Canterlot Castle, Canterlot. Midafternoon.

"And make sure to bring the strong stuff next time!" Were her parting words as the party she had attended was winding down, everypony a bit tipsy, some even flat out drunk and stumbling on their hooves as they left, faces flushed and eyes heavy. A slow exhale leaving her snout as she adjusted her slightly rumpled dress, fluffing the frills, a small stain on the red of it like a giant mark. "Damn nobles...holding back on the fucking booze, can't stand them." She sneered, lips pursed and brows furrowed before she turned sharply, her hooves clacking against the marble floor of the Royal Castle as she pushed a pair of large doors open, the entrance opening into a long and expansive hallway that led further into the castle.

She walked confidently, a little sway in her wide hips as her tail flicked against the air, agitation bubbling in her chest while she kept her gaze forward and steady, knowing exactly where she was going in the castle's winding hallways. And despite how massive these halls were, they felt suffocating to her, like insurmountable walls that reached to the heavens trapping her in, almost seeming to mock her as she passed them, as if saying that she'd never be good enough, that she'd crack and crumble under the expectations that rested on her shoulders. The door to her room nearly slammed open as she stepped in, the handle almost punching straight through the wall of her room before it was slammed closed, a thunderous sound echoing in the hall just outside like a warning to any wandering the halls.

Scanning her room, looking at all the expensive silk and items littering the interior, she moved with purpose towards her closet, pulling the sliding wooden door open and swiftly grabbing the first thing she saw before closing it again. Standing in front of a full body mirror, she began to peel her dress off her body, the silken robes falling off her shoulders before being engulfed in a dark green glow and tossed onto her bed, a sign of her magic. A slow sigh of relief left her, her body free of the restrictiveness of her dress before she slipped on the light pink nightgown she'd pulled from her closet, the straps pulled taut under the weight of her massive breasts, a hefty amount of cleavage being exposed since the nightgown couldn't fit over her chest. The nightgown also did little to hide her thick ass, unable to fit over the curve of her rear which left most of it exposed, but that never bothered her, or at least, that's what she thought she knew.

Crossing her arms under her hefty bosom, she looked at herself in the mirror, her body so different compared to what it was when she was human, before she and you were pulled into Equestria by some magical bullshit even Twilight still couldn't figure out, being the magic nerd she was. She still couldn't get over how you hadn't turned into a pony like herself, and she just couldn't understand how you could handle the pressure that'd been placed on your shoulders while also dealing with her relentless bullying, a pang of regret rising in her chest. After a few minutes of contemplation, she turned on her hooves slowly and made her way back to her room's door, pulling it open slowly, the creek deafening in the silence as she poked her head out, looking to the door just down the hall, your door, the one to your room.

Unlike her earlier confident stride, she moved to your door with uncertain steps, wondering if this was the right idea before shutting that thought down, because if anyone could understand what she was going through, it'd be you. She lifted her hand and rapped it against the door, waiting a moment that dragged on for far too long before pushing the door open, letting herself in, closing it behind her. "Hey..." Her voice was softer, more tame and calm compared to her loud, boisterous tone she used to draw attention to herself, the wood of your door creaking slightly as she leaned back against it, fiddling with her hands, not daring to look at you in the moment. "Can we...talk? I want to...understand something." Her voice trailed off into a low murmur, looking so uncharacteristically unlike herself in that moment, being raw and vulnerable wasn't like her, or at least, the version that many got to know.