My little Derpy: a My Little Dashie spinoff

Now, I’m not as protective of Dinky finding about her history as Brian was with Rainbow Dash, but I am worried, because, if she finds out, she might want to go back to Equestria and see her friends. And I don’t think Celestia wants to deal with another human after the trouble Brian caused.

I know it would make her happy, but… I can’t do it. I have been taking care of Dinky for a year now, and we’ve celebrated her birthday, which also happened to be the day I got my driver’s license. I guess Dinky has brought me luck these past twelve months.

It’s early, but I think Dinky deserves to know where she’s from. I turned on Netflix on my iPad and let her watch the only episode of the show when she spoke and was called by name. I went downstairs and got a glass of water for Dinky, and when I came back up to my room, my heart EXPLODED with joy. Dinky wasn’t sad at ALL, she was enjoying the show, laughing, smiling.

“Thank you, daddy,” she laughed once more, possibly at Pinkie Pie’s antics. “I love you.”

My heart exploded. Not only did she call me “daddy” for the first time, she said she loved me. I hugged her.

“You’re welcome, Dinky,” a tear of happiness streaked down my face. “I love you, too.”

We sat on my bed and watched the show. Being a brony, I was able to answer all her questions about the show. Why Twilight had a horn AND wings, why Luna looked sad at random times, even who the cross-eyed mare in the background was.

But there was one question that could not answer.

“Can I go there?” Dinky looked me in the eyes, pleading.

“I don’t know. I’ll have to ask Rainbow Dash if she can ask Princess Celestia if I can stay.”

Dinky’s ears went down. “So… is that a no?”

I hugged Dinky. “Of course, not Dinky, it’s a maybe, and hopefully a yes.”

Dinky perked up. “Thank you, Daddy.”