Short Shorts

by Coranth

211. Mare.

“Here I thought a real mare led our platoon, but turns out you were as weak as you were small all along. I bet you were the little spoon the night you met him!”

Pike wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She could feel the tears at the edges of her eyes.

‘I am a real mare! I am!’

‘I—’

At her distress, The Prince stepped down from his Throne - stepped over her, in fact, enveloping her in his power like a shield - and suddenly she realized why and her breath hitched in her throat. He was going to speak and at that moment, fear gripped her guts; like the character Black Bolt in that fictional comic he'd shown her, for the Prince to speak aloud, that was disaster as his power was so great his voice could crack open the planet... "Nononon--!" she started, frantically, but a the hoof against her muzzle, the smile he gave, the look in his eye, all were gentle; the power in his gaze stating, 'I've got this.' Pike went silent, praying as the Prince, her Prince, stood over her, resplendent in his finery and technology.

"You come into my house, eat of my food, partake of my many wonders... and then have the gall, the sheer audacity to insult my mare?" he hissed, the power laced behind each word physically lashing them like a whip. "What you deem 'colty'" and here he spoke normally, his power pressing Pikes family against the wall of the room, "to me is the behaviour of a proper, good mare; as where I am from the gender-roles are reversed! IF MY mare wishes to cook for me a lovely meal, then that is what she will do! IF MY mare wishes to start and grow a garden of flowering pretty things or of vegetables and fruits we might eat, then that is what she will do! If MY mare wishes to wear fine dresses, sing songs as she will, and do the things you consider to be 'colty' then I will not bat an eye because to me she is being what she in my eyes should be, a mare. A good, and proper mare. You shame my mare and house with your venomous tongues! Now.... BEGONE!"

That last word had rumbled through them as if a muted thunderclap, had crushed her Mother and Astral Blade flat against the floor; then a moment later in horror they ran, terrified. Pike... poor Pike... her mind roiling with emotion, she watched as they fled. Her Mother turned back, glared hatefully, but even as she did, her Prince whinnied, reared, snarled! then there was the thunderous STOMP as his forehooves returned to the Earth. Beneath him, in awe, sadness, wonder, her mind all over the place, Pike quivered, trembled -- then Prince Auryn sat, gathered her tiny body against him as she turned unto him, pressed her head into his chest fluff and bawled like a foal.

Comments

[Liaf112]

gonna be honest wasn't expecting to read this right after the actual chapter of the story. lol.

[Coranth]

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I know, but... eh, I had to do a response-short; some of these RGRE fics I find to be really "iffy"; all I can think of is horrible, hardcore feminists "feminizing" men and little boys when I read some of them -- and these horrible women DO exist, they are out there. No boys clothes, no awesome Tonka Trucks. Nightmare fuel.