>Tonight was the night.
>The night you'd finally get that one thing you wanted from the princesses.
>A good night kiss.
>On the cheek, forehead, lips, you didn't care.
>Just as long as you got it.
>Everything was set accordingly.
>You would "fall asleep" at the dinner table, and the princesses would take you to bed together.
>Once they tucked you in, you'd be so cute and irresistible that they'd have to kiss you.
>Yes.
>This was the night.
>Dinner would be ready soon, and then, you'd enact your plan.
>Those kisses would be yours.
 
>Celestia swallowed the last of her food, licking her lips afterwards.
>"Dinner was wonderful, as always."
>"Many compliments to the chefs. I know I couldn't produce the same cuisine."
>You ignored their chatter and went into position, certain they weren't watching you.
>Head down, shoulders slumped, eyes closed.
>All that was left to do was wait for them to notice you.
>"...and that is why it would be better if we recruited based on combat skill instead of intellect," Luna said to her sister, finishing a conversation you paid no attention to.
>Celestia gasped. "Luna, look at Anonymous."
>Bingo.
>"Hm, a little more worn out than usual tonight? What has he been doing all day to tire him?"
>"I don't know, but honestly...he looks a little cute like that."
>"I agree. It would seem almost as if he's doing this on purpose."
>They couldn't have been on to you, could they?
>"Well, I figure since we're headed off to our respective chambers, why not bring Anonymous along and put him to bed?"
>You felt yourself being lifted into the air, and to keep up the facade, you had your limbs limp around as you were moved.
>"He's almost like a large child, wouldn't you agree, sister?"
>"Undoubtedly."
>The two continue to chatter as you wait for the comforting embrace of your bed.
>It's coming soon, and you know it.
>And then it'll be smoochy-smooch time.
>You heard a door open, followed by hooves on plush carpet.
>This was your room.
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>You felt your body carefully lower down onto your bed sheets, followed by a blanket being put over you.
>Now that you were in bed, all that was left was to wait for the moment of glory.
>"Good night, Anonymous."
>"May we meet in your dreams tonight."
>There was a stop, then the sound of hooves hitting the ground became more and more distant until eventually, the door closed.
>...really?
>Really?
>You sit up in your bed and open your eyes, angry.
"Are you fucking serious?"
>Everything was perfect.
>You looked and acted the part, and they even said you were cute.
>Yet...nothing.
>Fucking Hell, it would be back to the drawing board tomorrow.