Pony Fails

A blue hoof poked Twilight. "Twiliiiiiight..."

Twilight twitched in her sleep, but did not stir.

The hoof poked her again. "Twilight Sparkle..."

Twilight kicked out with a back leg, her wings ruffling.

The insistent poking and calling of her name continued.

Twilight's eyes cracked open, and she glared out into the darkness of her bedroom. Her horn lit up.

Trixie was staring at her with the most pitiful expression she'd ever seen in her life.

Twilight blinked. "Trixie...? What...how...what are you doing in my bedroom? How did you even get in here?"

"Trixie is lonely," Trixie whined. "Can Trixie sleep with you?"

"What? No!"

"Please?"

"No!"

"But Trixie is lonely..."

"Get out of my castle!"

Trixie made a noise like a dog whose master has just taken away its food dish.

Twilight rolled her eyes. "Get in," she said.

"Yay!" Trixie cheered, hopping up onto the bed and crawling under the covers with Twilight.

Twilight settled back down, rolling her eyes.

"Twilight? Can you...can you put your wing around Trixie?"

Twilight sighed and extended one feathery wing around Trixie. "Good night, Trixie."

"Goodnight, Twilight Sparkle."

Five minutes later, Trixie farted hard enough to blow the covers completely off the bed and partially melt the castle.

She was found a week later in the Everfree Forest, living off squirrel guts and barking like a rat terrier.