You rub your arm and look past the pair of feet and hooves. Before you lay the single most expansive pillow fort, nay…pillow fortress, Equestria has ever witnessed. To compare it to the meager creations of your childhood would be an insult to the sheer amount of effort that went into building it. The entire west wing of the hotel, some thirty or so rooms, had been harvested of their pillows, blankets and cushions to concoct the monstrosity that now filled the lounge. 