Cloudsdale was a pretty chill place to hang out, until the Mare started pushing their weight around and messin' with the hood. With taxes, clothing regulations, and anti-jayflying laws, things are so not cool.

Now it's up to Swaggershy and Dashtag Yolo to blaze it before things turn totally sketch.

If you think this is serious, I feel bad for you, son. I got 99 good ideas but this fic ain't one.

Edited by Prak!

The fourth chapter was written in collaboration with IceboxFroggie... You'll see why that's awesome.

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