My little Derpy: a My Little Dashie spinoff

It’s been two years since Dinky asked to go to Equestria, and Celestia said yes, we can go to Equestria! Dinky’s home!

Her… home…

Home…

I would miss earth, and even though Dinky’s only been gone a few days, Equestrian time, she was SO exited. The eight-year-old Pegasus kept doing back-flips and barrel rolls in the air.

“Calm down, Derpy,” I said, using nickname because she was acting, well… derpy. “We don’t need any unwanted attention. Dinky derped yet again and stopped, but not soon enough. She slammed face-first into a lamp post.

“Dinky are you okay?”

She gave me the hooves-up, signaling that she was fine.

She stood up, her eyes once again askew.

I shook my head as we walked through the portal. An extreme feeling of nausea came over me.

After a few seconds, we were in a castle, Celestia standing over me and Dinky. I stood up and bowed. So did Dinky.

“Hello, Miss Doo,” Celestia said to Dinky.

She turned to me. “And you are?”

“Derrick Doo,” I said. “I’ve been taking care of Dinky here for 3 earth years.”

Dinky spoke up, “Umm… Dad, would you”

“Yes,” I tuned to Celestia. “Can you turn me into a pony, your majesty?”

“Yes, in fact, I can,” Celestia touched my forehead with her horn, and turned me into a grey Pegasus with a short blue mane with streaks of red at the tips, and my cutie mark was a piece of paper and a quill.

“Thank you, Princess.”