Sunlight filtered through purple curtains, tall and wide, and turned the final product into a beautiful lavender light that bounced off of a sleepy white unicorn. Rarity truly had the life of luxury, compared to what the rest of Ponyville experienced; Everything was of the highest quality in her entire abode, from the most lavish desk adorned with sketches to the smallest set of china in a high cupboard. The beauty of everything was magnified by the weak sunlight, but none of them could compare to the unicorn herself.
Usually Rarity went to bed with a pink sleeping mask and a pair of pure white pajamas, but the last night's events, which included staying up late to finish a dress for the Duchess of Hoofington, wore her out so much she had retired to her bed in her birthday suit. Even then, she was nothing short of gorgeous as her heavy eyelids slowly fluttered open.
"What a night, Opalescence!" she yawned loudly, stretching her hooves from under the sheet.
The feline, curled up under a bolt of fabric, meowed as she awoke.
"Indeed, my dear. Today should go quite smoothly, as I only need to readjust the elastic on the flank and I will be done!" Rarity grinned and edged her hooves out of the bed.
Opal meowed coldly, her tail whisking over the fabric.
"Somekitty's cranky today." She got her hooves on the floor, but for some reason the rest of her body wouldn't follow. Is something caught on my tail?
"Come on, mommy's got some work to do..." She yanked her body forward with a newfound strength, and with a dull crack, the unicorn fell from the bed, one hoof crushed below her chest and the other in front of her nose. A firecracker of agony exploded in her back, and she winced. For a fleeting moment, Rarity wondered just how idiotic she looked, and gave thanks to the fact that Opal was both asleep and unable to talk.
As she stood up, the sharp stab of pain in her back ebbed to a throbbing, numbing pain. "Now what was that?" she snapped, annoyed by this odd and sudden handicap. "Opal, did you have something to do with this?"
Opal popped her head from under the fabric. She stuck out her tongue, hissed, then sat down for a quick rest.
"If that's the way you'll act, so be it."
Rarity huffed and hurried out the room, leaving Opal to snore in peace. When the unicorn began to descend the stairs, Opal's furry head reappeared and surveyed her keeper's problem, which unlike Rarity she saw swiftly. If only Rarity had seen the single spot of crimson blood among a dozen downy, white feathers spread across her sheet.
The lazy feline didn't bother pestering the unicorn to take a second look at her bed; she simply yawned once more, and curled up under the protection of the fabric. Within a few seconds she was fast asleep.
Her steps echoed down the stairs. The final step neared- victory, and the kitchen, was close enough to taste.
She reached for it, a wide smile on her face...
...And missed.
The unicorn flew over the step, wind buffeting her mane, and with a cry she landed, for the second time that morning, on her face.
"Opal!" she squealed. Her tongue accidentally licked the floor mid-speech and she recoiled immediately. "Help me, Opal dear!" Her hooves flew about wildly in her attempts to get upright again, but a strange weight on her aching back held her to the ground- like a handsome Mexican stallion, who happened to be a wrestler, had put her in a headlock.
Opal didn't respond.
"The nerve of some creatures!" Rarity gave up her vain attempts, and with a sad mumble, relaxed herself. The carpet was beginning to feel quite comfortable, but she didn't realize that last time she had vacuumed was before Fluttershy came over for some evening tea two months ago. A single, dramatic tear rolled down an eye and was instantly soaked up by the vulgar carpeting.
"As much as I want to wallow in my own self-pity, I must move forward! Onward, body!" she cried valiantly.
Rarity arched her back and pushed. She felt the heavy weight slide a little, but it didn't allow enough room to be free of it and go on with her (hopefully) normal day. The fashionista snorted, something she normally looked down upon, then growled. "It isn't usually this difficult to stand up... Then again, I'm usually not this much of a ditz..."
She went through some quick ideas; Could she have rolled herself in the leftover fabric from the dress? No, that's just silly, she thought. Could the sleep deprivation affected her body so heavily? "I've stayed up longer," Rarity murmured.
She kicked the floor in frustration, then whimpered as she stubbed her hoof. Although she didn't put much force behind it, the ache in her hoof felt like being burned by a pan.
"Then what explanation is there?" Rarity began to hyperventilate, her eyes wide.
In Rarity's room, now sprawled across the desk, Opal purred as her fluffy tail whisked piles of sketches off the oak surface. Some fell into the nearby trashcan, some onto an uncapped marker Sweetie Belle had left out when she last visited. She left large clumps of thick fur in the niches of the wood, knowing well that Rarity would have an awfully hard time cleaning it out, and knowing that some of her owner's sketches, a select few that could get her famous among all classes of Canterlot, were being ruined by her doings.
She didn't care.
The feline meowed softly, the papers beneath her bum in the perfect position. None could poke her during a slumber, and the cold, cruel wood was far away from her skin.
"Opal!" came Rarity's desperate cry. The pony had already called thrice, each time a little more forlorn.
Opalescence decided it could wait. What was more important than a nap?
Rarity sniffed, saddened at her situation. Nopony could hear her, nor help. She was utterly alone, held to the floor by an unknown weight for that might as well be a Mexican wrestler stallion.
To add on to her conundrum, it was as if the weight had attached itself to her- she felt new nerves that had never been there before across her aching back, crisscrossing over already existing ones. As much as it pained her to think a Mexican wrestler was attached, perhaps permanently, to her, she couldn't bring herself to do anything about it.
But alas, she was so bored.
"Perhaps it just takes a little more effort." Rarity felt her confidence rise and she channeled all her remaining energy into moving the tumor on her back. It took some straining and sweating (To which Rarity almost yelped), but soon she was finally upright and taking small steps towards the dress on the far side of the boutique.
"Let's put this behind us, and get to work!" Rarity exclaimed, already looking for her trusty glasses.
Suddenly a strong gust of wind whipped her face and she felt her hooves slip from under her, and before the poor unicorn could realize what was happening she was flying across Carousel Boutique, her mane flailing limply, and the door rapidly approaching.
"TELL SWEETIE I LOVE HER!" Rarity shrieked as she made contact. Surprisingly the door crushed as she touched it, leaving a large threshold for her to propel through and into the open.
And away she went, pushed towards an unseen destination by an unseen wrestler attached to her back.