>Anonymous, number 1 snoop of Equestria.
>That's at least what you wanted to be known as.
>Snooping around Luna's room would earn you that title in a heartbeat, considering next to nobody has even been in here.
>What was it that you liked so much about snooping, though?
>The thrill of finding the skeletons in one's closet (both figuratively and literally)?
>Knowing someone's personal habits the blind public didn't see?
>Perhaps.
>But whatever the reason, it felt good to be someone who invaded everyone's privacy.
>Luna would be no different.
>Taking a look around her room, nothing suspicious is out in the open, but you expected that.
>Otherwise it would be too easy.
>You attacked the dresser first, curious to see what moonhorse was hiding.
>Pulling the top drawer open revealed a collection of long, black and blue striped socks.
>Was she saving these for someone special, you wondered?
>Perhaps you could find a hidden pair of horse panties in here, too.
>Searching around the dresser a little more, you're only met with some regalia and a few veils for dresses.
>No horse panties here.
>The dresser having been fully searched, you decide to move to the next target.
>The closet.
>Opening the door reveals a large space full of what looks to be old dresses and empty hangers.
>Above them is a rack with little pony slippers fit for a moon princess.
>Nothing incriminating or embarrassing, though.
>Boring.
>The closet is closed, and when you turn around, you nearly have a heart attack.
>There's a pony sized lump under the covers of Luna's bed.
>But there's no pony sized head on the pillow.
>...jackpot.
>You're about to rush over to the bed and find out what's under the covers when, suddenly, you hear a voice outside.
>"Thank you. Goodnight, Second Wind."
>Luna.
>You turn around and make a mad dash for Luna's closet, opening it as fast as you could and hiding inside.
>Not a moment too soon, either, because she steps in right as the closet door clicks closed.
>You're able to look out at what she's doing through the slits in the closet door.
>She yawns, walking over to her dresser and placing her regalia on it.
>"Quite a long day, but now it's time for the best part."
>She talks to herself, apparently.
>As soon as she's naked, the moon princess heads over to her bed and lifts the covers.
>And that lump.
>By God, what that lump actually is.
>Luna lies down in her bed and snuggles with what was once a random lump under her covers, but is now revealed to be you.
>Or, rather, a giant plushie version of you.
>"Anonymous, you're such a kind gentlepony, making a mare feel ever the safer in her bed."
>She giggles, then kisses the plush on the cheek before hugging it tighter, a smile on her face.
>How?
>When?
>Why (was that not just you)?
>As she slowly drifted off to sleep, you could have sworn the plushie you gave off a small squeak in response to Luna.
>You want to be in that plush's place.
>But...
>Luna would be pissed at you for sneaking into her room.
>And chances are, she didn't want you to know about this.
>But did this mean what you thought it meant?
>Did she...did she have a crush on you?
>By all means, that was welcome, but this is not the way you'd imagine finding out.
>And you wouldn't speak a word of this to anyone, no matter how much of a snoop you were.
>She rolled around in her covers, the you plush squeaking quietly along with her movements.
>Luna pressed her face against the plush's and rubbed, finding comfort in having a friend to sleep with.
>Were you getting cucked by yourself?
>Was such a thing even possible?
>As you pondered on that possibility, Luna began snoring, a sign that she was fast asleep and ready to be sneaked around.
>Opening the closet doors as quietly as you could, you tip toed around her bed, heading to the door.
>When you open it, you realize you may have made a mistake.
>"Princess?"
>Guards were still stationed outside the door.
>You close the door and try to find a place to hide.
>The door knob's already turning.
>Quickly making your way to the opposite side of the bed, you try to hide under it, but the guards have already come in.
>Unsure of what else to do, you sit absolutely still, hoping they don't find you.
>"Anonymous?"
>Shit!
>"How did you get in here? This room is off limits. Come with me," one of the guards whispered, being sure not to awaken the princess.
>"Better yet, how did he get in bed without Luna noticing?" asked the other guard.
>"Perhaps we might have misjudged him when he asked to be sent on special ops..."
>Then, the door closed, and silence reigned within the room.
>...
>They took the plushie, didn't they?
>How they got it out of Luna's grip without waking her was a mystery to you, but now was your chance to bai-
>"Hmm...?"
>Fucking Hell.
>Luna tried feeling for something around her, her eyes still closed as she began to wonder where her cuddle buddy was.
>And then she started making small whining noises.
>Was she still asleep?
>Pretty active for slumbering, you thought.
>She let out a few more whines as she tried to find the fake version of you in her sleep.
>A nervous frown was spread across her face as her searches continued to yield nothing.
>You couldn't leave her like this.
>You knew what you had to do.
>Returning to the other side of the bed, you held out your arm to Luna's quivering hooves, letting the pony princess feel something.
>Once she touched your arm, her hooves were wrapped around it posthaste.
>Taking it a step further, you slowly took a seat on the bed, then let Luna grab your torso and pull you in.
>Looking behind you, you saw the moonhorse was smiling again.
>She leaned her head forward and kissed your cheek, then hugged you tighter, as she had done earlier.
>"Good night, Anonymous," she said, half-asleep.
>You could only imitate a squeak in response.