[Blaze and Hover]

As the two ponies set about their work, they'd find...peculiar thoughts entering unbidden into their minds. Memories of cold winter nights spent snug and safe by a warm fire. A pang of ache as they remembered a bruise they'd received that day. How soft and cozy their bed would be right now. Even as they tried to ignore them, these thoughts only grew and grew until they could hardly work for thinking of how tired they were or how good a nap would feel right about now. Sooner or later, Blaze notices Hover yawning and flies the two of them back to the ship. The cannon would be stowed safely above where they pageant would be held, ready for their use tomorrow. All that was left for them was to fall asleep in the other's legs.

Little did they know, that all four of their crewmates were already sleeping peacefully, victims of the same sudden weariness...

[The next morning]

Sandy, as per usual, was the first to awaken.

And Luna above did he feel good. The little engineer couldn't rightly remember the last time he'd sleep so well. Now why do you suppose he-oh, right. The warm, cuddly filly by his side. He flushed gently, taking a moment to admire just how cute his little 'Bow looked when she was sleeping. How could he disturb such a peaceful-looking pony?

With the greatest of care, he slipped silently out of his cot, hovering over a soft pillow for Rainbow to cuddle in his stead. His new crossbow he left on his nightstand. On tip-hooves, he crept out of his room, blowing a kiss to his filly before heading to the gym for his morning workout....

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Sandy finished stretching out on the padded mats, and lightly bounced on his hooves. Big mission today meant he needed to get good and loose, even though the chances of actual fighting were quite small. Never doubt the Captain's ability to sniff out trouble, and when trouble and the Cirrus crew mixed, a lively brawl was soon to follow.

He crouched down, putting his weight on his hind legs. Something simple, to start with; a short sprint, followed by a hoof-spring and single flip. He took off galloping, threw himself forward, planting a hoof onto the ground and-

*FWUMP*

-landed flat on his back.

Sandy took a deep breath and sat himself back up. Alright, okay, nothing to worry about, just didn't take it fast enough. Don't let it get to you, and try it again. He took his position, crouched down, sprinted, leaped forward and-

*FWUMP*

-landed exactly where he'd hit the first time.

Undaunted, Sandy sprung to his hooves and tried again. And again. And again. Time after he time he threw himself into the simple trick, and time after time he fell hard on his back. Shaking the spots from his eyes, he smacked the pad in frustration. "What in th' hay is wrong with..."

A girlish voice fell silent, echoing in the empty gym.

Sandy froze. Then, the little engineer scrambled upright, turning madly to look at themselves. A well-toned, well-curved body met their eyes.

The bathroom doors burst open as the pony barreled through, making a beeline for the sinks. Or more precisely, the mirrors above the sinks. Sandy splashed cold water into her eyes, and looked to see...

A curving muzzle.

Long eyelashes.

And a long mane, done up in two cute braided pigtails complete with pink bows.

[Cirrus - The next morning]

The crew would be awoken bright and early by a high-pitched scream echoing through the ship. By the sounds of it, it came from the gym. Somepony was in trouble!

Speaking of ponies in trouble, if any of the crew took the time to notice, they'd also find themselves a little bit...different than when they went to sleep the night before.

But only if their mods want them to, see the OOC thread.