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// Kris Overstreet's Gone Horribly Right (naturalbornderpy's "Rent-A-Pony") 
// Story: Never the Final Word (Vol. 2) 
// by FanOfMostEverything 
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"All right," Chrysalis said, "we've successfully infiltrated Rent-a-Ponies into households across the ten most powerful countries on this planet. We have computer passwords, nuclear launch codes, and orders of battle we can use to nullify any resistance. The time has come to conquer this pathetic world!"

A changeling in the front row of the auditorium looked up. "Eh, no," it said.

The queen blinked. "What."

"Y'see, some of us have been talking," the mouthy changeling said, and its neighbors nodded agreement. "We get some real scuzzy guys sometimes, yeah, but most of our customers are nice and generous and fun to be around, you know? We get free pizza and cokes, or cider-"

"My best customer gives me beer," a changeling four rows back interrupted. "Craft brew stuff, not mass market."

"And, most importantly, all the unconditional affection we can eat," the first changeling finished. "It's a sweet racket, and we don't want to spoil it by destroying this world, you know?"

"WHAT??" Chrysalis raged from behind her podium. "This whole farce was so we could conquer this world as a stepping-stone to my final revenge on..." She paused, brought out a list that did the traditional drop-to-the-floor-and-roll-out-for-several-feet gag, and began reading. "... on Twilight Sparkle, Princess Cadance, Shining Armor, Celestia, Luna, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie—"

Under the queen's wing, something buzzed.

"Oh bother!" She pulled out a cellular phone, took the call, and said in an entirely different voice, "Hello! Welcome to Rent-a-Pony, this is Princess Pomegranate! Thank you for your continuing— Yes? ... Well, she's in a meeting right now— Yes... Yes, you did buy the VIP package... No, you're quite right. She'll be right over. Yes, thank you, bye-bye now!"

There were a couple of sniggers from the changeling horde filling the auditorium.

"We'll talk about this later," Chrysalis snarled. "For now, get back to work."

Half an hour later, a knock came at Celestia's bedchamber door.

"Come in," the princess of the sun sang out.

The door opened to reveal Princess Pomegranate, a sheepish-looking unicorn with unnerving green eyes. "Good evening," she said. "You said you wanted me for the evening?"

Celestia raised an eyebrow. "No," she said quietly. "You know what I want."

"Pomegranate" sighed, and in a flash of green light was replaced by a slightly younger unicorn with a familiar purple coat, her starburst cutie mark concealed by a schoolgirl uniform. "Yes, Princess Celestia," she said quietly.

"That's better," Celestia smiled. "Now, I have all sorts of things to teach you this evening about the history of the griffon clans..."

Queen Chrysalis, disguised as Twilight, whimpered and wondered how many more sessions she'd have to endure before Celestia finally hoofed over the negatives...