CYOA: A Day in Ponyville

You lower your head to put it in easier reach. "If you're sure."

He chuckles and pushes it over your head, allowing the shiny crystalline fronds to hang around your ears. "See? I knew it would be just your size. It looks so stunning!"

Your horn flashes and a strange rush of energy courses through your veins. The sound of rushing wind fills your ears. You look around and see that everypony there has been thrown away from you, right down the road. At first, you feel some amount of concern for them, but that feeling fades away quickly. Your vision is filled with dancing lights as your attention shifts.

"A most impressive display, master." The store manager grins widely at you, his expression filled with an inordinate amount of awe. "I knew I picked the right pony." He reaches up to that pendant he's still wearing. "Time for a real test run."

He holds the pendant up towards your dazzled form. "You are mine! Bow to me, oh mighty unicorn!" He looks more manic than before.

"But of course," you find yourself saying, bowing deeply. "What do you wish of me?"

"It is time we took over this little—" He doesn't get to finish, his pendant swatted right out his hand by your magic.

You bring it over, crushing it to dust along the way. "You were saying?"

He bares his teeth in a panic. "Why would you—" He backs up. "Get away from me!" He turns tail and gallops away.

You grab his tail before he gets far, giving it an arcane pull that has him sliding on his belly. "Bad pony. You tried to command me. Me! A god!" Were you a god this morning? You feel like one right now! Every part of you is screaming about how wonderful and powerful you are.

You drag him back and sit atop his belly. "Ponyville is not yours. It is mine. Everything here belongs to me."

"Please, no," he squeals. "I don't want to—"

You give him a cold stare, freezing him in place. You look to the others with a sudden smile. "Fellow Ponyvillians! Today marks a new and wondrous day! I will rule over you all with a kind, but iron, hoof." You let out a wicked laugh as dark storms drift in from the Everfree Forest.

You could:

A: Depose Twilight Sparkle. No room for two royal figures in one town.

B: Knock over Mayor Mare to assume full and proper control of the government.

C: Get defeated. Wait, why is this an option!?