Who would have thought a simple modeling request could have such far reaching consequences? Rarity certainly hadn’t.
Yet here she was, trapped in a pile of slumbering ponies. Her head rested on a purple wing, and a set of yellow hooves clung to her barrel. Applejack and Rainbow Dash both rested against one of her hind legs while Pinkie had stolen Twilight’s other wing.
Time to get up... she thought with a sigh, before leaning over and planting a kiss on Twilight’s cheek. “Darling?” She asked the drowsy alicorn. “Tell the girls I’ll be working downstairs, won’t you?”