//------------------------------// // My Little Cupcakes // Story: A Lightening Situation // by PheerthaniteX //------------------------------// A/N: Alright, this one takes place during “My Little Dashie,” so if you haven’t already read it, I suggest you do, because not only will it help this chapter make sense, but it’s a great fanfic anyways. I strongly suggest you grab some tissues, because it is very likely at least one part of the story will cause you to shed a tear. It’s already been thirteen years. I’ve had Dashie for the better part of a quarter-century already. And those thirteen years have been the best of my life. Obviously, there had been hard times for us, like a few years ago when Rainbow found out about My Little Pony, but we’ve always pulled through the few arguments we had. I decided as a birthday present, I’d get her a computer and a WI-Fi- connection for us to use. I figured that if she knew about the show now, there wasn’t any reason to keep her away from the internet. We both absolutely loved having the entire world at our fingertips... and hooves. Apparently the site Equestria Daily was still up and running, so we would commonly visit there to see what the fandom had created. Of course we would eventually come across the worse parts of Fanwork. Before I had met Rainbow, I had noticed a lot of people mention “Cupcakes.” Thinking they were referring to the song Pinkie had sung to Applebloom, I paid no attention to it, figuring a lot of people just didn’t like it. One day we were on the site when someone started flaming on how it was the worst story he’d ever read, so naturally, we were intrigued to find out what it was about. As we read the description, Rainbow started looking a little nervous. “I’m not sure I want to read this; it seems a lot scarier since I’m in it,” She murmured, but I just patted her on the back, responding, “Oh, don’t worry, it’ll be fine! It can be like when we watch horror movies together!” “Al-alright. But if I don’t get any sleep tonight then I’m blaming you for it.” She threatened, giving me a playful shove at the same time. We clicked the link, and began reading the most controversial fanfic to hit the internet. The Air was warm, the sun was shining, and everyone in Ponyville was having a glorious day… ------- … The cupcakes could wait; Pinkie had a friend to make. “Well, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” I asked, then looked over at Dashie, who seemed to almost be in a catatonic state “Never… again,” was all she could say. “Oh calm down. If anything, this is payback for all the times you made me watch those movies that terrified me out of my wits,” I joked. “I’m serious right now. That was possibly the most horrifying thing I’ve ever seen, and I only was able to get to the part where she cut off my wings. That is a lot scarier when the victim character is yourself, Pops, and not some random teenager that you have nothing in common with. It makes everything seem a lot more real” I was horrified at myself. How could I screw up as a parent like this? I was supposed to protect her, not force her into reading something that would traumatize her. “Dashie, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have made you read it. I can’t believe I keep failing you lie this; I must be the worst father you could have!” “It’s alright. That thing will give me nightmares tonight, but it’s okay. You didn’t fail me at all. If anything, it’s my fault for not resisting reading it more.” After a while we had everything sorted out, and were able to act as if nothing had happened. A couple months later, Dashie said she’d like to try to read Cupcakes again. This time it was me who was hesitant for her to read it, after what she had said the first time, but she just replied, “If someone like you can just read it and shrug it off, then I think I can too.” I eventually let her go read that story, and once she was finished, she seemed to like it. It was crazy. She’d make Cupcakes references all the time, wrote her own sequel to it, which got featured on Equestria Daily, and would even quote Rocket to Insanity, singing “Giggle at the Ghostly” in an insane manner. At first it was funny, but after a while, I couldn’t take it anymore. I figured the only thing that could stop he from loving her fanon was even more fanon. I would constantly show her insane shippings with her involved, send her clopfics centered around her, and many other things until she quit making so many jokes. What I’d give to be annoyed by her boasting again. Yo dawg, we heard you like fanfiction, so we put a fanfiction of a fanfiction inside of a fanfiction, so you can read fanfiction while you read fanfiction!