Do It Again

by Captain Whatever

Rating: everyone
Tags: Second Person, Drama, Random, Adventure
Length: 532

2nd person cyoa for you to enjoy.

You are a pony who's lived a good life. Or have you? It all depends on the choices you make. Written in poetic format.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-05-17 03:54:49 UTC

1 (Begin)

Hello, and welcome to this story you see.

This story determines what you will soon be.

The rules, I hope, are simple for you:

When given a choice, choose what to do.

This story begins very early in the morn'.

Specifically, minutes before you were born.

You wriggle about inside your mom,

Who was made at ponycreator.com

At four-thirty A.M., you're here at last.

The time it took you left the doctor's aghast.

Here is the first option you must now choose:

Please tell me, what gender are you?

BOY

GIRL

2

So your a colt, huh? Well, that's pretty neat.

Everypony knows colts can't be beat.

Fillies may argue it's brains that guys lack,

But—hold on a second, I'm getting off track.

Lying in your crib at the hospital, feeling rather sleepy,

You see some stallion in the window that looks creepy.

He stares at you with eyes that seem deprived.

He says, "Wonder if the kiddo's even alive?"

DO NOTHING

WRIGGLE AROUND

STRETCH AND YAWN

5

You tell this new filly, "Yes, I am new.

I moved from a town called—wait, who are you?"

The filly giggles when you ask her name.

"They call me Dinky Hooves," she decides to exclaim.

You tell her your name, and she gives you a smile.

You decide you'll like being here for a while.

The two of you engage in a friendly chat,

When she says she likes you, right off the bat.

You tense up when you hear her say those few words.

You try to respond, but your thinking is blurred.

You ask if she means as merely a friend,

But to your demise, she says wants to be your girlfriend.

The top of your head is dotted with sweat.

You didn't think this would happen, not yet.

Say something quick, while you still can.

Go on, make a choice, what is your plan?

"TOO EARLY"

STUTTER

RECIPROCATE

3

You didn't move, cause what can you do?

The nurse comes around, feeling and observing you.

You're cold to the touch, your chest does not rise.

Claimed at such a young age, what a surprise.

Turns out you were born with nary a heart.

The stallion (your father) is torn apart.

Take a minute, then just tell me when,

And we can go back, and...

DO IT AGAIN

4

Your hooves go up, you exhale deeply.

Yet your crib still seems calm, your blanket strewn neatly.

The stallion smiles and giggles a bit.

You hear him say, "Yup, that's my kid."

A few years later, you're five-and-a-half.

You've mastered the art of making others laugh.

Just basic jokes, and the often wise-crack.

It seems to be something for which you have a knack.

One day as you're walking to your new school,

You feel uncomfortable, you feel like a fool.

Suddenly, a young filly walks up to you.

She decides to ask if your new.

Your struck with confusion as to what you should say.

You don't like to talk to strangers every day.

Will you tell her "yes," or just nod and smile?

Make your decision, but don't take awhile.

NOD

"YES, I'M NEW."