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The Long and Short of It (RGRE) Part 8

By SQA-non
Created: 2025-11-11 02:24:59
Updated: 2025-11-11 02:25:57
Expiry: Never
anonocromance/rgre/nsfwcomedyreversed gender roles equestriaanonstallion

  1. 1.
    AKA A Guardsmare Of Half Height And Double Spirit Finds Love Twice As Tall And Thrice As Strong: A Reverse Gender Roles Equestria Story of Epic Proportions And Minuscule Stature
  2. 2.
    Special thanks to Comfy, Uh-hmmm, Ephemeral, ScribblesAnon, APA, Engie, HotKinkajou, LaP, Rot, Editfag, QoC, Bobbles, and Shu for all the help making this story what it is.
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    And and super special thanks to NigNogs for the top tier fan art, and de facto cover art, which can be viewed here: ponybooru.org/images/33009?q=artist%3Anignogs
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  5. 5.
    >”I thought you said you weren’t afraid of heights?”
  6. 6.
    >And you, Anonymous, aren’t.
  7. 7.
    >You’re just having perfectly natural reservations about stepping off this wonderful airship made of wood onto a platform made of water vapor.
  8. 8.
    >For the third time, you check the talisman around your neck.
  9. 9.
    >Yep, still there.
  10. 10.
    “Just, give me a moment, okay?”
  11. 11.
    >You can hear Pike’s exasperated sigh from behind you, and you can’t blame her.
  12. 12.
    >In the back of your mind, you know she’d already given you plenty of minutes.
  13. 13.
    >Twenty, in fact.
  14. 14.
    >”You leave me no choice, Anon.”
  15. 15.
    >Her solemn tone spikes your already high anxiety.
  16. 16.
    “What—”
  17. 17.
    >Your question is cut off as it hits you.
  18. 18.
    >Or, to be more accurate, SHE hits you.
  19. 19.
    >With a swing of her mighty bat wing, she spanks you clean on the ass.
  20. 20.
    >You yelp as your horse reflexes take over, sprinting full speed off the ship and onto Cloudsdale station.
  21. 21.
    >The rush only carries you a few feet, but that’s more than enough.
  22. 22.
    >A small canter for man, and nothing really for mankind.
  23. 23.
    >But you’ve left the ground behind in a way no human could ever dream of.
  24. 24.
    >You’re standing on a /cloud/.
  25. 25.
    >And your first thoughts on the matter?
  26. 26.
    >Silken was right, this IS comfortable! Cushioned enough to be nice on the hooves without feeling like you're walking on a mattress.
  27. 27.
    >Aw damn, you can’t let yourself get distracted here!
  28. 28.
    >Pike just smacked you on the ass, /in public/. Are you really going to let that go unchallenged?
  29. 29.
    >Looking back over your shoulder, you hope you’re not still blushing.
  30. 30.
    You try to sound cool, husky even, “Oh? In public? Kinky.”
  31. 31.
    >Pike snorts at your unconvincing delivery.
  32. 32.
    >”Oh yeah. Could you imagine if Cut was here to see that?”
  33. 33.
    >You laugh at the mental image.
  34. 34.
    >...You wish she were here, too.
  35. 35.
    >She’d at least been able to see the two of you off at the station, and you got to listen to her nerd out about airships a little.
  36. 36.
    >”I was really into them when I was a little filly,” she’d said. “I still remember a bunch of the facts!” Then she got all cutely self-conscious, “T-too many of the facts, really.”
  37. 37.
    >You replied that you thought it was cute, and when she bashfully brushed that off, you upgraded it to “sexy.”
  38. 38.
    >She had to have known you were pulling her leg, but she was still so hot and bothered that she almost tripped over her own hooves as she walked away.
  39. 39.
    >So yeah, if she saw Pike smack your ass in broad daylight, you’d bet her reaction would be...
  40. 40.
    “Heart attack. She’d have a heart attack.”
  41. 41.
    >Pike laughed as she joined you on the foreign surface.
  42. 42.
    >Her own cloudwalking talisman blazed to life as she took in the sights around you with wonder.
  43. 43.
    >”It's crazy but... I don’t think I’ve been back here since my family went to a Wonderbolts show when I was a filly. It's actually bigger than I remember.”
  44. 44.
    “Sure, you haven’t just gotten smaller?”
  45. 45.
    >She looks up at you, unamused.
  46. 46.
    >”Oh ha ha. See up there?”
  47. 47.
    >She points to a distant district, further up the vertically inclined city.
  48. 48.
    >Goddamn! It's got a whole waterfall of rainbows coming out of it!
  49. 49.
    >”That’s all new. The weather business must be booming.”
  50. 50.
    >You laugh to yourself, what a sublime scam that’d be back on Earth.
  51. 51.
    >Selling the weather! Yeah, you’d bet that business would boom.
  52. 52.
    >A familiar smirk starts to play on her lips as her eyes jump from building to building.
  53. 53.
    >”Say, did I ever tell you why Pegasi like columns so much?”
  54. 54.
    >/Like/ is an understatement.
  55. 55.
    >You’d presumed the decor of that bathhouse you went to was unique, but apparently, Greek pastiche is Pegasi chic.
  56. 56.
    >Columns, columns everywhere.
  57. 57.
    >You’ve lived in Equestria long enough that you already have a pretty solid guess at where this is going, but you wouldn’t /dream/ of denying Pike the satisfaction of revealing it herself.
  58. 58.
    “Why’s that, Pike?”
  59. 59.
    >Her smile grows.
  60. 60.
    >”Two words: phallic symbol.”
  61. 61.
    >You laugh so hard that you snort.
  62. 62.
    >Yep, that's what you expected, but the mental image of Cloudsdale’s founders eagerly building giant dicks on every property is no less amusing.
  63. 63.
    “You really think so?” you ask, only half joking.
  64. 64.
    >She made a face like she was deep in thought, but you can tell she’s not.
  65. 65.
    >”Most historians agree they were compensating for something, and as a /learned/ pony myself, I concur."
  66. 66.
    >Seesh, if she wasn’t hamming it up so much, you might’ve bought this.
  67. 67.
    >It is funny that this so-called “phallic” architecture has managed to persist despite the gender pecking order being flipped.
  68. 68.
    >You never really gave a shit about the context for it back on Earth, but here...
  69. 69.
    “A whole town? What could they have been compensating for?”
  70. 70.
    >”A /terminal/ lack of dick.”
  71. 71.
    >You laugh again, this time hard enough that it draws a few stares.
  72. 72.
    >The abject desperation on display in that locker room you bumbled into comes to mind.
  73. 73.
    “No wonder this is the Wonderbolt’s hometown.”
  74. 74.
    >As soon as you mention them, you spot your first destination: Cloudsdale Arena, home of the ‘Bolts.
  75. 75.
    >The humongous structure dominates the right side of the city, just as fluffy and colosseum-like as it had been when it’d drifted over to Canterlot.
  76. 76.
    >But the arena itself isn’t what’s got you interested this time.
  77. 77.
    >The Wonderbolts might be a flight troupe, but a lot of ponies still treated their shows like sporting events.
  78. 78.
    >And while they might not have cars and trucks, Pegasi still found a way to reinvent the time-honored tradition of tailgating.
  79. 79.
    >After all, what’s the point of a house that can move if you never move it?
  80. 80.
    >You can see them now: clusters of floating cloudhouses, and the ragers they hold spilling out into the space between them.
  81. 81.
    >Jackpot! You had no idea what was going on at the stadium today, but whatever it was, it couldn’t have come at a better time.
  82. 82.
    >You set off immediately, not wanting this opportunity to slip through your lack of fingers.
  83. 83.
    >Pike’s hot on your trail, of course, struggling to keep up thanks to your substantially larger gait.
  84. 84.
    >”Woah, hey! Where are you going?”
  85. 85.
    >Without breaking your stride, you point towards the houses.
  86. 86.
    >Look how good you’ve gotten at being a quadruped.
  87. 87.
    “There. If we hurry, we can get there before any of the fanatics clear out.”
  88. 88.
    >Eventually Pike gives up cantering after you and takes wing instead, drifting along beside you.
  89. 89.
    >”And why would we want to do that? Wouldn’t you rather see some sights or something?”
  90. 90.
    >That /had/ been the plan... but you can’t forget why you’re here.
  91. 91.
    “And miss this chance? No way /junior/ investigator Pike!”
  92. 92.
    >”What!?” she cries, evidently chuffed. “Who’re you calling JUNIOR investigator?”
  93. 93.
    “You! I’m the experienced journalist here, so I’m deputizing you as my junior investigator.”
  94. 94.
    >She rolls her eyes. The fact that she can keep flying straight as she does never fails to impress you.
  95. 95.
    >”Anon, you know as a member of the guard I’m a /trained/ investigator, right?”
  96. 96.
    >Now you’re the one chuffed.
  97. 97.
    “Of course I knew that! But your investigations /help/ people. Journalist investigations are for /ruining lives/, it's a totally different process!”
  98. 98.
    >For a moment, earnest concern breaks through the joking atmosphere.
  99. 99.
    >”You don’t... actually feel that way about your job, do you?”
  100. 100.
    >Before you can answer that question, you reach the tailgate party.
  101. 101.
    >And realize a small, possibly infinitesimally small, flaw in your plan.
  102. 102.
    >The houses are floating in the air.
  103. 103.
    >And you can’t fly.
  104. 104.
    “Saaaaaay, hon. How would you feel about doing the marehandling for once?”
  105. 105.
    >A familiar fanged grin takes shape.
  106. 106.
    >”Anon, are you asking me to /swoop/ you?”
  107. 107.
     
  108. 108.
     
  109. 109.
    >Anon owes you for this.
  110. 110.
    >You /can/ do it, of course, your wing strength is unmatched.
  111. 111.
    >And you’ve always wanted to live out the bat pony fantasy of swooping down and carrying him away into the night.
  112. 112.
    >But he’s still one BIG unicorn, and you’re but one [spoiler]little[/spoiler] mare.
  113. 113.
    >”Set me down right there,” he says, gesturing to a house where the party is the thickest.
  114. 114.
    >Thank Luna, it’s close.
  115. 115.
    >You tighten your grip around his barrel for the final descent.
  116. 116.
    >It ought to be sexy, being on his back like this.
  117. 117.
    >No such luck for you.
  118. 118.
    >Thankfully, before too much longer, his hooves touch down on somepony’s front lawn, and you’re free to let him go.
  119. 119.
    >And let loose your own sigh of relief as well.
  120. 120.
    >Then, you recall something.
  121. 121.
    “Hey, can’t you teleport!?”
  122. 122.
    >He casts a side eye across the considerable space between here and the streets below.
  123. 123.
    >”Would you really have trusted me to get us up here in one piece? Because I wouldn’t.”
  124. 124.
    >Hm, you suppose not.
  125. 125.
    “So what are we doing up here anyway?”
  126. 126.
    >He looks the building up and down, sizing up the party.
  127. 127.
    >”Inside there are probably two dozen ponies with an encyclopedic knowledge of the Wonderbolts that rivals Cut’s knowledge of manga. We just need to find them and grill them for everything they know about Wind Rider’s tenure.”
  128. 128.
    >Not exactly how you wanted to spend the day, but it seems easy enough.
  129. 129.
    >Anon’s never been big on parties like these, twenty minutes and he’ll probably be begging you to get him out of here.
  130. 130.
    >Then you can try to get his mind off this “epic revenge quest.”
  131. 131.
    >”I’ll try talking to the unenthused husbands, you go for the mares. Play to each of our strengths.”
  132. 132.
    >Again, it seems easy enough.
  133. 133.
    >But for a reason you can’t place, you’re starting to feel some sort of dread building inside you.
  134. 134.
    >Like you really, REALLY shouldn’t go in there.
  135. 135.
    >”Let’s meet back out here in say... two hours? Unless we find each other before.”
  136. 136.
    “Anon I’m—”
  137. 137.
    >”AAAAnd break!” he cries, rushing off into the fray.
  138. 138.
    >Even being nearly a head taller than most of the other ponies in attendance, he still vanishes into the crowd just moments after entering it.
  139. 139.
    >Great.
  140. 140.
    >You suppose that leaves you with only one option: heading in yourself.
  141. 141.
    >With a deep breath to suppress the growing unease you have at this plan, you put one hoof in front of the other and step into the house.
  142. 142.
    >You’ve been to one or two Pegasus tailgates before.
  143. 143.
    >They’re loud, crowded, and with a healthy mix of middle-aged married mares and young bachelorettes.
  144. 144.
    >All united by their love of drinking and watching other ponies work MUCH harder than them.
  145. 145.
    >This one is no different.
  146. 146.
    > It's a whole family-sized house they’ve dragged over here, and now it's filled with so many Pegasi that it's become standing room only.
  147. 147.
    >No, not even. Standing room implies you’re not running the risk of having a drifter accidentally kick your face in by standing here.
  148. 148.
    >Well, a pony of average height would be running that risk. For once, your stature is a boon.
  149. 149.
    >It makes it especially easy to move through the party, slipping between ponies like it's nothing.
  150. 150.
    >A little ways in, you start to wonder why you were feeling so worried.
  151. 151.
    >This is your element! You can feel the energy of the party charging you up.
  152. 152.
    >On the far side of the room, there’s a group of mares playing cider pong, and that familiar arena is calling your name.
  153. 153.
    >Pulling up in short order, you call out.
  154. 154.
    “I’ve got next!”
  155. 155.
    >”Great timing,” says an obvious bachelorette in a backwards baseball cap. “Cloud was just looking for a new partner.”
  156. 156.
    >The mare in question, a blue pegasus, nods her head in greeting as you take your place at her side, “My old partner’s stuck paying the troll toll.”
  157. 157.
    >You peek under the table, and sure enough, there’s a miserable-looking yellow pegasus under there nursing her drink.
  158. 158.
    >”Uh, hi,” she says.
  159. 159.
    >You lift your gaze back above the table without acknowledging her, as is custom.
  160. 160.
    “So we’re playing Appleloosan rules?”
  161. 161.
    >”Yep,” says the mare in the hat. “It’s the one thing those Earth ponies got right.”
  162. 162.
    >”Preach,” says her partner.
  163. 163.
    >And thank Luna for that, Cloudsdale rules take FOREVER.
  164. 164.
    >Whoever decided to legalize interference via air currents was a madmare.
  165. 165.
    >The mare in the hat points to herself, “Squall.” And to her partner, “Yaw.”
  166. 166.
    >You likewise answer in kind.
  167. 167.
    “Pike.”
  168. 168.
    >And like that, the game’s begun.
  169. 169.
     
  170. 170.
     
  171. 171.
    >Fighting your way through the mass of ponies, you eventually make it to the second floor.
  172. 172.
    >You’re honestly surprised the party’s allowed to go this deep into the house.
  173. 173.
    >You could never host something like this!
  174. 174.
    >THIS many strangers having open access to your entire living place?
  175. 175.
    >You’d spend the whole party bugging out of your mind.
  176. 176.
    >You still might, considering the amount of feathers you’ve felt “accidentally” brush your sack.
  177. 177.
    >They’re at least soft, but that isn’t much of a comfort.
  178. 178.
    >This whole thing is blurring the lines between “frat party” and “tailgate”, and you are /painfully/ aware how unsafe you are at the former.
  179. 179.
    >No less than three mares have tried handing you a drink, and you’ve dumped them out each time.
  180. 180.
    >The first one started sizzling as it hit the cloud floor, so you have NO desire to put anything you acquire here into your body.
  181. 181.
    >But it's still a tailgate, there’s gotta be SOME bored husbands here with their wives who just want to grill!
  182. 182.
    >Where are they hiding!?
  183. 183.
    >”Anon!? Anon, is that you?” a voice shouts over the near-deafening sounds of partying.
  184. 184.
    >Surprisingly, you recognize it, though you can’t recall from where.
  185. 185.
    >”A-Anon! Over here!”
  186. 186.
    >Finally, you pin down the source.
  187. 187.
    >Off the foyer that takes up most of the second floor, is a small rec room.
  188. 188.
    >In the corner of that room, obviously uncomfortable with the party, is a familiar peach pegasus.
  189. 189.
    “Well if it ain’t my eyes and ears! Seashell!” you shout, trotting over the crowd towards her.
  190. 190.
    >She blushes at the nickname you gave her.
  191. 191.
    >”That’s me!” she says awkwardly.
  192. 192.
    >You give her a genuine smile back.
  193. 193.
    >Face to face with one of your best sources, what are the odds?
  194. 194.
    “I haven’t seen you since... since I broke into Canterlot castle!”
  195. 195.
    >Jeez, has it really been that long?
  196. 196.
    >Feels like that was ages ago!
  197. 197.
    >”Oh yeah! Thanks for that shoutout you gave me in the article. And all those hoofpics...”
  198. 198.
    Your smile turns brittle. “Don’t mention it!”
  199. 199.
    >Really, you hope she doesn’t mention it.
  200. 200.
    >After Pike told you hoof fetishists actually exist in Equestria, trading hoofpics for information doesn’t seem as sweet a deal as it once did.
  201. 201.
    >You’ll still DO it, of course, but you don’t like to think about it.
  202. 202.
    “Say, do you think you could help me with something again?”
  203. 203.
    >Her eyes shine.
  204. 204.
    >”Of course, m’lord! Name it!”
  205. 205.
    “This party’s nice and all, but I think I’m looking for a little guy time. Know where all the stallions are at?”
  206. 206.
    >She laughs, “I always do!”
  207. 207.
    >It takes you a moment to process what she actually said.
  208. 208.
    “Uh—”
  209. 209.
    >And mere moments later, she realizes just what she said as well.
  210. 210.
    >”That- that came out wrong! I meant I just happen to at this specific moment. Yes!”
  211. 211.
    >You wisely decide not to dwell on it.
  212. 212.
    “Lead the way.”
  213. 213.
     
  214. 214.
     
  215. 215.
    “Bat in the belfry.”
  216. 216.
    >Oh yeah, you are HOT!
  217. 217.
    >That’s your third cup in a row.
  218. 218.
    >Squall curses under her breath, quickly downing the cup’s contents, “Of course, the bat would land that.”
  219. 219.
    >You puff out your chestfluff in a show of tribal pride.
  220. 220.
    >This really is your element.
  221. 221.
    >Cloud nods appreciatively, lining up her own shot.
  222. 222.
    >”So what brings a bat like you up here?” asks Yaw. “Figured you thincoats would find the altitude too chilly this time of year.”
  223. 223.
    >It is bucking freezing, but you’re not gonna let her know that.
  224. 224.
    “My coltfriend wanted to see the ‘bolts,” you half lied. “He’s keeping me nice and warm if you catch my drift.”
  225. 225.
    >The others laugh along.
  226. 226.
    >This feels so familiar, almost weirdly so.
  227. 227.
    >This social climate, these interactions, it's just like how hanging out with your squad was before you met Anon.
  228. 228.
    >Between this and taking command at the market, maybe you were worried about nothing.
  229. 229.
    >Maybe you haven’t changed that much.
  230. 230.
    >”Must be nice,” says Yaw, “Getting some dick AND getting to eye all those packages on the side.”
  231. 231.
    >Woah wait, hold on—
  232. 232.
    >”Yeah, did you see Soarin’s flightsuit? They must have stuck him in one a size too small. I could practically see the veins,” Cloud adds.
  233. 233.
    >Yaw shakes her head. “My eyes were on that new Thunderlane guy. You hear he’s a virgin?”
  234. 234.
    >Squall laughs, “A virgin? Did you see the socks he was wearing in that playpony shoot? As-if!”
  235. 235.
    >Luna, you have changed.
  236. 236.
    >This is vile! You can’t believe you used to talk about stallions like this!
  237. 237.
    >Oh no, they’re all looking at you!
  238. 238.
    >Anon’s counting on you for information, you can’t tell them to just buck off!
  239. 239.
    >What would the old you say?
  240. 240.
    ”Silver Lining’s pretty hot.”
  241. 241.
    >A general murmur of affirmation passes between the group, and Squall and Yaw prep their shots.
  242. 242.
    >The conversation, and the game, continue from there.
  243. 243.
    >However, you’re finding it far harder to stay invested in either.
  244. 244.
    >You understand why you didn’t want to come here now.
  245. 245.
    >This is your realm of the old you.
  246. 246.
    >The you who felt like she had to be as marecho as possible every moment.
  247. 247.
    >The you who feels more forced every second you spend in this place.
  248. 248.
    >The game is thankfully nearing its end, and your interest in staying here along with it.
  249. 249.
    >But you ought not to leave here totally empty hoofed.
  250. 250.
    >Sensing a perfect opportunity to steer the conversation, you strike.
  251. 251.
    “What about that Wind Rider guy? He seemed like he’d be a catch back in the day.”
  252. 252.
    >Squall tosses a shot that lands in a lone cup to the side.
  253. 253.
    >”Buffalo Trace,” she calls, and you dump the cup’s contents on your head, as is custom.
  254. 254.
    >”Nah,” says Yaw. “He was crazy even back then.”
  255. 255.
    “Oh really?”
  256. 256.
    >Cloud buts in, “Really. Between the second and seventh years of his tenure, he filed one hundred and seventy-five separate complaints. Even tried to get a few mares kicked off the team.”
  257. 257.
    >Anon mentioned something like that!
  258. 258.
    >He also mentioned none of the details were expunged from the record.
  259. 259.
    “What about? Do you know?”
  260. 260.
    >”The manure stallions always complain about,” says Yaw as she makes her shot. “Sexual misconduct, sexual harassment, he even claimed one of his wingmares threatened to clip his primaries.”
  261. 261.
    >”All unsubstantiated, of course. Crazy bastard,” adds Squall. “That’s why none of them ever went anywhere.”
  262. 262.
    >You recall all the various office encounters Anon has vented to you about, and his own encounter with the Wonderbolts.
  263. 263.
    >You’d bet your fangs most of those complaints were true then.
  264. 264.
    >And the thing about his primaries?
  265. 265.
    >Luna... that’s just awful.
  266. 266.
    >You shoot the ball, and just barely nail a cup.
  267. 267.
    >There’s a solid chance there was a callout for it, but you don’t even bother.
  268. 268.
    “Why’d he stop after the seventh year?”
  269. 269.
    >Squall scoffs, “Finally realized that trying to step on his wingmares wasn’t going to make his career. He did some of his best flying after that, even set that record that ended up getting him discharged.”
  270. 270.
    >Cloud takes a shot, and you realize it's already your turn again.
  271. 271.
    >”Why’d anypony pretend to be surprised that happened again?” asked Cloud. “Everypony knew he was just a misogynist.”
  272. 272.
    >You sink the last cup.
  273. 273.
    >The others all say what a good game that was, and invite you to play again.
  274. 274.
    >You decline, you don’t really have the stomach for it.
  275. 275.
    >In a daze, you exit the party.
  276. 276.
    >You suppose you got exactly what Anon wanted, a solid lead to follow up on.
  277. 277.
    >But what a horrible realization to have.
  278. 278.
    >If your mom had been here, she’d have been right there agreeing with those mares.
  279. 279.
    >Heck, you would have too just a few years ago.
  280. 280.
    >And that same attitude is what let all that happen in the first place!
  281. 281.
    >Just what have you been enabling all these ye—
  282. 282.
    >The sound of breaking glass equally shatters your thoughts.
  283. 283.
    >There, flying out of the window, is Anon.
  284. 284.
    >You shriek as he falls, and rush to catch him.
  285. 285.
    >But you're not fast enough.
  286. 286.
    >Instead, he hits the ground /hard/ and... bounces.
  287. 287.
    >Oh right, this is all cloud.
  288. 288.
    >He awkwardly rights himself in the air and lands on his hooves.
  289. 289.
    >As you run up to him, you’re only barely able to stop yourself from socking him for scaring you like that.
  290. 290.
    “ANON!? What the heck did you do that for?!”
  291. 291.
    >”Pike!” he says, eyes wild. “This was a total bust! We’ve got to get the hell out of here!”
  292. 292.
    >A distant voice cries from the shattered window, “M’lord? M’lord, where did you go?”
  293. 293.
    >He doesn’t comment on it.
  294. 294.
    >”All these stallions want to do is /fangirl/ about the flyers, they don’t know a damn thing about ‘em!”
  295. 295.
    >He leans in close, whispering as if somepony might hear.
  296. 296.
    >”They kept asking me which mare I thought I’d have “the most beautiful foals” with. Who the fuck does that!? Please tell me you at least found something.”
  297. 297.
    >The voice calls from the window again, and his head shoots up.
  298. 298.
    >”But tell me later. We need to get— you know what? Fuck it. I’m teleporting us.”
  299. 299.
    >Your mind struggles to catch up with all the information being dumped on you.
  300. 300.
    >Then, his last words finally clicked.
  301. 301.
    >His earlier warning shoots to the front of your mind, giving your stomach just enough time to drop into your hooves as his horn lights up.
  302. 302.
    “Wait Ano—!”

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