>Oh sweet you, your head
>You are Celestia, and it is DEFINITELY day hangover in Equestria
>You're currently bundled up in your room, under the covers of your massive bed
>Cracking your eyes open, you groan as your own damn sun fills your vision
>Either you raised it in your sleep, or Luna did it for you
>Good ol' Luna
>Clenching your eyes shut, you wiggle deeper under the covers
>Snuggle right up to the lovely warmth Anon was giving off
>...
>Wait, what?
>Your eyes explode open this time, and you stare right next to you
>Right at the back of Anonymous' scarred head
>Big spoon, yes!
>And, well, at least it was someone that was fairly close to you
>Not like around 1600 years ago...
>The castle staff STILL weren't sure how you managed to get a dragon into your room, let alone without alerting the rest of Canterlot
>Although, they certainly were aware of what happened the night before, when they came rushing to your room at the sound of a dragon's waking roar
>Let's just say you had to hire entirely new cleaning staff
>A few of them even quit before they entered your room, not even wanting to submit themselves to the horrors that was the results of your drinking
>Brain bleaching spells were expensive, after all, and required you to relive the memories being erased
>With a faint smile, you shuffle closer to Anon, wiggling your hooves around him
>Only to hear a groan coming from behind you
>Your face goes blank, and your turn to look behind you
>Only to see Twilight, limbs adorably wrapped around your giant, novelty magic book
>well, half novelty. The spells in there were ancient and very real
>You can't help but grin as she nuzzles at the book's spine, muttering something about a 'special somebook'
>It wouldn't be until around ten minutes from now that you would fully realize she was in your bed
>Still grinning, you turn back to cuddle with Anon
>...which is when you catch sight of your ceiling
>Specifically, the chandelier, and the pony tangled within it
>Sleeping
>You try to focus at the pony for a moment, ignoring your hangover and your own blinding light
>It's hard to tell, but you think the pony has bubbles on its flank
>Your face scrunches up, trying to figure out just how the hell she ended up there
>More importantly, how the mailmare from Ponyville got involved in last night's shenanigans
>With a quick snort, you finally lie back down with Anon
>Wait a minute
>Oh, there it is
>The everything suddenly coming into focus
>Realizing you had a pony sleeping in your chandelier, your faithful student was in YOUR bed with your largest book, and you were spooning Anon
 
>Suddenly, you are Luna
>And you are rather rudely woken up by a scream worthy in comparison to your own ROYAL CANTERLOT VOICE
>With a groan, you magic over another two pillows and stuff them against your ears
>Then snuggle back up to Whirly, your own little Shining Armor
 
>You are Celestia again, and you're standing at the foot of your bed
>Your covers were flung off to who knows where
>Anon was shoved off one side of the bed, still asleep on his face
>And Twilight was, somehow, still asleep despite being shoved off her own side of the bed, with the book landing on top of her
>She does, though, curl back up rather adorably with it
>You can't help but let out a "D'awww" even in your hyper alert state
>Your ears flick as you hear a shuffle above you, soon followed by a thump as the crosseyed mare hits the floor
>"Princess! I have a letter for you! It's from Twilight"
>A look of confusion passes over your face. Just how drunk did she get that she sent a letter through the post, instead of handing it to you in person?
>You take the letter and float over a hooffull of bits, putting them into the mare's saddlebags as you took them down from your chandelier
"Thank you, my little pony"
>You give the mailmare your warmest you're-still-hungover smile, and she salutes you right before turning around, giving her rump an adorable wiggle, and taking flight right out your window
>With her gone, though, and the other two asleep, you drop the smile completely and let out a sigh
>You could really go for some coffee right now
>You start to make your way towards the large door of your room, on your way for glorious coffee when a thought hits you
>Where was Spike?
 
>You are Spike, and you are royally fucked, probably literally in a few minutes
>You giggle at the thought of using a naughty word, but that doesn't change the fact
>You were in the changeling queen's chambers, with Rarity staring back at you, a flash of both lust and green in her eyes
>Last night was insane, and how everything worked up to you being here still confused you slightly
>But something tells you that what was going to come next, you weren't going to forget
>Well, Twi wasn't here to tell you off for what you were about to do, knowing full well who Rarity actually was right now
>But it didn't matter, you were finally going to get to live out one of your dreams
>Although, there was still something off-putting
>That strange smell that seemed to fill the air
>The faint hint of decay...