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My Little Dashie : A Threequel - EpicBG



A sequel to a ty500600's sequel of ROBCakeran53's classic story 'My Little Dashie'

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My Little Dashie : A Sequel - Epilogue (Prologue)

“Daddy?”

The voice echoed in my head, it really is my Dashie. The voice I hadn’t heard in so long was finally reunited with me. There I stood for what must’ve been only a few seconds, however it felt like an eternity. I could feel the tension melt away as she turned around, her rose eyes penetrating into my soul. This really is my daughter, she’s alive and well. ‘Don’t cry. Don’t. Don’t freaking - Aw screw it.’ I thought. I felt warm tears slide down my face, etching their path down my cheeks. Dashie had already been crying, but I don't know why. She stood up and inspected me from afar.

“Is it really you Daddy?”

Her words floated into my ear, bounced around in my head for a bit and then went out the other ear. Neither My brain nor I could understand what had just happened. One minutes I'm at home staring at the note which Dashie somehow re-wrote, the next I am in a clearing looking for my daughter on a beach. I finally comprehended what had happened when I felt another tear streak it’s way down my face. I had found my daughter. My little Dashie.

“Yes, It’s me, Dashie. We can be together again, forever this time.”

I began to slowly make my way towards her, being careful not to scare her. For all she knows I could just be a figment of her imagination, nothing more than a hallucination, a way to cope with stress brought on by her own subconscious thoughts. I began to close the gap between us, we were no more than a few feet away from each other now. I could see the pain in her eyes, her thoughts rushing to comprehend what’s happening.

“It really is you, Daddy!”

Dashie stood up from her haunches and trotted over to me. I knelt down as she reached out her hoof to touch my chest, probably because she couldn't believe that I was actually there. When she made contact with my chest her face beamed like nothing I’ve seen before, not even when she got her cutie mark. She pulled me into an embrace and said these four words.

“Daddy, I love you.”

“I love you too, Dashie.”

We embraced each other for what felt like forever, a myriad stars could be going supernova and nothing else would matter. I was reunited with my daughter, I’ve truly overused this ancient meme but dammit, I need to say it because it really happened, you’d think that by this time of it happening I’d have a heart attack, but no. To say it one final time, I felt my heart explode. Twice. I felt her tears hitting my back as we hugged, heard muffled sniffles and a constantly tightening grip around my chest. I let myself go, I couldn't bottle up the tears anymore. I cried like I never have before, my eyes were leaking so much tears that I swear I got lightheaded. I squeezed tighter, being careful not to hurt Dashie. We both loosened the embrace until we were looking into each other’s eyes. Her normally rose colored eyes were now red and puffy, I can only imagine that mine were too.

“What now, Pops? You’re here with me in Equestria, there’s no way for you or me back to Earth.”

“We live. All that matters is we‘re together. Nothing will pull us apart again. Nothing. Not Princess Celestia, not her protege, no one.”

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I’ve been living in Equestria for just about five years now, I have my own cottage on the edge of Ponyville near the Everfree forest. I’m no more than a short minute's walk from Fluttershy’s cottage actually. Dashie’s dreams came true, she’s a Wonderbolt now, apparently she has both her memories from the television show adventures as well as the ones she shared with me on Earth. She’s frequently performing at shows, so I’d initially thought that I wouldn’t see her much, and honestly I was okay with that. Every parent must let go eventually, but she always visits me daily, always sleeping over in my cottage. Every possession I owned back on Earth was abandoned, left to be taken by either the passage of time or looters, but by some mysterious force the old photo album made it’s way into my new home. It’s magic I guess, I don’t have to explain anything. Sometimes I feel homesick but then I remember the whole reason I’m not back home: Dashie. She is my life, without her I would’ve ended my pain long ago with a six foot long rope and my chandelier.

Before her I’ve known nothing but pain, my young-adult years were filled with loss and bereavement. It will be as if I never existed, I only did in theory back on Earth. There’s just too many people there to care about just a single human being. I was a single grain of sand, my life meant nothing. No matter what I did, I would always be nothing to anything. I was one person on a planet of over seven billion people, on a planet in a galaxy of over fifty billion planets, on a galaxy of well over five hundred billion other galaxies. However with Dashie my life means something, I make her happy and she makes me happy. That's all that matters. I’m well into my forties now, I’m not an old man quite yet, but I feel it sometimes. I did not live my life in vain however, I accomplished something. I kept my parents wish, the one to be happy, especially for my Mother, but something else also. Something that resides in us but is beyond us: The Magic of Friendship.

Princess Celestia was not too pleased with me returning to Equestria. She tried many, many times to send me back to Earth, every time ending with me unharmed and in Equestria. She eventually accepted that my existence in Equestria was nothing but a fluke, the gap between our worlds was forever closed with me being the only evidence of another world. I am the first and last human in Equestria. The ponies of Ponyville were initially scared of me, an alien, but with the help of Dashie and a certain mint green unicorn, I reassured them that I don’t want to harm them. Apparently humans are a creature of myth here in Equestria, like the Loch Ness Monster or The infamous Bigfoot. Not being able to eat red meat is a bummer too, but it's not much of a problem, just a minor inconvenience. I've never had a problem with fruits, vegetables, fish, eggs, et cetera. Though I did like red meat, I'll sacrifice anything to stay with my daughter.

So here I am, sitting here on my plush couch flipping through page after page of my dusty old photo album. Pictures of Dashie’s first bath, her first words, her doodles and drawings, our baking mishaps, her first preened feathers, getting her cutie mark, all our memories together back on Earth in this book. Sadly I am not able to conduct magic, however I was offered by Celestia herself if I wanted to be a pony, weird, I know. I don't even know how that would be possible, but then again this world has magic: something Earth seemingly has none of, therefore a lot of seemingly impossible things are possible here. I just have to get used to them. I declined to offer, I wanted to differ from the norm, to be myself. Maybe I'll take her back on the offer in the future, I've always been curious about pony anatomy. I would miss my fingers, and having hooves would take lots of getting used to, but it might be a fun experience. I’ve experimented with means of flying and the closest that I’ve gotten is a sort of arm-powered wings that half-work, one day I will figure out something. I’ve been meaning to ask Twilight if she can assist me in getting a pair of wings like she did with Rarity in that old episode, Sonic Rainboom, but every time I see her I forget. I guess I really am getting old. I’d give anything to be able to fly freely in the air with Dashie. Just her, me, and the heavens above, not a care in the world about anything but each other. About my little Dashie.

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