>Celestia soundly slept in her bed, dreaming whatever sun princesses dreamt.
>She tossed, turned, and rubbed her face onto her pillow, finding herself in a rather exciting dream.
>So asleep and into her dream was she, that she wasn't awoken by the creaking of her opening window.
>In stepped a man, dressed for stealth, who had climbed the sides of the castle just to reach Celestia's room.
>In his hand was a small container.
>While its contents were unknown, its purpose was certainly not of a good nature.
>The man crept up to the sleeping princess, popping the lid off the container.
>The princess, blissfully unaware of the danger looming over her, turned towards the intruder in her sleep.
>Her horn within his reach, the man tipped the container over it, a white, sticky substance slowly dripping out.
>He made sure the entire tip of her horn was covered in the material, the container itself being emptied from such a dedicated job.
>When he was sure Celestia's horn was covered enough to prevent magic use, the man slid a pack off of his back and rummaged through it, taking some ropes out of the bag.
>Moving as quietly as he could, the man threw the covers off of the sleeping princess' form.
>Taking the ropes, he secured them around Celestia's body, ensuring she was immobile.
>Her hooves, torso, and wings fastened, the man reached into his pack once more for another item.
>As the man took his final item out, the princesses eyes opened without warning, a shocked expression plastered on her face.
>"What a dream..." she whispered to herself. It took her all of two seconds to notice the form standing above her.
>"Shit."
>"...Anonymous?" the princess asked as she yawned. When she tried to stretch, however, she found she was bound with rope. "What!?"
>"I really hoped I'd have to explain this to you later."
>"Anonymous, release me!"
>"Ehhh...no."
>The princess' horn flared, but the substance covering her horn bubbled and popped as her blocked magic tried to get through.
>"What did you do to my horn!?"
>"Uh, spread my jizz on it."
>Celestia dry heaved.
>"Oh don't be like that. If it makes you feel better, I thought of you while making it."
>In the moonlight, one could see Celestia's normally pearl colored face turn a slight shade greener.
>"Why are you doing this, Anonymous!?" the princess asked, holding back the urge to vomit.
>"Because I need a cuddle slave, and you'll do just perfectly."
>"A cuddle slave!? GUAR-"
>Anonymous' last item, a white cloth rag, was pulled over Celestia's mouth and tied, making for a surprisingly effective gag.
>Celestia thrashed about and screamed, but to no avail.
>Anonymous quickly scooped her up in his arms, preventing her from making anymore noise on the bed.
>He carried her with him out the window and into the night before climbing back down to his room, which he had also left the window open to.
>Anonymous gently set Celestia on his bed, then climbed in himself, his arms wrapping around the bound and angry alicorn.
>"Just for tonight, Celly," he tried to sooth.
>He hugged her, and the princess, seeing as there was no way out, calmed down and let the cuddling ensue, falling back asleep as the minutes passed.
>Anonymous soon followed, embracing the warmth and company of his temporary teddy-pony.