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// 2A1 
// Story: CYOA: Lost Pony 
// by David Silver 
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Her snout rises and falls a little as she works on her meal, looking so very content about it. You can't bring yourself to disturb it, and just wait and watch her enjoy what you've provided. You feel nice knowing that you've brought some pleasure to the magical pony. Even if she ran off, at least you'd know that you were a nice part of an otherwise likely panicked day.

A clang makes you jump. While you were daydreaming, you knocked a fork off the counter and it hit the ground with what sounded like a bomb going off to your sensitive ears. The pony had sat on her haunches. She's looking at you directly. She isn't running.

You consider your options a moment before you raise a hand in a little wave. You ask if she liked the salad.

"I did, did you make it?"

You did, and you admit as much. You explain you were hoping she'd come and try it.

"It was... for me? That's good... I was worried I was eating some poor soul's dinner, but I was so hungry..." She puts a hoof to her belly. "Not anymore though... Thank you. I'm Starfire. What's your name?"

You give your name and ask if she's alright.

"No... no I really am not." She reaches out a hoof and taps at your door. "Look, I know we just met but... you seem nice. Could I... room with you? I'll help! I'm a unicorn, we're good at helping, honest." She brushes at her mane, revealing her short horn for you to see.

You have the door open in an instant, welcoming her inside.

She trots in with a smile. "I thought I'd have to offer more for that to work... I mean it though. I'll be the best roomie you ever had if it means I get a safe place to stop being chased and some food... I'd offer to get a job, but we both know how well that'd work."

Starfire was true to her word, becoming an affectionate and playful roommate. She kept the place clean and even helped make food. She eagerly explored the world she found herself in, but she also never stopped looking for a way to get home. "We'll go together," she promises each time. "It'll be your turn to be my roomie then. Won't that be fun?"

Would you like to try again?