Derpy Hooves knocked on the Octavia house door. After π10 seconds of waiting, nobody answered, and so she knocked on the door more loudly. After more waiting, the door was answered by Lyra.

“Hello, Derpy Hooves,” Lyra said. Derpy mouthed her an epistle. “Thanks.”

“Crap,” Lyra said the instant she looked at the envelope. “Programme Productions. Octavia!”

Octavia came into the combination entry/living room.

“What’s so important that you have to swear then interrupt my—”

“We got an epistle from Programme Productions.”

“Oh.”

Lyra opened the envelope and took out the folded paper contained within.

Dear Lyra Heartstrings and Octavia <no surname specified>,

We’ve been giving you chapters just because we’ve needed to, and you know how we feel about that. Due to Pinkie Pie’s constant showing up in random chapters with good performances, she will be replacing one of you for the foreseeable future. Which one of you will be decided by a game show at room i of the same studios in which Mane Character For a Foreseeable Future is held.

Copyright 2012,

Socolata.

“One of us?” Octavia said.

“That’s right, Octavia! Good job!”

“So should we get going, then?”

“No, I’m sure they meant for us to be there next Sunday.”

“Lyra.”

“Well, stop saying obvious things.”

Lyra and Octavia went to the studio located somewhere in Chill Edge.

“Hello,” Pinkie Pie said, “And welcome to Ponywang, the quiz show about which that simply everypony is talking! Today we have Lyra, who’s from Ponyville, and Octavia, who by contrast is from Ponyville. Octavia, anything interesting happening with you?”

“Yes.”

“Lyra?”

“No.”

“Let’s play Ponywang! Octavia, you go first.”

“Sweetie Belle.”

“Scootaloo.”

“Big Mac.”

“Snips.”

“Granny Smith.”

“That’s Ponywang!” Pinkie said. “Lyra?”

“Blueblood.”

“Trixie.”

“Rarity.”

“Fluttershy.”

“That’s Ponywang! Let’s go to the pony board. Octavia?”

“I’ll take Silver Spoon and... Butterscotch.”

“That’s Ponywang! Lyra?”

“Camerapony #4, Cacao Butter, and Golden Harvest.”

“That’s Ponywang! Octavia?”

“Berry Punch and Surprise.”

“Oh, that is not Ponywang. Lyra?”

“Berry Punch and Blinkie Pie.”

“That’s Ponywang! Let’s roll out the pony dolls.”

A diamond mesh cart filled with life-size plush dolls of ponies, like those you would win at a carnival, was rolled out in front of the contestant podiums.

“Octavia, you play first.”

“Apple Boom.”

“That’s Ponywang! Take a pony.”

Octavia took an Apple Bloom out of the cart.

“Snails,” Lyra said.

“That’s Ponywang! Take a pony.”

Lyra took a Greysdóttir.

“Owlicious,” Octavia said.

“That’s Ponywang! Take a pony.”

Octavia took out a Spike.

“I’m sorry, Octavia, Spike is not a type of pie, so that’s triple pony points for Lyra. As we head into the final round, Octavia is leading with six, whilst Lyra is trailing with six. It’s time for Wangpony, so let’s rotate the board!”

The board was rotated.

“Lyra, you start.”

“Gummy.”

“Bleachy.”

“Bob?”

“...Rob.”

“Bon Bon.”

“Apple Fritter.”

“That’s Wangpony! Lyra, you’ve been Wangponied. Octavia, you are today’s Ponywang. Until next time,”

“Good Ponywang!” said Pinkie, Octavia, and Lyra.

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