I'm Not Even Maud

Something was wrong. Something was off, and Maud knew it. She wasn't sure what exactly, but she highly doubted her sister's friends in Ponyville were actually all practicing geologists. And so as Rainbow Dash prattled on about igneous intrusions during the homolithic period, she continued nodding while scanning the fields surrounding them.

"Rainbow," Maud began, interupting the prismatic mare, "I'm dreaming aren't I? You're not really real." Maud closed her eyes and concentrated, and when she opened them again a few seconds latter, Rainbow Dash's face had three eyes and was melting into a pink and yellow gooie substance. "Yes, I am dreaming," she said. Just to confirm, she walked up to a generic building and strongly bucked its outer wall with her rear legs. The resulting hole disappeared into a gray nothingness. If this was her own dream, her mind would have populated the interior of the building with generic furnishings. This dream was not natural. Somepony had built it. Or should she say, someling?

The moment Pinkie and her finally left his presence, Drone 37ALV460 collapsed onto the the deck of station platform. "GAH! SOOOOOO BORING!" he yelled, rolling over and writhing around on his back a little. His conniption drew odd looks from the few fellow travelers around them, and he flashed them a nervous

A flash of pain, then oblivion was all he felt as a swift buck to the head leveled him.

Really? Are you that dumb? You think I've never dealt with a changeling before? You're the third one this month. You guys are drawn to the heartstone like moths to a flame.