It was a dark and stormy night in the Changeling Empire. Chrysalis sat on her throne, weak and tired from her last battle. Celestia did a number on her. They were starving. No food, no energy to power their magic or wings. They had to eat pony food like fresh bread and ripe apples. They were the most disgusting things she and her kingdom had ever had, but it barely kept them alive. Just barely. They needed good feelings from other ponies. An idea formed in her mind. She smiled evilly. She had a plan. The best plan she had had in years.....