good daughter, she wishes to be with Daddy again.

Thus begins Rainbow Dash's journey. It is a journey for the ages. Flying over continents, oceans, purple mountains; there is no length so epic that it will prevent Rainbow from reuniting with the only person who matters in her life. Rainbow will have to outsmart nations, outfly monsters, and combat evils of every shape and form in order to finish her weary odyssey.

This is about more than Equestria. This is about more than simple Equestrian/Homo sapien relations. This is more important than friendship or rainbow lasers or weekly morals for a youthful demographic. This is about love, joy, honor, and sacrifice.

This is none other than the return. The Return of His Little Dashie.

And it starts now.

My Little Dashie is by ROBCakeran53.
Rob, sorry but not sorry

Princess Flurry Heart investigates the

Unless it's meant to be fixed

It's New Year's Eve. Do you know where you and your friends are?