//------------------------------// // Page 51 // Story: The Purloined Pony // by Chris //------------------------------// What are you doing here? There’s no way to get to this page by following the story paths! Admit it: you cheated, didn’t you? Oh well, never mind. We now resume our CYOA, already in progress: ***** You stand before your evil twin, her skeletal forelegs crossed and a look of smug confidence on her face. “The trouble with you, my sister... is that you’ve always been too good.” You scratch your chin thoughtfully. “Well, that may be. But I still think I look more like Ma than you do. You know, uh, lots of character. I’m aging better.” The bony grey pony you face is not impressed. Looking down on you with scorn, she says, “Sister, there is no need for me to destroy you. Surrender. Surrender your world!” You reward that line slow clap and a rueful chuckle. “You always did need an audience, you sap. Let me tell ya... I ain’t practiced much magic in a long time.” You leave unsaid that you have no talent for anything more than simple sleight of hoof, while your unicorn sister may be the most powerful wizard in Equestria, able to summon armies of long-dead spirits to do her bidding. “I wanna show you a trick mother showed me when you weren’t around. To use on special occasions, like this.” You roll up one of your sleeves, then begin rolling the other. Your evil twin listens attentively, clearly enjoying every moment of her imminent victory. “Ah. Oh yeah, one more thing...” With a flourish, you whip a Luger out of your sleeve and point it at your sister. “I’m glad you changed your last name, you son of a bitch!” The End?