Author's Note

Resume: While checking out the various food trucks at the Starswirled Music Festival, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Rarity, and Spike run into a lost and mud-covered puppy⁠—later identified as Princess Thunder Guts. Fluttershy offers to help the dog, and she chooses one of Twilight's friends to follow.

“Lost and Pound”

In a busy area lined with food trucks during the day. Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, and Rarity walk by, the bespectacled girl studying a map; they are closely trailed by Spike, who wears the glittery, gem-studded, purple peaked cap he got from Rarity.

“Wow! These food trucks have such clever gimmicks!” Twilight said while reading. ““Weak in the Cheese”…“Avocado’s Constant”…“Money for Waffles and Chicken’s Not for Free Either”…” She and Fluttershy stop.

“Lasagna Pop”?” Fluttershy puzzles and reads with her.

“Okay, most have clever names. It’s like they stopped trying after “Bye, Focaccia.”” Twilight said.

The sight of Flash Sentry biting into a chunk of lasagna impaled on a stick gives them pause.

“Now I’ve seen everything.” Fluttershy understands.

“Where’s Lasagna Pop? Where’s Lasagna…” Spike intentles and darte across the grass.

He does not notice the fluffy, mud-splotched violet female poodle in his path until it is too late. She wears a light blue collar marked by a pink heart, and a few flecks of glitter have been worked into her coat. The collision sends Spike tumbling to the feet of Twilight and Fluttershy with a yell, he looks up in time to catch a scared little whine from the other pooch.

“Ohhh…” Fluttershy gentles, Rarity checks her phone worriedly. “are you lost, little girl?”

The dog gasps softly floating down from the o.s. Fluttershy, then back to her and Rarity.

“She needs our help.” She said worried.

“And…” Rarity looks at the animal again; she continues o.s. “...perhaps a bath.”

Fluttershy extends a hand. “Oh, come on, little one.” The dog’s perspective; she has knelt down. “We’ll help you.”

Spike puts his head up to one side, jowls frozen in a look of pure befuddlement. Back to the muddy poodle, who pants, cocks her head, yips happily and makes a beeline for Rarity, much to Fluttershy’s surprise. Rarity has pocketed her phone.

“Oh! No, no…hey, down! Hey…oh.” Rarity sputters, trying/failing to fend her off.

Quite a bit of the filth has made its way onto her own person by this point.

“Oh, I suppose you can follow me to the show, just so long as you don’t…” She trails off into a cry of surprise as the violet ball of fluff leaps into her arms. “...do something like that?”

Now she gets a cheerful lick on the cheek that leaves her scrambling to get a coherent word out, dropping the animal, and trying to flee the scene all at once.

“Excuse me! Pardon!” Rarity said, her 3 cut-out blue shaped diamonds hair-clip got off and she undones her ponytail, witch her hair it is now down as she bumps into people. The dog gives chase.

Twilight just stares mutely after the debacle, map no longer in hand, but Fluttershy giggles merrily.

“She thinks it’s a game!” Fluttershy calling after Rarity, as Twilight smiles. “Run, Rarity, run!”

“Pardon!” Rarity's short-sleeved bolero jacket in light blue fur goes off by Rarity as she knocks two boys over without seeing it; the pursuit ranges past the lounge tent.

“Love your cufflinks…Sorry, did I step on you?” Rarity said to a few people as she passes and her light blue high heels with stacked sole got also slipped off of her feet, running bare tights now.

She homes in on a photo booth, currently being used by Bulk Biceps and Derpy Hooves. Each camera flash shifts the image to a freeze frame of an increasingly strip chaotic scene. Rarity crowding into the booth with them…the dog’s arrival prompting her to let her sparkly dress in zigzag stripes of pink, blue-violet, blue, and blue-green, with a gold panel on the blouse decorated by a cluster of gems in assorted blues along with her neon purple geode of shielding pendant in her wrist being removed by the hands of Bulk Biceps and Derpy Hooves to dive away only with a underwear and tights on, and knock the two teens helter-skelter…Rarity fleeing out the opposite side of the booth, Bulk on the floor with Rarity's dress, and the dog on Derpy’s head…Derpy pitching to the floor with the geode of shielding on amid Bulk’s flailing legs and a few blots of mud left by the departed Rarity and pursuer.

One more flash shifts the view to just inside one entrance of the Neon Garden hedge maze. A badly winded Rarity sprints in and around a corner, nearly losing her footing in the turn, and takes refuge within one of the expansive topiaries witch results her medium pink tights got taken off by him and being now stucked on inside.

“Phew!” She allows herself a tentative giggle.

But has to bite it back almost immediately when the violet nightmare’s nose and drooling tongue extend slowly from the dense leaves toward her cheek. Sweat begins to roll down her white face.

“Huh?” Rarity gets horrified softly by seeing that.

Cut to outside the Neon Garden; she bursts out through the greenery completely barefoot and naked with a shrill scream and dashes o.s., the dog knocking a hole of its own to get after her. Leaves her pruple underwear inside of the Neon Garden and twigs are now matted into her hair.

“No! You don’t have to…” Rarity makes another yell from o.s.; cut to her, now sobbing as she runs. “...love me!”

She vaults over a string of velvet ropes and tumbles headfirst through the curtains just beyond; cut to the other side as she crashes to the floor and sits up with a woozy moan. A bark snaps her back to her senses, and she finds the relentlessly happy canine panting at her from close range and tensing to pounce. Rarity hits the deck with a cry just in time to avoid the flying tackle; cut to Supernova as the dog leaps into her grip. She is wearing a sparkly pink feather boa in addition to her usual outfit.

“Princess Thunder Guts!” Supernova said overjoyed.

She squeals as a totally flummoxed Rarity rises to her bare knees and takes in the scene. Blue eyes flick between a poster on a stand, which depicts Supernova and her bandmate Kiwi Lollipop, along with the hair-bow logo that adorns the side of their tour bus, and the reunited pet and owner.

“Huh?” Rarity stammers and points to Princess Thunder Guts. “You belong to Su-Z? From P…” Cut to her perspective of Supernova and Thunder, soon joined by Kiwi. “…Post Crush?”

Longer shot of the area: a backstage lounge for the band and support personnel. Rarity is now standing more or less upright.

“I…” She babbling for a moment as she cover her naked body with her hands very embarrassed. “…we’re all such big fans.”

“She found my dog!” Supernova laughs as she points Rarity out to others.

A round of cheers for the frazzled teen make Rarity comfortable now.

“Oh, how can I ever repay you?” Supernova said happily.

A moment’s pondering prompts her to remove the boa from her shoulders; cut to Rarity as it is draped around hers covering her breasts.

“Oh! A genuine fashion-forward throwback feather boa! For me?” Rarity composes herself. “I mean, uh, I will try and find something to go with it.”

Supernova from o.s. holds Princess into view. “Say thanks, Princess.” A big sloppy lick on Rarity’s cheek.

“You’re welcome.” Rarity said repulsed.

The aperture square-shaped, tilted onto one corner, and centered on her face. Four white sparkles flicker around it.