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- >You are Anon
- >And you're currently being hauled to bed against your will by a large Moonhorse
- "I can sleep in my own bed dammit! I'm a grown ass man."
- >"But Anon, won't you get cold?" she replies with a mischievous grin
- "That's what blankets are for!" You yell back as you attempt to throw yourself out of her magic
- >That would have been easier if she wasn't a good 5 times your height
- >Magic works like that, right?
- >Probably got to do with surface area or something
- >Her grin grows bigger
- >"It seems all the blankets in the castle have...disappeared."
- >Goddammit
- "Goddammit! You took all of them just so you had an excuse you don't even need?!"
- >"Are you giving me permission?"
- >Fuck
- >You make another attempt to break free but resistance futile
- >Luna approaches the door to her room carrying you behind her
- >You lower your shields and surrender your ship
- >She climbs onto her bed and lifts you onto it magically
- >She wraps her limbs around you and lays down in her bed
- >"Goodnight, Anon, we love you."
- >You sigh and get comfortable
- "Goodnight, Luns"
- >You can see the sun rising outside the window
- >Normally you wouldn't be opposed to cuddling moonhorse but she surprised you
- >You resisted mostly out of spite
- >You scrunch up close to her chest
- >Fuck snuggies this is true comfort
- >The fluff on her chest acts as a blanket wrapping around your smaller form
- >You hug her back and hear her emit a slight sigh
- >You are become sleep
- >Such is life in Canterlot
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