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Twilight raised and stretched, her eyes unwilling to jam open against the harsh sunlight. She groaned for a moment, hoping to get her bearings and find Spike's basket, before she realized that rather than the familiar dark blue, starry cloth, her body was draped in sheets of snow white rimmed with gold.
She found herself to suddenly be very, very awake, her brain fizzling at the sight of a room that she had seen from the outside only once or twice in her entire life. A simple red carpet and a golden stand for a bird confirmed that this was indeed the most sacred bedroom in the world, and one she had just woken up in.
The diligent librarian scanned her memory for the activities she had engaged in over the past three days, but came up as only a soupy haze of the sounds of her former mentor's voice and a vision of a train door opening. The words "Canterlot" and "urgent" flashed through her mind's eye, and abruptly she was up.
"Princess?!" Twilight's voice called out with a desperate, raspy strain. "Princess Celestia?!"
Twilight tried her best to hold in her panic, her breath caught in her throat. A prickling sensation all along her browline revealed itself to be the first upstarts of the familiar sheet of sweat that covered her face during these times when fear got the better of her.
She jumped from the bed, stumbling on uncertain hooves along the floor. "Princess, my love, where are you?" Twilight did a double take. She raised a hoof to her muzzle to silence any further embarassing outbursts, only to find vertigo overtake her as her balance changed. She felt herself collapse against the floor as she did, not noticing her eyes changing between lavender and a bright gold.
"My...love? What? Where did that...why do I love Celes..." The words came tumbling from her mouth, her eyelids fluttering and her pupils flicking across the length of her eyes in uneven spasms. "I...Spike? Spike, could you get me some coffee? I feel...sleeee...." Twilight's head hit the floor, her tongue hanging loosely from her mouth. She was vaguely aware of a large shadow looming over her, making no motion to help her.
"I needb...love...I...love..u...I lodvlu." She found her pleas for aid warped and twisted as they left her mouth, the pool of saliva surrounding her uncooperative lips further distorting the message. The last sensation she registered was one of a pair of strong fore hooves surrounding her, cradling her body as it lost the battle with the fatigue that was spreading all across her.
"I love you too, my dear." Celestia's horn stopped glowing with the murky golden light it had cast before, her tender smile widening at the site of Twilight snuggling into her arms. "Tomorrow I'll be sure to wake you up myself."
A/N: Vimbert The Unimpressive's not the only one who can do Mind Rape.