And so, the young pony begins her search for Princess Celestia. Not 30 seconds pass until she is hopelessly lost in the halls of the venue. Good going, idiot.

Candlelight: Simple, but it’ll work! I can definitely meet the Princess in this. Thanks!

She struts off towards the castle in her new ‘dress’, leaving behind Bandaid, Clara Cake, a possibly-traumatized Bumble, and a plethora of other now-changed guests. This will probably take weeks of therapy to erase. Or not erase, who knows?

Bonus:

Another strange visitor has arrived.

“I’m not feeling very euphoric…”

Candlelight: I mean, she’ll be here, right? It’s the Summer Sun Celebration, after all…

Oh FUCK! I don’t even have a dress–

But I have to ask her! She’s like, THE princess…She’ll know what to do. But how am I supposed to get an audience with her, while I’m looking like this?

Candlelight: I’ll need my trusty floaty to keep me afloat. Trust me, these twins are HEAVY!