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// Changeling Shock 
// Story: Changeling Love 
// by ju44 
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	There she was; the pony with the pink coat.  You nearly fell out of your chair and broke the window.  So many things went through your mind.  

"How did she get here?  How is she still alive?  How was she not noticed?  WHY IS MY DESK SUDDENLY SO COLD?"  All of your mental questions, however, were soon answered.

"I got here by walking.  By surviving.  By hiding.  Because of the draft that happened when I opened the door," answered the last pony, as if she could read your mind.  You did find it odd that she twitched a bunch while you were thinking.  That couldn't mean anything, though, you thought.  You chuckled.  "Well, little pony, it seems that ... no, actually, I don't know what to do with you."

"You can have me killed and reap the rewards, or get in trouble but have a good consciousness.  Your choice!" responded the pony.  Her mane and tail were fluffy now, you saw, and she was bouncing constantly.

"I suppose I choose the latter.  Look, I have a place I can put you, but don't let anyone see you.  Wait, on second thought, we can hide in the open!" you realized.  Then you pressed a button on your desk and spoke into a microphone.

"Aaaalll changelings of Shapeford, this hour is officially 'Change to a Pony!' hour!  This is a one day only thing, and is done every two years!  When I founded Shapeford, it was my idea to have this every two years, as I said!" you announced.  All the changelings could hear, as whatever you said through that specific microphone was played across Shapeford by speaker systems.  In a matter of minutes, everyone was a pony.  You smiled and complimented yourself at your ingeniousness, and turned into a pony.

"Now, pony, just follow me," you ordered.  The pony nodded, and walked alongside you.  Without any questions, you managed to get to a nearby forest within an hour.  "Okay," you whispered, "Just go into that hole.  I know for a fact that a purple dragon with green spikes who lives nearby will care for you," you said.  You visited that dragon's nest before.  All he talked about is how he wanted to have the ponies back, how he missed somepony named 'Twilight Sparkle', and so on so forth.  He wouldn't stop!  Eventually, you left, and went to your home and slept, but boy did he seem to care about ponies.  That was good, and meant the pony could stay there.

You walked back home.  You smiled, and then you fell asleep.  Soon, you would realize that one mistake all of changeling kind made before they felt secure.  One mistake that would possibly ruin every town.  A mistake of chaotic proportions.  For now, however, you were asleep.