Moonie shorts [Filly Nightmare Moon]

by Eighth


31 Goodnight Struggles

"Moonie, bed time," you call out as you glance at the clock. You lost track of time a little there.
"NO!"
You take a deep breathe then groan as you prepare for the struggle.
"Don't argue with me young lady--"
"I'm older than you! YOU go to bed."
You pause for a moment as you recall she's something like Celestia's age.
"True. But I'm your parent, I'm in charge here and I say it's time for bed," you say as you step into Moonie's room.
"NO," calls a voice from under the bed.
You smile at the childishness of all this. Older than you? Hah, not a bloody chance. As you get on all fours to check under the bed, you hear the sound of Moonie's toy chest bursting open as toys fall to the floor. You spin around fast enough to see her running out of the room. Fucking magic.

Immediately you give chase. She went left so you assume she can only be in the lounge, dining room or kitchen. Carefully you check the lounge for any signs of a little filly who scurried in for a place to hide. Everything seems alright so you go into the kitchen to see nothing out of place. You're about to wander into the dining room when you hear a yelp. In between the fridge and the pantry lies the trouble maker of the night. You cackle to yourself as you help her out.
"No, this isn't fair!"
She's firmly in you grip as you carry her to bed.
"Surrender or there will be trouble."
"Fine," she sighs.
"Good girl."

You carry her into her room and place her in bed before pulling the blanket over her tightly. Her face pops up and she stares at you with her big, starry teal eyes.
"Good night Moonie."
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I do."
"Would you do anything for me?"
You pause and think about that. Not because you're not sure but because this is Moonie and it's obvious she wants something.
"Yes."
"I want you to do a backflip then."
"You're being silly," you reply with a smile, "Goodnight Moonie."
"Goodnight Anon."