Nap Duty


                                            >Be Anon.

                                            >Once a human, now a batpony.

                                            >Something something 'magical portal,' something something 'Stuck in magical horseland.'

                                            >Whatever.

                                            >You’re living rent-free in a castle and you’ve got a stable job.

                                            >Specifically, Night Guard for Princess Luna.

                                            >Cool armor, cool wings, cool job.

                                            >Except you have one very unusual daily assignment.

                                            >Every day, without fail, you’re ordered to report outside Princess Luna’s bedroom at exactly noon.

                                            >Not to guard the door.

                                            >No, you’re there for... nap duty.

                                            >Luna’s nap.

                                            >And apparently, you (and only you) are a required ingredient.

                                            >You're still in full armor, standing there like an idiot.

                                            >Noon sun shining through the tall stained-glass windows.

                                            >You could be asleep in the barracks like every other night guard.

                                            >But nope.

                                            >Here you are.

                                            >Waiting to be... what?

                                            >You're not even sure anymore.

                                            >You shift awkwardly, trying not to fall asleep on your hooves.

                                            >And then you hear her.

                                            >The sound of royal-clad hooves approaching.

                                            >The soft hum of her magical presence.

                                            >The scent of lavender and moonflower.

                                            >Princess Luna is here.

                                            >She rounds the corner, her mane flowing like a cosmic waterfall.

                                            >Eyes half-lidded and dreamy, but they light up the moment she sees you.

                                            >"Ah... my favorite part of the day," she says with a smile that’s too wide for someone about to collapse from sleep deprivation.

                                            >You open your mouth to greet her but you barely get out a

                                            “P-Prin-”

                                            >BOOM!

                                            >Magic aura.

                                            >You are no longer standing.

                                            >You are floating.

                                            >Armor clinks softly as Luna levitates you through her bedroom door.

                                            >No protest.

                                            >No hesitation.

                                            >She’s done this enough times to make it look effortless.

                                            >Like you’re some plushie she can just summon whenever she wants.

                                            >She kicks the door shut behind her with a hindleg.

                                            >Wards flicker to life, soundproofing, locking spells, the whole shebang.

                                            >This mare takes nap time seriously.

                                            >She gently sets you down on her bed like you’re made of glass.

                                            >You sit there awkwardly while she starts undressing you with her magic.

                                            >Not in a weird way.

                                            >In a "tucking in her living teddy bear" kind of way.

                                            >Your helmet, chestplate, and greaves float away and clatter gently onto a nearby rack.

                                            >“Much better,” she hums.

                                            >Then she starts unfastening her own regalia.

                                            >Tiara, necklace, shoes.

                                            >All removed with grace.

                                            >Even sleepy, she's majestic as hell.

                                            >You don't even flinch when she climbs onto the bed.

                                            >Because this is routine now.

                                            >Day after day, it’s the same.

                                            >But that doesn’t mean your heart isn't absolutely losing it every single time.

                                            >She slinks up behind you like a lioness, her midnight wings folding around you.

                                            >And before you can blink, you’re being scooped.

                                            >Wrapped in plush alicorn limbs and warm feathers.

                                            >Back pressed firmly to her chest.

                                            >Little spoon status: activated.

                                            >"I've been waiting all day for this," she whispers, her breath tickling your ear.

                                            >You could die right now.

                                            >Just evaporate from sheer embarrassment.

                                            >She nuzzles the back of your head.

                                            >You swear you can feel her smile.

                                            >Is she... purring? No, that’s probably just her snoring setting in early.

                                            >She settles in with a sigh that vibrates through her whole body.

                                            >Then silence.

                                            >She's out.

                                            >Fast asleep.

                                            >Just like that.

                                            >You lie there motionless.

                                            >Your face is on fire.

                                            >Your ears are on fire.

                                            >Your tail is twitching like a nervous cat.

                                            >Your mind is racing.

                                            >Why you?

                                            >Why every day?

                                            >You’re not special.

                                            >You're not even particularly talkative or interesting.

                                            >But here you are.

                                            >Being used as Princess Luna’s official snuggle bat.

                                            >You feel her tighten her grip slightly.

                                            >A gentle tug.

                                            >Like she’s making sure you don’t slip away.

                                            >You sigh softly, heart still pounding.

                                            >Maybe it's not so bad.

                                            >Being someone’s favorite.

                                            >Being her favorite.

                                            >Wrapped in warmth, comfort, and the scent of starlight.

                                            >Your eyes begin to droop.

                                            >Guess you're getting a nap too.

                                            >You smile faintly as sleep takes you.

                                            >Still held tight in the hooves of a princess.

                                            >And deep down, you hope tomorrow’s nap comes quickly.

                                            >The end.