Keeper of the Night

It was a long day at work. I couldn't get my mind off of what Nightmare Moon could have been up to while I was gone, but I was very relived to come back home and see the house hadn't been blown up...yet.

I walked inside and hung my employee cap up. I heard music and assorted sounds from the living room going. Good, she's watching TV, I thought.

I walked into the living room and everything seemed normal, until I saw Nightmare Moon. She was laying back in a recliner with her jet-black wings unfolded. However, she had taken off most of her armor and tossed it aside. The parts she had left on were a chest piece that resembled a tube top and part of her girdle that covered her hips about as well as a sling bikini. Her mane was free from the steel prison of her helmet, and her feet were propped up on a cushioned stool. They were quite slender but not thin, and her nails almost resembled elegant claws. My jaw nearly hit the floor when I laid eyes on her.

"Um..." I stammered after awhile.

Nightmare Moon turned around suddenly as if she hadn't noticed me. Her breasts jiggled a bit but I pretended not to notice.

"You're home," she said after a long, awkward pause. I nodded.

She regained her regal posture and stood up. I tried not to stare at her body. I stuttered, "What...what were you watching...ma'am?"

She smiled and said, "I found this...thing," she said, holding up the TV remote. "Upon hitting this button, I inadvertently turned this box on," and she pointed first to the TV remote, then the TV itself. "At first, I thought it was a portal to another world, but I discovered it could only show moving pictures after I tried to go through it."

"WHAT!?" I cried, thinking she may have busted the TV by jumping into it. Nightmare Moon just laughed.

"I only touched it, little colt. Anyway, I then discovered this magical stick could change the viewing portal, so I decided to watch what this strange device had to offer. I think I have learned some things about you and your world through it." She chuckled again. "You amuse me, Miles," she muttered.

I looked Nightmare Moon up and down and said, "I understand you may have learned something about Earth, but you still have a long way to go, especially if you plan on coming to the dance on Friday."

She looked at me with disbelief and asked, "What? What could I not have understood as of yet?"

I explained to her, first and foremost, that nobody really approves of walking around in armor anymore. I told her she needed new clothes, although this was really for my own benefit, because I figured if she wasn't walking around half naked I couldn't stare at her, which if I did, I'd get a sound ass-whooping. We went upstairs to my parents' room and I dug through my mom's clothes. I brought out the measuring tape and took Nightmare's measurements (which was extremely hard because I had to use ridiculous amounts of self control to keep myself from doing anything dirty). I then selected the clothes that either came closest to her size (adult female 36) or had a stupid amount of elastic in them (like my mom's yoga shorts). I let her change, and even then, the shirt she put on didn't cover her belly button.

"How do I look, Owens?" she asked.

I wanted to say "I'd take you right here," but I knew that would get my head blown off, so I said, "You look...kind of cute?" although that was kinda pushing my luck, too. She scowled at me, but didn't cave my face in. Pure luck allowed me to dodge a lot of bullets there.

I then brought her downstairs and turned on my iPod.

"What is this?" Nightmare Moon asked.

"This..." I said as I turned on some Daft Punk, "is what you'll be hearing on Friday."

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger came on and Nightmare's expression was first puzzled, then surprised, then appalled.

"What is this sorcery!? There are...there are voices coming from that machine!" she screamed.

I tried to explain to her that those voices were, contrary to her beliefs, not coming from miniature people inside my iPod player, and were just part of the song. I told her that the voices were mostly synthesizers. She didn't understand a word of what I said, so I put on Owl City, hoping his electronic beats would calm her down a bit. After I explained the basics of the modern music industry to her, she seemed to take an interest in most of the stuff on my iPod, although she almost smashed it when she heard Eminem and Flo Rida's rapping, saying they sounded like incoherent garbage that confused her with their fast wordplay. I warned her that they'd be playing that at the dance. She didn't seem too happy with that.

"That's all you need to know, Miss Moon," I said. "Anything else you wanna know about, I'm here."

"Yes, there is one thing, Owens," she said. I turned to her and listened attentively. "I noticed that at your friend's establishment, and when I was watching your entertainment device...the 'television,' as you call it...I was made aware that most of the male species here enjoys playing 'videogames.' Where might I find yours?" she asked.

"This way," I said as I walked upstairs to my room. I opened my door and Nightmare Moon made a vocal noise of disgust, because I'll be honest: my room is not the neatest place on the planet. Hell, I found a half eaten sandwich under a pile of clothes in the corner, and it was still fresh. I pointed to a 4:3 TV against the wall. "They're right here," I said. Nightmare Moon walked up to it and inspected the systems I had (a Gamecube, PS3, and Wii U).

She nodded thoughtfully and said, "You will have to teach me how to use them soon. They were a recent invention before I was freed from banishment, but the ones I saw were pitiful compared to these."

I smiled, thinking that the great Nightmare Moon was taking an interest in the affairs of mortals, especially mine. Then I noticed it was getting dark outside. I realized I had spent a lot of time teaching her about human etiquette and not enough time about basic house rules, because I didn't know where she would sleep. It was too late for that now, though. I'll do that tomorrow, I thought. Nightmare Moon noticed night was falling, too.

"Perhaps now is a good time to rest," she said.

"You're not going to stay up through your glorious night?" I replied in a rather wise tone.

"Even a princess needs her beauty sleep," Nightmare Moon told me.

I knew that telling where she should rest for now would do no good, because I was still her servant, and obliged to do whatever she asks, lest I doom the world. I asked her where she would prefer to bed down. She looked around and at last, gestured to...my bed.

"Um...Miss Moon...that one's mine."

Nightmare grinned and said, "As I have previously stated, I know you will try to weasel your way out of trouble if I don't keep you under constant surveillance. Besides, I have allowed you to go out for work when you should be at home in my service. I think you can share."

Nightmare Moon was hot, but the thought of sleeping in the same bed with her did make me feel uncomfortable. I hesitantly took my clothes off, all the while watching Nightmare Moon do likewise. I finished first, due to my clothes not being as small as the ones she had borrowed from my mom, and I slid under the covers. I rolled over so I wouldn't see Nightmare in her undies (I do have standards, believe it or not). I felt her get under too and almost had a heart attack. Her fur was soft and warm. I scrunched up into a ball, because I felt something in my boxers get hard as stone, and if I faced up, Nightmare Moon would see it, and even worse, if I rolled over on my other side, she'd feel it.

She must have noticed my nervous posture because she asked me, "Is there something wrong, Owens?"

"No, ma'am," I replied quickly.

She rolled over and commanded me to shut the lights off. I didn't want to, because if I did, I'd run the chance of her seeing my erection. But on the other hand, if I didn't she might rain eternal night on Earth. I picked the shinier of two turds and stood up slowly, carefully positioning myself so that if she looked up, she wouldn't see how aroused I was. I can look at girls all day, but once they get close to me, my brain just says, "All blood to penis, I repeat, all blood to penis." I hobbled my way over to the light switch, shut it off, and hopped back in bed.

"...Good night, Nightmare Moon," I whispered.

I didn't hear her reply for a moment and I thought she was asleep until she murmured, "Good night, Miles."

I stayed frozen in a face-up position for what felt like hours because Nightmare Moon was blocking my alarm clock. Eventually, I heard her snoring lightly, and I shifted my position so that I was facing her back. I slowly, gently embraced her and whispered, "Sweet dreams, princess," and planted a light kiss on her fur. Her snoring lulled me to sleep after a few minutes.