Rarity flopped on to her bed.
It was a luxurious bed, of course, with padded down quilts that she could snuggle for eternity in. The pillows, filled with the softest pegasus down bits could buy, had ornate pillow covers gentle like silk. And, in addition, under those pillows was a mattress gentler and whiter than her own coat.
After lying on the bare mattress for what felt like hours, she pulled the quilts up to her neck. The quilts felt slightly ticklish, and she let out a foalish giggle as she shuffled about from underneath them.
But when she eventually settled in, she began to notice a certain… incompleteness that seemed to grow by the second; an expanding hole in her heart. She shifted and turned to lay on her belly instead. The unicorn even buried her face in the absolutely divine pillows (while carefully positioning her horn away from them), but the terrible feeling persisted.
“Prrfrfrfff…” she mumbled in the most ladylike manner. The unicorn shifted again, this time more annoyedly. Something was wrong, but she still wasn’t sure what.
Heaving a sigh, she reluctantly got up to her hooves. Although the night was young, the room was dark enough that she decided to cast a dim light spell. With heavy steps, she trod across the room and—
“Hey, Rares.”
Rarity almost stumbled from the suddenness of the voice. She turned around to face its source. At the edge of the light spell’s radius was a surprisingly gingerly pegasus who was stroking her own hoof.
Oddly enough, the gap in Rarity’s heart was gone. “Oh! Good eveni—”
“I need a hug.”
And so they snuggled.