You turn your head to see Sweetie Belle approaching you at a somewhat peppy pace; practically trotting as one hoof bounced off of the ground and then the next propelled towards it, only to once more bounce away; propelling her seemingly gargantuan equine body forward on her way. Her mane and fur did not seem to move much as a result of this bouncing, an occasional bounce coming from her purple and pink mane, but her smooth, white fur never seeming do do the same. She had her eyes closed as she hopped along her marry way, and likely would not see you normally; however her smaller body reduced the risk of being crushed, so it would be less dangerous to catch a ride on her than it would anypony else who passes by. However you would not have time to logically debate it, considering her upbeat pace and how close she already was; regardless, you began to count off positives and negatives of going with this filly to wherever she was off to.
On the one hand; she was younger, and the most compassionate of her friends. This would eliminate nearly any chance you had of her thinking of anything inappropriate or dangerous to do with you.
On the other; she was a child, and less well versed in anything dangerous she could do to you other than crushing you. On top of that, her sister was a diva and you would not be surprised if a number of stallions have, shall we say, had fun with Miss Rarity; if she was the kind of pony who came to enjoy it, then you fear what she would view as a 'fun' activity to preform with a miniaturized creature.
You have only seconds left before Sweetie Belle passes you; it was now or never and you had to choose!
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