You stumble down the stairs, bleary-eyed and once again unable to sleep. Turning the corner into your kitchen, you see Princess Luna. Her head is lost in the depths of your refrigerator.
You weren’t surprised. Luna had been spending more and more time with you, which you rather appreciated. After all, it meant more cuddles and better sleep for you. You had both become very comfortable with each others’ presence, hence Luna’s rooting around for food.
Luna removes her head from the refrigerator, her head pointed upward as she uses her magic to chug at least a quarter of a gallon of milk. Eventually, she removes her lips from the plastic jug. “Ahhhh.”
Noticing you in the corner of her eye, She turns at you and smiles, some milk left on her muzzle. “There you are! Want any milk to help you sleep?” She shakes the jug tantalizingly with her magic aura.
“Warm milk is supposed to help you sleep, and no, I do not want any of that milk, since you were just drinking directly from it. It’s your milk now.”
Princess Luna places the jug back in the refrigerator. “Oooooh,” she mocks, shaking a hoof in the air. “Look at me, the big, scary human afraid of catching pony cooties. As if you weren’t already infected from cuddling close to me almost every night.” She then burps rather loudly and wipes the milk off of her muzzle with a hoof. “Excuse me.”
Perhaps there was such a thing as being too comfortable in each others’ presence.
“Alright, well, what’s your plan for tonight?” you ask.
“My plan? Why is it that I have to have the plan?”
“Because you’re the magical pony princess of cuddles that’s here to fix my sleep, remember? So, what? Cuddle outside with some blankets? Snuggle together and watch another movie?”
Luna tilts her head curiously at you. “What’s wrong with your bed?”
“Ugh, I’m just sick of that thing right now,” you huff. “Never does me any good.”
“Well, I could just cuddle you on the kitchen floor. That way we don’t have to go anywhere,” Luna suggests, closing the fridge door with her magic and flopping down on her side onto the tile. She grimaces.
“Little cold down there, eh?” you scoff knowingly.
“Y-yeah, just a little,” she replies, wincing and she stands back up. “I’m okay with another movie night, but we have to make snacks first.”
“What? Why?”
“We never have snacks! I simply cannot truly enjoy a movie and a good snuggling without snacks.”
“Alright, fine, we’ll make some popcorn, and-”
“No, I mean like snacks. Stuff that I’d be ashamed for ponies to see me eat. Like pancakes with chocolate and peanut butter mixed in, and cheese dip with ten kinds of cheese. Real snuggling food, do you understand?"
“That sounds disgusting,” you question. Suddenly, your eyes light up. “Why don’t we build a fort!?”
“A fort?” Luna asks. “Will conquering your enemies and building symbols of military domination in their lands help you to sleep?”
“Not like that,” you begin explaining, smiling at the vestiges of Luna’s long exile appearing once again in her understanding. “Like a miniature fort for cuddling. Y’know, out of pillows and blankets and things.”
Her eyes appear to sparkle. “Oh! Well, that sounds very nice as well! Perhaps we should make the fort in that alcove?” she suggests, pointing toward a nook in the wall between your kitchen and living room, left by the architect for some unknown reason. “Less space means that we’d have to cuddle much closer."
You regard Luna carefully, highly impressed with her critical thinking. “I like the way you think, Your Highness.”
A few minutes later and you have made a line of cushions covering the ground, leaving a two-foot gap between the two walls and a good five feet in length of cuddling space, all covered by a blanket roof. The entrance is hidden, obscured by yet more cushions.
Luna climbs in gingerly. There is not enough room in the fort for her to turn around, so when she reaches the end of the fort, a very short portion of her flowing, starry tail still hangs out. “I am Princess Luna, sovereign of this very comfortable symbol of military prowess!” she crows triumphantly from inside. “Now if only a gallant knight was to enter into my service and protect this fiefdom!”
Taking that as your cue, you wiggle your way awkwardly into the tight space, your side butting up against Luna’s. “Have no fear, your highness, I am here to pledge myself to your cause in exchange for land rights and coin.”
“Excellent!” Luna gasps, clopping her hooves together in the low light. “Now, we must bring up the drawbridge!” Her horn lights up, plugging the fort entrance with a couch cushion. When the magical aura is extinguished, you are both left in almost complete darkness.
You wrap an arm around Luna; the contact of your hand with her far side causes her to giggle and flare up her wings. “How in Equestria are we going to be able to cuddle at all in this small space?” she asks you.
“This isn’t Equestria,” you tell her, rolling her on her side and pulling her tightly against you. “Welcome to Earth.”
Luna chuckles a little and wiggles her hips to find the perfect position. “I don’t think I’ve let you be the big spoon before,” she muses, placing one of her hooves over the hand rubbing her tummy. “I suppose this is your lucky day, brave knight.”
You nuzzle her cheek from behind and give her a squeeze. “C’mon, I know you like being cuddled too, instead of just doing all of the cuddling.”
She wiggles her hips slightly and presses her body back against yours affectionately. “Yeah, I do. To be honest, I like being the little spoon more than I do anything else.”
You half-chuckle, half-hum as you weasel your left leg in between her back hooves and groan softly in contentment. “Can you wrap one of those blankets around us?”
Luna’s horn lights up softly, bathing you both in a gentle blue light as a brand new blanket gently lays itself over you both. Then, just as before, a calming pitch black falls around you.
"It is a little cramped in here," you muse, squirming a little as you adjust your body against hers and wrap your arms more tightly around her barrel. "We better cuddle tighter!"
“Mmmm,” she hums softly, shimmying in ecstasy as your hand runs through her chest floof. “Comfortable!”
The next night, Luna enters your room carrying a glass of milk in her magical aura. "I brought you some warm milk!"
"Thank you," you coo back at her, taking it and chugging it down quickly.
When you're finished, you look back up at the Princess of the Night, who is grinning gleefully. You crinkle up your nose and look down at the glass, then at her. "Wait...is...is this the milk from-"
Princess Luna immediately bursts out laughing, and wipes a tear away from her eye as she struggles to regain her breath. "Y-y-you have pony cooties n-now!"
"Oh yeah?" you bellow, standing up in bed. "Well, if I'm going down with the deadly infection, I'm taking you with me!"
Jumping off of the bed, you tackle Luna to the ground and begin tickling under her front legs.
"No!" she cries, cackling maniacally and squirming as you move your hands down and dance them across her tummy.
"I can't help it!" you growl while grinning, your eyes widening maddeningly. "Violent tickle assaults are a symptom of pony cootie infection!"