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- > You are Anon the Applebloom Temp-Dad
- > Really can't say no to any of the Crusaders.
- > Sometimes you regret this.
- > But not tonight.
- > While Applebloom has many good poneis that love and care for her, none of them are parents.
- > And for her to ask you to fill that role, even for just a night...
- > It stirs something in your heart.
- > Something painful. Something joyous.
- > You don't know what this feel is, but you do know that there isn't anywhere in all of existence that you'd rather be.
- > You are exactly where you want to be.
- > In Ponyville Town Hall, ears full of child friendly music, dancing with the Apple filly.
- > You're mostly flailing, badly imitating things you saw in music videos what feels like a lifetime ago.
- > Applebloom is keeping up with you, bouncing and stamping with the endless energy of the young.
- > And she's smiling.
- > Partly at how bad you are. Partly at how bad she is. Partly from being able to share bad dancing with someone.
- > It makes your heart melt.
- > Her smile is so honest and innocent.
- > It lights up her face in a show of joy that makes you forget the hardships of your life and be happy in this moment.
- > But the night has gotten late and there is only one more song.
- > A slow dance song to give everyone a chance to cool down before they head out into the night chill.
- > All the other fathers begin to lead their girls through the slow steps, supporting and guiding them through the song.
- > And you can't.
- > All the other songs you two could just flail and stomp in time with each other.
- > But you can't do that here.
- > You're close to four times Appleblooms height.
- > It is physically impossible for the two of you to do this dance as ponies do.
- > And she knows it too.
- > These are the last moments of your time acting as her father and you can't perform the final dance together.
- > Her smile dies as she watches the other fillies dancing with their fathers.
- > There are no tears but the unspoken sadness in her eyes is like a knife twisting in your heart.
- > You can't let it end like this.
- > Bending down, you reach your arms around Applebloom.
- > Deftly you pick her up, keeping her simple dress from getting in the way.
- > She gives a start as you lift her but relaxes after a moment.
- > You hold her to your chest and begin to move in time with the music.
- > Slow and gentle, you rock from side to side with the music.
- > Applebloom snuggles into your torso and rests her chin on your shoulder.
- > She closes her eyes and the corners of her mouth pull up.
- > The filly is warm in your arms
- > A pleasant, comforting weight.
- > All too soon the song ends and it's time to go.
- > Applebloom is half asleep in your arms.
- > Rather than disturb her you just head for the farm.
- > A wall of chill air hits as you exit the town hall.
- > Bloom wriggles closer into your chest.
- > The night is cold but you keep each other warm through the walk.
- > Big Mac is reading on the couch when you get to the farmstead.
- > When he looks up you just raise your index finger over your lips.
- > He gives you a nod and a smile.
- > Applebloom gives a small whine as you let go of her to slip off her dress and tuck her into bed.
- > You gently stroke her mane and give her a peck on the forehead.
- "Goodnight, Applebloom. Sleep well."
- > She shifts the blanket tighter around herself.
- > "G'night, dad."
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