I Miss You Dashie

A/N: Please read How did I Get Here, by k12314 before going any further. You WILL get completely lost if you do not. Sooooooo worth the time... I’ve been having writers block, so I just read stories for a while. Sorry this chapter is complete crap. Big thanks to Fluttrick for his support, and now, I present, DA NEXT CHAPTER!!!

Ponyville came into sights. We were walking towards the town, hopefully to find the other Elements of Harmony. Based on my knowledge of the Mane Six, here’s what I expected.

Applejack will (1) get all lazy, or maybe (2) go and buck every tree in Sweet Apple Acres and hoard the apples

Rarity might just (1) burn her mane off and marry Prince Blueblood, or (2) shut down Carousel Boutique, run to Chineigh, and make a living selling egg rolls on a stick.

Pinkie...  I don’t even want to think about Pinkamena anymore...

Twilight will (1)go crazy,(2)go crazy,(3)go crazy,(4)go crazy, or(5)go crazy. Your choice.

Dashie hit me with a rock for the third tome today. Her mind was still in the “fifteen-year-old tomboy” mode, mind you.

“I swear, if you don’t get it big time, may I be struck by...”

I trailed off, noticing the thunderhead Dash was resting on, with an evil grin on her face. Then I got an idea.

“A telephone call booth!”

Of course, this is the part of the story when

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Da BUCK, PINKIE?!?!?!?!

Ooh, ooh, ooh,  hi readers! I am Pinkie Pie. And I am here to tell you a story. Once upon a time, Ditzy Doo walked into Sugarcube Corner. She gave me this weird box that had a bunch of stuff inside. The paper felt like felt. I love felt. Like, one time, I was making felt hearts for Hearts and Hooves Day, and I accidentally made one wrong. So I cut it up into confetti. Remember, always have a 3:2 ratio of streamers to confetti. Because it’s not a party without streamers! And cupcakes, and

AGHHHHHHHHHHH! Pinkie, please! I’m trying to write a story. So please fix the fourth wall now...

Of course, this is the part of the story when I get hit in the head by TARDIS, the magic, dimension-warping 1980’s call booth. Dash was laughing like a maniac.

“Sh*t! What was that?”

“A telephone call booth...”

I almost forgot that Fluttershy was there. But that left my mind as I saw who stepped out. Ditzy Doo. The Doctor. A human I didn’t know. And Rainbow Dash. I noticed this Rainbow Dash was slightly larger than Dashie. My Dash saw it too, and jumped down and ran to my legs. The Doctor looked around, dusted himself off, and stared. At me. At the fifteen-year-old mare clinging to my legs. Then at the human over there. With the older Dash holding his hand.

“Awkward... well.” the Doctor said,”The only reason we are here is because TARDIS here needs some fixing. But this could turn out interesting. I am the Doctor. Who are you? Never mind. I already know. Interesting relationship here with the ponies. Oh well, I guess we must help in this dire predicament. This,” gesturing to the man, “is Kyle. Over there is Ditzy, and, as you know, that is Rainbow Dash. I believe you and Kyle over there have some stories to swap.”

Kyle stepped forward. “I think I’ll call you Francis. You look like a Francis. Don’t argue. I’m calling you Francis. Anyways, I came here to Equestria on accident, through a time-space rip while skydiving. I now live in a cloud home with my loving pony-wife, Rainbow Dash. I bear the element of love, and we have adopted Scootaloo.

But that is a generalization, so I will go into specifics later. So, what’s your story?”

“Well, let’s see. I am an orphan. I found Dash in a box on the side of the road. She was only like, four or five at the time. So I took her in. I raised her for fifteen years, and the Other Mane Six found her and took her back. I thought I had come to accept it, but there was always something missing. The void grew everyday. And I broke down. I got over it eventually, of course, but I never stopped missing her. But, Dash came back, and now, I am in Equestria, trying to get the Elements of Harmony back together. but right now, I don’t think I have much to offer in way of making a dent in the chaos in Equestr- wait. Did you say YOU were an Element?”

“Yeah. Love.”

The Doctor stepped in.

“Now, Francis. I think there is something here greater than you know. You DO have influence here, and a huge one at that. I also know that I am not needed here. But, Kyle is. And so are you.”

“ME TOO? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE?”

The Doctor looked amused, and said,

“Go away, Pinkie.”

He snapped his hoof, Celestia knows how, and Pinkie disappeared. But she did get a word in.

“Well, it’s nice to see all you guys again.Good luck on the thing, Francis! KTHNKSBAI!”

“Gah, that mare is always popping up everywhere.” The Doctor looked exasperated. “I really must figure out how she does that. It could be vital to my research.”

The entire time, we forgot about the two rainbow-and-cyan mares wrestling themselves to the ground. The younger Dash was being pounded to a pulp, unable and unwilling to fight back against the sheer superiority in age and weight.

“Whoa girls!” said Kyle. “Calm down.”

Dash came back to my side, bleeding from the lip, and the other Dash came to Kyle.

“So,” said the older Dash, “why am I over there, young, bleeding, and bruised, clinging to a man I don’t know like he’s my daddy?”

“WERE YOU NOT LISTENING THE ENTIRE TIME?”

“No.”

“Well, first, you BEAT HER TO A BLOODY PULP!”

I took a deep breath, and calmed myself down.

“As for the other thing, I am your daddy. Technically. At the very least, I am HER dad, for fifteen years of our lives. She is softer, and more compassionate than you, and I feel that that is how I came to call her my daughter. She is compassionate, caring, and loyal to a fault. She is strong, but she has a heart. And,” I added, my anger coming back full force, “SHE IS NOT A COMPLETE BITCH!”