>Morningtime of being filly in Equestria
>You're running out of ways to start your mental thought processes
>The fact that last night's sleepover did not include sleep is not helping
>You're just glad that you took over the tea-making duties before they did
>Repeat incidents of the ashen juice are far from acceptable
>Though the sleepover wasn't a total bust
>Half way through what was supposed to be torture you started planning the long game
>They're all so friendly here, those three would be perfect scapegoats for more extreme pranks
>But enough evil plans that have a chance to backfire, back to current time
>The fillies are gone and you are exhausted
>Curse this small body and its limits
>When you were the one and only Anon, and human, you could go four days without rest!
>You glance your tired eyes to Anon as he sits upon the living room couch, reading a trashy magazine
>Scratch that, he's napping
>...damn, that looks comfortable
>Maybe he wouldn't mind if...?
>Wait, of course he wouldn't mind, you're adorable and you wouldn't mind
>You sneakily creep up on Anon with the stealth of a thousand cats
>Or one clumsy unicorn
>Slowly, you lift yourself onto the couch next to him, and very very slowly place one hoof on his lap
>You keep constant vigilance on your human counterpart to make sure that you have plausible deniability if he wakes
>When his breathing hitches a little, you freeze
>It slowly returns and you release the breath you didn't notice you were holding
>Slowly working yourself onto the golden land of lap takes but minutes but it feels like hours
>Those anime lap-pillows were onto something, this shit is one of the comfiest places you've been in
>Once fully settled, you slowly drift off to sleep
>Bliss achieved

>Be Morningtime Anon, Equestria's grumpiest biped
>You're going to have to be more careful of when you instigate these sleepovers
>Or at least have more cider
>You did not sleep a wink
>Who knew that those three fillies would be so loud all night?
>Clearly not you
>Rarity did not help your state when she absolutely insisted on a spa trip later to "clear up those bags under your eyes, darling!" when she picked up Sweetie Belle
>At least AJ and Dash had the courtesy of taking their fillies with some semblance of speed
>You are alone with Nonny, and by god does that couch look comfy
>And that tabloid that you were reading just last week is sitting within reaching distance of your spot
>Gotta have some way to deter her from getting you back quickly
>Sitting down and snatching it up, you promptly fall asleep
>Or at least you would if Nonny wasn't trying to do something
>You'd do something after that fiasco, wouldn't you?
>You keep your eyes closed in a blissful near sleep state, waiting for the other proverbial shoe to drop
>It doesn't take long, you feel her slowly tap your leg with her hoof
>Surprising, you thought she'd go for the magic route after all those lessons with purple
>But not as surprising as when she crawls onto your lap very slowly
>Like she's not trying to wake you...?
>Oh fuck that's adorable
>You wait for her breathing to stabilize before you open an eye
>This is the cutest thing you've ever seen
>The filly is sleeping on your lap like a cat
>You wish you had a camera ready
>But seeing it is enough for now
>You reach a hand up, and start gently stroking her mane and coat
>You're glad you don't have anything you have to get done today
>Even if you did, you weren't gonna do it
>The ponies would probably understand
>You slowly drift off yourself, content with the feel of Nonny's soft fur and mane
>Bliss achieved