You bit down hard, but not hard enough to break the skin, on the hoof. It tastes salty and there is a hint of dirt on it. But you got the desired effect as you hear the dark pony give out a yelp and a slight jump as she quickly removed the slipper where her hoof got bitten.
You breathed in a quick whiff of fresh air before the slipper was flipped over and you fell out of it and into the magical field that the dark pony erected around you before bringing you to her face, her eyes narrowing a little as she studied you.
Trapped and helpless; you can only close your eyes tightly and hoped that she would not mistake you for a bug.
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