Waking up on top of a sheet of 'waterproof' bedding was not one of Twilight's highlights.
Waking up to the blankets sticking to her, as if she had been dipped in honey, was even worse.
With a muttering growl that was most certainly her stomach and not an overly frustrated collection of nearly arcane sounds that would have banished the offending blanket to the surface of the sun, she slid off her bed and tromped towards her bathroom.
It was about forty seconds later when her sluggishly waking mind took note of the blanket dragging on the floor behind her, collecting everything it touched its sticky surface to.
"I'm going to fix this," she said with a roll of her eyes as she floated her toothbrush up and began her morning routine.
Only to growl again and turn away, the toothbrush stuck firmly to her teeth.
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Hours and hours slipped away, a slight puddle growing around her bottom as she cycled her third chair into the fireplace. There was no way she was going to let a little thing like magic resistant goo stop her from doing her duty as one of Equestria's Princesses. There had to be a spell, a treatment, or a cure for the eldrich goop. She simply couldn't believe that the Smooze, a creature from Equestria's distant past, that had ravaged the planet and covered nearly the entire population in its corrupting slime, had never been seen as enough of a threat as to merit study or remedy.
Even a brand of soap would have been helpful, but noooooo. Equestrians were, apparently, as accustomed to bizarre monster attacks as they were to not documenting their day to day lives.
Twilight frowned at that. Maybe a strongly worded letter to the school board would bring about a era of diary/journal writing which would enlighten future generations.
Or, she considered, maybe they could hire a royal archivist to organize and catalog all of the mishaps that seemed to befall them on a weekly basis. It would certainly be more informative than that trashy romance series Rarity kept suggesting.
Frowning as she noticed the tabletop seeming to grow nearer to her muzzle, Twilight slid the rest of the way to the floor, kicked out a back leg and knocked chair number four into the fireplace before dragging in number five.
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Spike frowned at the severely reduced number of spare chairs in the, aptly named, spare chair closet. Twilight's rambuncious friend, Rainbow Dash, had a habit of accidentally destroying furniture in her landings, and one of Twilight's first royal expenditures had been the acquisition of a contract to supply her castle with a monthly order of chairs, tables, and window panes to reduce the frustration of continuously lugging the things from various shops.
And while the process seemed to work, the fact that Rainbow Dash had just smashed a chair in her attempt at another 'awesome landing' while coming over to invite Twilight to lunch had left Spike with a chair short in the main hall.
Promising to let Twilight know, he'd gone off to fetch a replacement chair and come across the situation before him.
Namely, a closet, specifically set aside for chairs, with a decidedly chair-less condition.
-~oOo~-
Twilight was ecstatic.
It had taken a lot of work, a lot of time, and a lot of chairs, but she had managed to finally pull off a magic-resistant-resistant spell to protect her books.
Clapping her hooves together in excitement, she nearly squealed with joy until the wet slopping sound of her celebration snapped her forcefully back to the real problem at hoof.
Sniffing away her displeasure at the reminder, her body lit up as a series of pinkish glows slid across the books around her, the table, the chair, and finally the floor, before fading from sight.
She leaned over the edge of the table, gently tapping a hoof against the leg and watched with a growing sense of accomplishment as the thin layer of goop she seemed to be constantly oozing simply deformed and pulled away from the table, leaving it untouched.
Nodding, she smiled.
It wasn't perfect, but it would buy her the time she needed to fix the problem without having to resort to more extreme measures. Like (1) asking for help, (2) being embarrassed, or (3) telling Princess Celestia that she had apparently fallen asleep and had hybridized with the Smooze.
Discord would NEVER let that one go. He'd read far too much into the word 'hybridized'.
No, it was a very lucky break in finding that spell... in the cooking section of all places!
And, she thought with a grin, it might also help explain why her pancakes were never as nice as Pinkie Pie's. After all, if Pinkie were using enchanted bakeware, it would explain why they never turned black and crunchy like hers. If she ever found this enchanter, 'Nolfet', she'd have to thank him... or her... for their spell.
-~oOo~-