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// 15 
// Story: Choice 
// by AnOrdinaryWriter 
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You politely shake your head and give the cupcake back to Pinkie.

She takes it back, looking slightly dejected. “Oh, okay. I guess cupcakes are just not your thing? Or maybe I misheard and it turns out you don’t actually like coconut. Eh, in that case, I guess I’ll just get another taste tester for this one. In the meantime…” Pinkie starts walking toward the counter of cakes, but then gasps and looks at the clock on the wall. “Shoot, the party is about to start! Gotta get the cakes in the dining room!”

Pinkie grabs one of the trays of cupcakes and rushes through the kitchen door, which closes behind her. You follow her, opening the door and entering the dining room.

Inside, the room is bustling with ponies young and old. There is not one corner of the room that is empty, ponies dancing to the groovy music, playing one of the many games set up throughout the room or simply conversing at the tables. Along the walls sit tables carrying different flavored cakes, including the large one Pinkie had showed you inside the kitchen, and the place looks livelier than ever.

The difference between when the place was empty and when it was filled is outstanding. You walk toward the crowd to join in. Among the crowd, ponies spot you and wave. There’s no one in particular that recognizes you, but they nicely acknowledge you, so you wave back, a smile on your face.

You aren’t sure what you should do first—whether you should dance, or play some games and get to know some more ponies in town. But then you hear your name being called, and you look over. Pinkie is walking over to you from within the assembly of ponies in the room with a happy expression on her face.

“How are you enjoying yourself? Havin’ fun?” she asks excitedly, and you nod. “Yay! I’m so glad! By the way, I know you don’t know that many ponies here, so in case you feel uncomfortable, just know that Ponyville has the nicest ponies a town could ever offer, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

You nod again in understanding, telling her that you’ll try to have as much fun as possible. “That’s what I like to hear!” she says, bumping you in the shoulder with a foreleg. “You wanna try out some of the games? I dunno if you saw when we walked in, but there’s apple bobbing and pin the tail on the pony, two of the more famous games partygoers tend to glide toward. Any of those suit your fancy?”

Pin the Tail on the Pony____________________________________________________________________________Apple Bobbing