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// Couch (8/29/2016) 
// Story: A Pony a Day 
// by OfTheIronwilled 
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Rarity flopped upside down on her fainting couch and lifted up a pale hoof to her forehead. She blinked wildly and grunted to the high heavens in a high-pitched whine, before she turned her damp crystalline eyes up to Twilight. With a sniff, Rarity thrashed her forelegs out in front of her, and wiggled her hind hooves in the air.

"No, Twilight. You simply mustn't look at me. Why, I am truly a mess; what with my very heart crumpled in my chest and the stress of the evening laying down on me, I have been reduced to a shell-- no! A husk of what I... I..."

Twilight stared at her.

"Oh, you're right, dear," Rarity mumbled. The shine in her eyes disappeared, and her forelegs stilled. She sank down in the cushions. Her face drooped, her eyes falling into purple bags. "You know, after such a rough day I thought I could pick myself up with a small flair of drama," she sighed. "I suppose not."

Twilight stared at her longer. The alicorn sighed herself, and laid her heavy eyes to the floor.

"I wasn't here to judge your coping mechanism, Rarity," she said. "I was... actually hoping you'd scoot over?"

The friends' eyes locked in a pregnant pause, a sharp dance... and then Rarity fitfully wiggled to the side.

Twilight sat down on the couch with a 'fwump', and the two of them curled into a cuddly ball. There, among the soft cushions, they shared a silent, heavy weight.