“Dash you uh…”
>”Oh come on, Anon! Pleaaaaaase?”
>Dash gave you puppy dog eyes as she looked up at you, begging you.
>You were surprised as all Hell that she was asking this of you, she had never wanted something like this from you.
>Hell it took her about 2 weeks of warming up to you to even start cuddling, but now it seemed she was extremely comfortable around you.
>But this… Was kind of different from wanting to be cuddled.
“Well…”
>”I even have this!”
>She holds a crude makeshift helmet made out of tin-foil.
>She was serious.
>Damn it… When you showed her Star-Wars, you didn’t really think she would do THIS.”
“Oh for Celestia’s sake… Fine.”
>You take the helmet from her hands and her eyes light up with excitement and she smiles.
>”Awesome! This is going to be so fun!”
>You place the helmet on your head with a sigh… This was going to be…
>Dash bolts off to the other room and comes back a second later with a…
“Dash what is… That?”
>She is holding a small stick made out of a toilet paper tube with some tin-foil sticking out of it.
>”It’s my lightsaber!”
“Uh…”
>The smile on her face turns to a determined grin.
>”Alright Darth Vader! You can’t take my friends!”
>She holds the ‘lightsaber’ defensively in her hooves, taking what looks like a Samurai stance with it. You would be compelled to chuckle at the sight had you not been slightly confused.
>A small silence sets in before she cocks an eyebrow at you. “Well?”
>You snap out of your confusion.
“O- oh um… Luke Sky-”
>”Rainbow Skywalker!”
>...
“...Ugh… Rainbow Skywalker… Join me on the Dark Side!”
>She scowls. “I’ll never betray my friends!”
>With the most adorable battlecry ever, she suddenly bolts off toward you.
“WAIT WHAT-”
>She starts hitting you over the head with the makeshift ‘lightsaber’. It really wasn’t hard enough to hurt you that much, but still…
“Hey!”
>”I’ll stop you!”
“What in the…”
>She jumps on top of you, pulling you to the ground.
>Then, she towers over you, looking down at you with an angry smile.
>”I’m gonna have to…”
>She drops her ‘lightsaber’ next to you on the floor.
>”Stop you…” She wiggles her eyebrows at you in a seductive manner.
>Oh boy…
>Suddenly an idea forms.
“No…”
>You quickly shift your weight to where you are on top of her.
>She gasps as you hold her there, looking down into her now confused face with a smirk.
“I… Am your father!”