Terramar visits Ponyville

Mayor Mare looked over her glasses at the police chief and shouted, "You let him go?"

"I didn't 'let him go,' Princess Luna melted the door off his cell and released him."

The Mayor was silent for a few seconds. "What?"

"Princess Luna. She told me I had no right to hold him."

"He raped two fillies!"

"Well," the Chief said, "Here's the thing. It was consensual. And it turns out the Mount Aris ambassador laid an absolutely incandescent note on the Foriegn Ministry in Canterlot. Queen Novo is furious we allowed her nephew, Prince Terramar, to get molested in Ponyville."

"What? Just, what?"

"Then Princess Luna demanded his passport. I gave it to her, and she showed me two things."

"Hell," said Mayor Mare.

"Thing number one, it was a diplomatic passport, so we had no right to hold him. And two, his birthday was in 'The Second Year of the Storm King.' Which Princess Luna then translated into our dating system. Do you know what that means?"

"What does it...?"

"Hippogriffs are big, you know. Especially males. Much bigger than ponies, and their Royal family even bigger than average—they didn't suffer the same hunger and privation the general population did during the Storm King's occupation. So that means..."

"I don't like where this is going."

"That means, he's actually a year younger than Toola Roola or Coconut Cream. We had to let him go."

Mayor Mare cradled her head in her forehooves.

"He said he enjoyed his visit and hoped to visit again soon."