In a world without a sun, Applejack and her family are fed up with lackluster harvests and long miserable months of darkness devoid of light and laughter. Somepony needs to bring that gosh darned 'princess' to her senses, and Applejack reckons if it ain't anypony else, it oughta be her.

Just a short and simple little story I thought of writing.

Written as a fetish fic so be aware of that, though it's pretty tame.

contains: farts, facesitting, plot worship

"Dear Princess Celestia, as your (former) most faithful student, I feel I have to warn you that this is probably a trap. Chrysalis cannot possibly be serious about this. Why would anyone, much less her, want to shoot a documentary on us?"

Chrysalis, queen of all the changeling hives and infinitely cunning architect of their plans to conquer Equestria, has a problem: She knows diddly-squat about ponies. But Chrysalis is cleverer than most—or all—changelings, and she's already devised a brilliant solution to this trifling issue: Make a movie about them.

Tenth place winner in Equestria Daily's Outside Insight contest.