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// The Fall of Doctor Clucktopus (Prompt #127) 
// Story: Thirty-ish Minute Pony Stories 
// by Abecedarian 
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TMP Prompt #127 - “The Wizard and the Chicken”

Prompt: 
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The Fall of Doctor Clucktopus



The oval citadel was falling apart in flame and smoke around them as the foul fowl held the sorcerer in his tentacled grip.

“Ba-kawk!”

“You’re right,” Star Swirl growled. “It is over.”

With a flash he disappeared—

“BAWK!?”

—and reappeared, hovering just outside of the villain’s grasp.

“Too often, Clucktopus, too often have I settled for capturing you, instead of putting a permanent end to your secret recipes for disaster!”

His horn flared, and with eight small bursts of flame and force, Doctor Clucktopus found himself thoroughly disarmed.

“I’m not playing nice with you anymore. You‘re about to become egg-stinct.”

“Buk buk!” The chicken flapped his wings, sending a pack of innocuous-looking feathers at Star Swirl.

“Language,” the wizard chided and threw up a force field as he stalked forward, not even blinking as they exploded against it. “You’re getting desperate if you’re resorting to the same old tricks, Clucky. You‘re making this over-easy.”

“Bukawk-buk buk!”

“No. No mercy. Not after what you did to Burdock the Not-Quite-As-Clever and Pansy the Unfortunately-Named!” A bolt of raw magic slammed the chicken into one of the burning walls, which collapsed, pinning him beneath. “My poor assistants were never the same after your Eleven Different Horrors and Sufferings!”

The unicorn’s stare was ice cold as he took in the feebly struggling chicken.

“Prepare to slow-roast in a fiery grave of your own making, Clucktopus!”

“BAAAAWK BAAAWK!” The chicken pointed a broken, flaming wing at Star Swirl, who scoffed.

“Return? I doubt it. But if you do somehow come back, know that I (or a reasonable facsimile thereof) shall strike you down once more, whatever form you take.”

He turned and walked from the collapsing ruins, sparing only a short look back.

“Farewell, old foe, I shell never see your like again.”


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Pinkie lay on her back, eyes whirling as she mumbled random nonsense.

“Omigoshomigoshomigosh…”

“’Twas a most puissant blow thou struck, Twilight Sparkle, perhaps excessively so.”

“No kidding!? S-sorry, Princess Luna, I mean Princess, I mean Luna!” Twlight fretted. “I just meant to tackle her, that’s all! I didn’t—Oh, Pinkie, please be okay. Please, please, please!”

The pink mare sat up and put a hoof to her head. “Ugh.”

“Pinkie!”

“No,” she smiled a wicked smile, eyes glinting. “Not ‘Pinkie.’ Not at all. Buh-kawk.”