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// My New Statue 
// Story: AlwaysDressesInStyle's Ponyville CiderFest '23 Interactive App Stories 
// by AlwaysDressesInStyle 
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Hook: Cozy Glow has a lot of time on her hooves to think.



Story #256
Title: My New Statue
Keyword: StonyPony
Characters: Cozy Glow, Toola Roola
Hero/Chaos/Villain





A statue of Cozy Glow. There was a time that had you asked the filly, she would’ve happily responded that there should be many statues of her.  Now, however, she was firmly of the opinion that just one statue of her was one too many.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to end.  She was supposed to be ruling Equestria with an iron hoof.  Where had she gone wrong?  Obviously, counting on either Tirek or Chrysalis to be useful was a fatal miscalculation.  Fatal? That prompted a new line of thought. Could she die inside the statue, or would that only happen if the statue was somehow destroyed?  Or was she stuck here alone with her thoughts until the end of time, slowly going insane and wishing she was dead?  Would they eventually release her?  Would Twilight or Starlight or somepony else feel guilty for sentencing a child to an eternity of torment?  Twilight was gullible like that.  Cozy made a mental note to plan for that contingency.

But not now.  She was tired.  So very tired.  Being stuck permanently in one position shouldn’t be exhausting, yet it was hard to tell when she was awake and coherent or just dreaming.  It didn’t help that she was the highest point of the statue, a fact that the pigeons took full advantage of.  Part of her didn’t want to be released.  She’d never feel clean ever again.  Even if all the bird doo was on the statue encasing her, even if it all broke away with the stone… the memory of it would always be there. She could feel it through the stone. Was the stone actually her coat, or was there an outer coating of rock encasing her?

So many questions and so few answers.  Such was the ‘life’ of a statue.  She could feel, but she couldn’t see, hear, or speak.  Thankfully, that meant her companions couldn’t voice their own thoughts, most of which were no doubt blaming her for their failure, completely unfairly, when it was obviously their own shortcomings that had brought them to their current situation.

In short, being stuck as a statue was even worse than being confined to Tartarus.  At least there she could move.  She could talk to Tirek and annoy him with friendship gestures.  She could still have some semblance of fun. But here?  It was the same thing day in and day out.  Stay still, scheme a little bit, fantasize about the future when she’d inevitably be free, and feel the birds continue to defecate on her face. When she was free, and finally able to claim the title of Empress of Equestria, her first decree was going to be that pigeons would be hunted to extinction.  Why had Discord refrained from wiping the foul creatures out permanently once he’d been freed from confinement?  She decided it was probably Fluttershy’s doing.

A pink earth pony filly with rainbow hair and a paintbrush cutie mark approaches the statue. But what’s Toola Roola carrying in her saddlebags?





[CHOICE]

>Toola Roola will be painting away. (hero)

>Art is all about expression.  Toola’s about to express herself. (chaos)

>It’s hammer time. (villain)