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// Kencolt's Ana-vism (Majin Syeekoh's "Trixie's Nap Hole") 
// Story: Never the Final Word (Vol. 2) 
// by FanOfMostEverything 
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"And then, she was going on about 'Nap Holes'. I think I got that cleared out, more or less, but... honestly! I mean, have you ever heard of anything like that?" Starlight was giggling a bit as she related the tale to her teacher, mentor, and first real friend after her bout  with—she could admit it these days—experimenting with Evil Overlordship.

Twilight nodded. "The term is really self-explaining, of course. She was obviously using it as a metaphor for friendship."

Starlight blinked. "Um... well, yes, and you figured that out really quick—"

"That, or an extra-dimensional aperture leading to a personal subspace used primarily for the purpose of napping when unable to get to one's bed."

The unicorn stared, dumbstruck, at the alicorn. "A what."

"Oh,  yes. In theory, universal to ponies, but in practice, barely a  vestigial pocket. Ponies have mostly evolved beyond the need for them. You'll really only find them used by those who, well, can charitably be called dumb."

"Bwah."

"Honestly, probably for the best. Equinothropologically, they tended to collect mold. Very unsanitary."

"You scare me sometimes."

Twilight shrugged. "I'm used to that nowadays."