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// Omake: Why Don't Changelings Have Unrestricted Shapeshifting? 
// Story: Nymphetamine: The Heart's Price 
// by Architect Ironturtle 
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"So let me get this straight," Alex asked slowly, "Changelings can turn into literally anything?"

"As long as they have enough magic to power it, yes," Chrysalis replied. She paused. "Why are you grinning like that?"


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"What are you?" Chrysalis asked, poking at the side of the machine that Alex had turned himself into.

"A nanobot factory," said Alex's synthesized voice, coming from a speaker at about Chrysalis's eye level, "It's like a forge, only much better. I'm going to pump out enough weapons and suits of armor for everyone, then start making vehicles."

The machine pulsed and Alex grunted, then a pile of metal fell out of the far end.

"All done," Alex proclaimed, turning back into himself, "Now to dig out a new sublevel and reinforce it."

One transformation into a mining drill later the only sign of his presence was a vibrating hole in the floor. Chrysalis just stared at it, completely at a loss for words.


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"And, done," Alex said, closing the book with a snap and setting it back on the shelf, "Library of Vanhoover, check."

Around him, hundreds of disguised clones were finished putting their own books away as well. Chrysalis had stopped looking surprised by this point, and instead was gleefully halfway through the shelves herself.

"Next stop," Alex said to himself, "Canterlot."


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"All favor of making Equestria into a constitutional monarchy, say aye."

A chorus of ayes went up from around the Royal Court. Celestia was busy playing tug of war with 500+ copies of Chrysalis over the sun, and as such wasn't present to intervene in Alex's coup. Not that she would have had much luck, since Alex had gone and replaced every single noble and wealthy pony in the city. Which was most of them.

"With that settled," Alex proclaimed, "Our first order of business is straightening out the legal system."


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Sombra peaked out of the ice cave he had spent the last millennia in, took one look at the metal golem taller than the crystal palace doing a kata next to the city, and promptly went back underground. Unicorn king or not, he was not going to mess with that thing.

The Jeager, meanwhile, was humming happily to itself, with only a quick pause to mutter, "God I love shapeshifting."