“Me!” Twilight declares happily. “I have a big, fluffy sleeping bag that can fit us both easily.”
“Alright,” you agree quickly.
The girls buzz about setting up their sleeping bags on the floor. You follow Twilight to a corner, where she unrolls her bag and fluffs up a pillow. Nearby, the den’s fireplace casts a faint glow across the room as the last embers of the fire begin to die down.
You watch Twilight wiggle into the bag with trepidation. “Are you sure about this, Twilight? I can easily just go sleep in my bed…”
Twilight tilts her head at you and smiles sweetly. “Don’t be silly. I’d like your company!”
Shrugging, you place your feet into the bag next to Twilight and wiggle your way inside. Immediately, she presses her fluffy side up against you and purrs happily.
“See?” she asks. “Now we’re all comfy.”
You clear your throat awkwardly as you mull your next move. “Do you uh…want to get comfier?”
Twilight gasps and nods emphatically, grinning from ear to ear. “YES! I mean...yes, please”
“Excited?”
Blushing, Twilight purses her lips and gazes bashfully away from you. “W-well, I…Sorry. I’ve been reading all about sleepover cuddling techniques and I’m just happy to have the chance to try them out with somecreature special.”
Rolling over onto your side, you wrap an arm around Twilight Sparkle and place your head onto her barrel. You give her a brief tight squeeze before you move your hand up to play with her ample chest floof. “Sounds good to me.”
Twilight lets out a quick burst of giggles, and she brings her far forehoof up to cover her muzzle. Without speaking a word, she then wraps her other hoof around your shoulders and nuzzles into the top of your head. “Mhhmmmmm,” she hums happily into your scalp.
Gently, you rub the side of your face against Twilight’s incredibly soft fur, slowly wiggling your way up to her neck. You jostle around for a moment to gain a favorable position, and settle on resting one hand on Twilight’s far cutie mark while the backside of the other gently strokes through her mane and up her horn.
Twilight’s tail swhishes happily around in the tight confines of the sleeping bag, brushing against your shins and leaving teasing, almost ticklish sensations on the skin. In response, you move your hand over to grab her far hoof.
Immediately, Twilight squeals softly. Looking up from your comfortable position resting against her neck, you make eye contact with her. Her face is covered with a thick blush. You raise an eyebrow in a silent question.
“I…I like having my hoof held, is all,” she whispers in a quiet explanation, to avoid disturbing the others now drifting to sleep.
“Well then,” you groan as you shift your body upward to get within nuzzling range of her warm cheek, “I guess I’ll just have to hold your hoof all night, hmm?” You run your thumb around the edge of her soft fetlock, using little circular motions in a bid to be as affectionate as possible.
Twilight giggles in pure joy for the second time in the last few minutes, although this time she doesn’t have a free hoof to cover her mouth. “Please!”
You press your front tightly into Twilight’s side from her flank to her withers and nuzzle deeply into her cheek, stealing a hint of her scent as you do so. Intertwining one of your legs between her rear hooves, you let your eyes close.
You give Twilight’s hoof one last squeeze before she drifts off, and the new set of giggles that follows does nothing to pull you away from the precipice of sleep.