Elixir

In which a silver-tongued telemarketer learns why an alicorn ascension in a bottle may not be the guaranteed-hit product he thought it was.

Alicorns, the regal regents of Equestria. How many ponies would pay an arm and... would pay two legs to be one? And what happens when they're given a choice? The results may not be what curio-merchant-turned-telemarketer Archive had in mind.

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