>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.