Mane Six Cuddle Simulatorby CategoricalGrantChaptersIntroduction (Start Here)Princess Twilight SparkleRainbow DashRarityApplejackFluttershyPinkie PieBONUS: Starlight Glimmer and TrixieBONUS: Spike The DragonIntroduction (Start Here)After a long night out on the town in Ponyville, you fling open the doors and step into Ponyville Castle. You had quickly become accustomed to your new home here over the last several months and had begun to settle in to your new life as the only human in Equestria. Now, you want to check in with Princess Twilight Sparkle before you go to bed. You peek your head into the first floor den looking for Twilight. You find her, but there are a whole bunch of other ponies in the room too: you recognize them as Twilight’s best friends. Twilight’s gaze catches yours, and her ears perk up. Hopping up off of the couch, she greets you. “Hey, there you are!” You wave back sheepishly. “Hey Twilight. Sorry to barge in, I didn’t know you had your friends over.” “Come in!” she invites, closing the door behind you with your magic. “We decided to have an impromptu sleepover. I thought that maybe you were already asleep upstairs.” “Oh, no, I was out in town enjoying the night,” you answer. You weakly lift a hand in greeting to the others. “Hey, guys.” The other assembled ponies speak up in a chorus of happy greetings. “Come stay and chat with us a while,” Twilight offers. Since you live with Twilight, you are very comfortable around her. You had spent enough time around her friends that you considered them your own friends as well. That being said, you have no desire to impose on the gathering. “Oh, no, that’s alright, I don’t want to interrupt your ‘girls night in’,” you demure. “That’s ridiculous, darling. You’re not interrupting anything,” Rarity chimes from across the room, taking a brief respite from filing her hooves. “Yeah, we want you here!” Pinkie Pie chirps, fidgeting happily in her yellow and blue pajamas. “You’re so fun to be around and we don’t get to see you enough!” You scratch the back of your head. “You ponies sure?” “Of course we are,” Twilight declares. She hops back up onto the couch, making room for you and patting the space next to her. “Come spend time with us!” You spend about an hour in the presence of your pony friends. Despite your hesitation, Rarity crushes your resistance and gives you a moisturizing facial while you all take part in a number of sleepover party games. The group shares a laugh as you finish revealing an embarrassing secret during a round of truth-or-dare. “Alright,” you mumble, clearing your throat as you try to stop blushing. “I’m getting tired, so I might take my leave.” “I’m getting a little tired too…” Fluttershy murmurs before yawning. “Why don’t you stay here with us?” Twilight asks softly. You stifle a yawn. “Stay with you girls? But my bed’s upstairs and I don’t have anywhere to sleep.” Twilight grins softly. “I already thought all about that! We each have our own sleeping bags, and we can share! So, why don’t you share with…” Twilight Sparkle Rainbow Dash Rarity Applejack Fluttershy Pinkie Pie BONUS: Starlight Glimmer and Trixie BONUS: Spike The Dragon Author's Note Thanks for checking out the story! Below are the links to my Official Fan Group and the Group's Discord Server, both created by the wonderful BlackJack21: OFFICIAL FAN GROUP HERE GROUP DISCORD HERE Princess Twilight Sparkle“Me!” Twilight declares happily. “I have a big, fluffy sleeping bag that can fit us both easily.” “Alright,” you agree quickly. The girls buzz about setting up their sleeping bags on the floor. You follow Twilight to a corner, where she unrolls her bag and fluffs up a pillow. Nearby, the den’s fireplace casts a faint glow across the room as the last embers of the fire begin to die down. You watch Twilight wiggle into the bag with trepidation. “Are you sure about this, Twilight? I can easily just go sleep in my bed…” Twilight tilts her head at you and smiles sweetly. “Don’t be silly. I’d like your company!” Shrugging, you place your feet into the bag next to Twilight and wiggle your way inside. Immediately, she presses her fluffy side up against you and purrs happily. “See?” she asks. “Now we’re all comfy.” You clear your throat awkwardly as you mull your next move. “Do you uh…want to get comfier?” Twilight gasps and nods emphatically, grinning from ear to ear. “YES! I mean...yes, please” “Excited?” Blushing, Twilight purses her lips and gazes bashfully away from you. “W-well, I…Sorry. I’ve been reading all about sleepover cuddling techniques and I’m just happy to have the chance to try them out with somecreature special.” Rolling over onto your side, you wrap an arm around Twilight Sparkle and place your head onto her barrel. You give her a brief tight squeeze before you move your hand up to play with her ample chest floof. “Sounds good to me.” Twilight lets out a quick burst of giggles, and she brings her far forehoof up to cover her muzzle. Without speaking a word, she then wraps her other hoof around your shoulders and nuzzles into the top of your head. “Mhhmmmmm,” she hums happily into your scalp. Gently, you rub the side of your face against Twilight’s incredibly soft fur, slowly wiggling your way up to her neck. You jostle around for a moment to gain a favorable position, and settle on resting one hand on Twilight’s far cutie mark while the backside of the other gently strokes through her mane and up her horn. Twilight’s tail swhishes happily around in the tight confines of the sleeping bag, brushing against your shins and leaving teasing, almost ticklish sensations on the skin. In response, you move your hand over to grab her far hoof. Immediately, Twilight squeals softly. Looking up from your comfortable position resting against her neck, you make eye contact with her. Her face is covered with a thick blush. You raise an eyebrow in a silent question. “I…I like having my hoof held, is all,” she whispers in a quiet explanation, to avoid disturbing the others now drifting to sleep. “Well then,” you groan as you shift your body upward to get within nuzzling range of her warm cheek, “I guess I’ll just have to hold your hoof all night, hmm?” You run your thumb around the edge of her soft fetlock, using little circular motions in a bid to be as affectionate as possible. Twilight giggles in pure joy for the second time in the last few minutes, although this time she doesn’t have a free hoof to cover her mouth. “Please!” You press your front tightly into Twilight’s side from her flank to her withers and nuzzle deeply into her cheek, stealing a hint of her scent as you do so. Intertwining one of your legs between her rear hooves, you let your eyes close. You give Twilight’s hoof one last squeeze before she drifts off, and the new set of giggles that follows does nothing to pull you away from the precipice of sleep. Rainbow Dash“Rainbow Dash!” “Huh!?” Rainbow Dash cuts back immediately, clearly peeved. “Why do I have to share?” “Come now, Rainbow Dash. Don’t the Wonderbolts promise to protect and serve the citizens of Equestria?” Twilight prods. “Well, yeah, but-“ Applejack chuckles. “Wriggle yer way out of that ‘un, Rainbow.” Rainbow Dash rolls her eyes and scoffs disdainfully. “Fine.” She turns to you. “Just, get over here.” You walk around the couch toward Rainbow’s corner, where she has laid out a light blue sleeping bag with what appears to be a striped, rainbow interior. “Fitting,” you muse. “What?” she asks, glaring at you. “Nothing.” Huffing, Rainbow Dash slips inside her sleeping bag and stares daggers at you. “Listen up. We can share, but no touching! I’m not into all that fuzzy warm stuff like Pinkie Pie is.” You hold up your hands defensively. “Ok, ok, got it. No touching.” Taking great care not to break your promise, you wiggle carefully into the sleeping bag next to Rainbow Dash and rest your head on your half of the pillow. Both of your bodies are compressed and crumpled on your respective sides of the bag, with not a single strand of fur on Rainbow Dash’s body touching you. You wince as your muscles protest the uncomfortable position. The minutes pass by quickly. Soon, the happy whispering from the other ponies dies away as they begin to slumber. Rainbow Dash clears her throat. You sigh. You feel the smooth cover above you shift as Rainbow Dash relaxes her body. Her foreleg comes in contact with your shoulder, although just slightly. Taking advantage of the détente, you relax your body as well, which presses your shoulder deeper into Rainbow Dash’s coat. You shift your neck sharply as well, which culminates in an audible pop. Rainbow Dash shifts one of her back hooves so that it lays against your ankle. You turn your head to look at Rainbow Dash. Her face is mostly obscured in the darkness. “So…a little bit of touching?” you whisper with trepidation. Rainbow Dash doesn’t respond verbally and merely huffs at you. Then, her back hoof begins toying with your foot. You can’t help but smile as you begin to respond in kind, gently stroking her lower leg. Surreptitiously, you slip your arm under Rainbow Dash’s foreleg and use your thumb to gently pet the soft feathers of her wing. In response, she wiggles over toward you, her right hip pressing against your left as she gently rests her head on your shoulder. Removing your thumb from her side, you take her hoof in her hand and hold it tenderly, caressing her forelock affectionately with your fingers. She rotates her hoof and presses it against your palm. After another moment, she leans up and nuzzles your cheek. “So…a lot of touching?” you whisper. “Fine,” she whispers back even quieter. “But don’t tell anypony!” Smiling more broadly now, you roll onto your side, scooping up Rainbow Dash into your arms in the process. You wiggle up to her boldly, aligning your torso against her back. Burying your nose into her mane, you are bombarded with a crisp, clean scent no doubt an artifact of flying through clouds all day. Rainbow Dash shuffles her wings gently, and in response you move your hand up to play with its feathers. Her tail happily swishes in between your legs as you scratch under the fluffy planes. Rainbow Dash lets out the slightest hum of enjoyment, her ear flicking softly as you lean up to nuzzle her warm cheek. Gently, she presses her midsection back against you, allowing you to tighten the hug. You carefully slide one hand under the junction between her flank and back, near the edge of her cutie mark’s cloud, and relax your neck. Her form is small and light but firm; truly, a flier's body! As she leans her head back, her mane gently covers your face again, bathing your senses in the smell of morning breezes and a multitude of colors. The rising of her chest slows and deepens, your arm moving a little less frequently with each passing minute. Cuddling a happy, warm pony, you fall asleep. Applejack chuckles to herself quietly. “Hey, Twahlight,” she beckons quietly, “take a look at this.” Twilight Sparkle, fresh out of her sleeping bag, blinks a few times and leans up to peer over the couch. Her bleary eyes sharpen instantly and analyze the scene from under a disheveled mane. “…Huh,” she says, allowing herself a satisfied grin. “I knew Rainbow Dash liked to cuddle more than she was letting on.” “Should we wake them up for breakfast?” “Nah, they look too happy and comfortable. Let’s leave them. Maybe we can bring them some pancakes later…Y’know, breakfast in bed.” Applejack chuckles again as she follows Twilight out of the room. “That’ll make her redder than a Cortland apple in October.” Rarity“Rarity!” “Hm? What was that, darling?” Rarity asks, looking up from her powderpuff compact mirror. Twilight rolls her eyes. “You’re going to share your bedding with him tonight.” “Of course! I’m happy to share.” You weren’t really expecting to share with Rarity. Surprised, you react in kind. “N-no, really, Twilight. I’ll just sleep in my bed upstairs and see you all in the morning. I-“ “Oh, pish posh!” Rarity scoffs, daintily flapping a hoof in your direction. “They don’t call me generosity for nothing, dear. I’ll have none of it.” A slight flush tinging your cheeks, you relent. “Okay, if you’re sure you’re alright with it…” “I am more than alright with it!” she declares, hopping to her hooves and beckoning to you to follow her. “I have plenty of space and am happy to spend more time with you, darling.” You approach Rarity's things and raise an eyebrow as you look at her setup. “You brought an inflatable mattress? Really?” “Do you expect me to sleep on the floor?” she complains. “Of course I brought a mattress, along with a wonderful little ensemble of silk sheets.” “Alright,” you shrug, pulling up a corner of the covers and sliding under them. Rarity trots to the other side of the air mattress and does the same as the others settle down into their own arrangements. As you both lie under the covers, an awkward silence ensues. Rarity lets out a huff and wiggles toward you. “Come now, dear, do you really think that I’d invite you to share my bed and not allow any snuggling?” You’re glad the silence is over, but you furrow your brow as you process her words. “…Snuggling? As in-“ “Yes, darling. Do be careful around the mane, though, you have no idea how long it takes me to get into shape.” You roll on your side to face Rarity, lifting your right arm up. Almost instantly, Rarity slides her alabaster form daintily under it, as if shielding herself from the weather. You curl your arm again, pressing your hand against Rarity’s soft back. Sighing happily, she presses her barrel up against your chest. Humming softly, she rests her head against your other arm, leaving the tip of her muzzle only a half inch away from your nose. “There,” she whispers, being careful not to disturb the others as she wraps her forehooves around your neck. “That’s much better.” You look into Rarity’s soft gaze, framed by lidded but impeccably made-up eyes, and can’t help but smile. Gently, you run your hand lightly down her back, stopping a few inches north of her tail, before running it back up towards her neck. As you do so, you can feel her muscles tense up slightly as she pulls herself tighter against you with her forehooves. “That feels wonderful, darling,” she purrs, nuzzling your nose. Feeling compelled to oblige her, you continue petting her back for several more minutes, smiling as you observe Rarity’s now-closed eyes and happy smile. A change in strategy takes over your thoughts, and carefully, you lift your hand off of her back and place it on her cheek. Rarity gasps softly at the new contact, and her eyes flutter open. As you run your hand up her cheek to her ear, you slowly scrape along the path. As you scratch and pet the side of her pristine visage, you can’t help but notice a bright red blush spread from Rarity’s muzzle to her cheeks, accompanied by a rumbling purr. “D-darling?” Rarity half-chokes, leaning her head into your hand. “Yes, Rarity?” you reply, your smile growing at her cute mannerisms. “Y-you can pet my mane,” she mumbles. “I thought I wasn’t allowed?” “Please pet my mane,” she begs quietly, biting her lip in anticipation and squeezing you with her forehooves again. Reaching out with the hand of your restricted arm, you spread your fingers into her bouncy purple mane like a comb and bring them down, separating the strands gently. On your next pass, your other hand moves from her cheek to her mane as well, doing the same. Rarity buries her head into the junction between your neck and chest, either to make herself more comfortable or to hide her blush. You can feel the gentle rumbling of your chest as she voices low sounds of pleasure. Slowly, the tightly formed curls of her mane unwind and the strands thereof begin to cascade freely down her shoulders, back and barrel. Eventually, Rarity pulls back to place her muzzle against your nose again and nuzzles you. Her beautiful, now unrestricted and messy mane frames her blushing face and affectionate gaze. “You simply must come to our sleepovers more often, dear.” Chuckling, you bring your free arm down to scratch lightly at Rarity’s cutie mark as her eyes flutter closed again for the last time that evening. Applejack“Applejack!” “Who-what now?” Applejack asks quickly, whipping her head around. “Are the revenuers here? Did they find me?” Twilight presses her lips together in an expression of annoyance. “No, but you are going to be sharing with him tonight.” “Why AJ, specifically?” you ask, a little confused as to the rationale behind Twilight’s pick. “She won the couch in the board game tournament.” Twilight’s eyes narrow. “And I use the term ‘won’ loosely.” “Darn it Twahlight, I won fair and square!” Applejack huffs. “No, you didn’t! The free parking space does nothing! Am I the only pony that reads the instructions!?” “Ya get to take the cash! It’s a universal house rule!” “A universal rule is, by definition, not a house rule! I know syllogisms aren’t your strong suit, AJ, but come on!” “GIRLS!” Fluttershy screeches from beside you, causing you to jump at least two feet in the air in surprise. “Maybe we should concentrate a little more on getting our friend someplace to sleep and a little less on arguing?” Twilight exhales forcefully through her nostrils but seems to recover most of her composure. “Anyway, Applejack 'won' the couch, and since you’re a little larger than us and it’s the biggest space here, I think it’s only fair that you two share.” “I can see the logic in that,” Applejack notes, nodding solemnly. She turns her piercing green eyes toward you. “C’mon pardner, hop on the couch.” You oblige Applejack and follow her instructions. You rest your head on the pillow present there, and squeeze your body in towards the cushions to make room for her. “No need for that!” she hoots. “Spread out n’ relax.” Lifting one of her back legs over you, she clambers onto the couch and plops her body down on top of yours. You let out a tiny grunt in response. She’s heavier than she looks, certainly, but you’re also rather surprised at how comfortable she is acting around you. Applejack continues to shift her strong body to find a more comfortable position. Wrapping her hooves over your shoulders, she nuzzles into your neck and lays a back hoof in between your legs. “There we go!” You lay there for a moment, not quite sure what to do. Applejack seems happy enough, at least. “Uh, sugarcube?” Applejack’s voice vibrates your neck softly. It warms at the contact. “Yes?” “Ya can hold me, you know. Ain’t no need for this to be a one pony show.” You curse yourself mentally for your awkward behavior. “Of course, sorry.” You lay your right hand a few inches above her tail and your left on her withers and give her a big hug. Applejack’s body is wonderfully firm but her coat is smooth, which makes for an extremely pleasant sensation. “Ahhh,” she exhales warmly into your neck, squeezing you back. “That’s a heckuvva lot better.” Turning her head to the side, she presses her golden mane into the underside of your chin. “Ha ha! Hey guys, check it out!” a grating voice calls. You can feel Applejack’s body tighten as a low growl simmers in her throat. “What is it, darling?” you hear Rarity whine back. “There’s no need to be so loud when we’re trying to settle down for bed.” “It’s hilarious!” Rainbow Dash snickers. “Look- Applejack is cuddling with the human!” You feel the muscles in Applejack’s tummy tense up. Sensing that she’s about to go after Rainbow Dash, you decide to step in. You cast you eyes up at Rainbow Dash, who is hovering next to the couch. “I think you’re jealous.” “Jealous!? I mean, yeah, it’d be nice to sleep on the couch and all, but board games are for eggheads anyway. I don’t care that I lost!” A timid throat clearing echoes through the room. “I think he means you’re jealous of the cuddling, Rainbow Dash,” Fluttershy offers. Rainbow Dash’s face contorts into an odd scrunch. “What!? That’s ridiculous… Cuddling is lame!” “That shade of red on your face is most becoming, darling,” Rarity mocks. Rainbow Dash sputters incoherently for a few moments. “Just cut your losses, you’re not going to win this one,” Twilight adds. “Whatever!” Rainbow Dash huffs before floating away. Applejack chuckles quietly to herself. Slowly, she rolls over and shimmies to rest on her side, allowing your left hand to slide down to her cutie mark while your right hand rubs her tummy gently. “I’d say there isn’t a pony in Equestria that wouldn’t be jealous of this,” she whispers softly. “Thanks a bunch, sugarcube.” “You’re welcome. Goodnight.” “G’night.” Fluttershy“Fluttershy!” “Eep!” You look over at Fluttershy. She’s holding a hoof across her chest, as if protecting herself. You feel a pang of empathy for the frail little Pegasus. “Oh, come on, Fluttershy! Aren’t animals, like, your thing?” Rainbow Dash responds. “You are the natural choice,” Twilight agrees. You furrow your brow. “Hold on, I think characterizing me as an ‘anim-“ “Well, I-I guess that makes sense,” Fluttershy continues, rubbing one of her forehooves anxiously with the other. “It’s just that I don’t sleep next to others very often.” The glow around Twilight’s horn subsides as she finishes laying out her sleeping bag. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Besides, our friend is very kind, just like you!” Twilight turns her head and lowers an eyebrow in a prompting expression. “Right?” “Absolutely,” you quickly agree. You close the gap with Fluttershy, who is still seated on her haunches, and squat down so you are at eye level with her. “I had fun playing games with you tonight, Fluttershy.” Fluttershy seems to relax as you lower yourself to her level, and your calm tone of voice does wonders as well. “I did too! I’m sorry that I’m so nervous. You’re my friend! It’s just…I was surprised, is all.” “That’s okay,” you coo. “I understand. Twilight spooked me too!” Fluttershy nodded. “She can be a little loud…” “I am not loud!” Twilight barks a little too loudly from the other side of the room. Fluttershy cringes slightly. “Okay…” You roll your eyes. “Can I help you set up your sleeping bag?” Fluttershy shakes her head. “Oh, no. I set it up hours ago. It’s right over here.” She rises off of her haunches and leads you to a quiet and secluded corner of the room, where she’s set up a light green sleeping bag, a fluffy pillow covered in a design of vines, and a little white plushie. “Aww, I like your stuffed animal,” you say. “Is that Angel?” Fluttershy seems to hide behind her mane as she contemplates her answer. “Y-yes. I made it myself…I always take it with me when I’m away from home.” You nod. How adorable. “I understand, Angel Bunny must be very important to you. You did a great job on him.” Fluttershy smiles. “Thank you…It’s a little embarrassing…” She carefully sits down on the sleeping bag. “Not at all!” you tell her with gusto. “Sometimes you need to cuddle someone you care about to get to sleep.” Fluttershy looks down at her hooves and rubs them on the fabric of the sleeping bag. “Do, um…Do we have to cuddle tonight since we’re sharing a sleeping bag?” “Only if you want to.” Fluttershy meets your gaze with her soft blue eyes. The slightest crinkles near her temples show that she’s deep in thought. “I…guess so. Sometimes I cuddle with Harry the bear, but that’s the only time I’ve been held by anycreature as…big.” “We can try it and then stop if you don’t like it,” you offer. “I’ll try my best to be as gentle as Harry.” Fluttershy giggles demurely. “Alright. You have big horsehoes to fill! Harry gives the best hugs.” Daintily, Fluttershy slides into her sleeping bag and holds her Angel plush tightly against her chest. You slide in beside her. “O-okay, what now?” she asks. A pop from the smoldering log in the fireplace punctuates her question. “Hmmm…” You take a moment to think what would be best. “Why don’t you roll on your side, facing away from me?” Without saying a word, Fluttershy nods and follows the command. Carefully, you shimmy over and gently press your chest and tummy against her back. Her coat is extremely soft, and you are careful not to disturb the feathers on her fluffy wings as you wrap an arm around her midsection. Resting your left hand on her midsection, you move your right arm up and rest it on the pillow, above her head. “Oh, my, this is…nice,” Fluttershy says quietly, giving her angel bunny plush a squeeze. “I like this.” “There’s no reason to be nervous. Cuddling with friends is wonderful,” you tell her. “Are you alright if I cuddle you a little tighter?” She nods. “Oh, yes. Please.” You move yourself upward about an inch and use your left arm to leverage yourself tighter against Fluttershy, and follow the movement up with an affectionate squeeze. It is unbelievable how soft and pliable her body is; she’s almost like a real stuffed animal. You can feel her body vibrate as she hums happily. You run the fingers of your right hand through her mane, scratching the scalp behind her ears gently with each pass. Fluttershy’s tail flicks in between your legs once, coming to rest against your calf. She yawns and leans her head back slightly into your playful treatment. Closing your eyes, your drift off to sleep. Some time later, you open your eyes to a dark room and the smell of Fluttershy’s mane. Yawning, you try to sit up for a moment and find a more comfortable position. Immediately, a force you weren’t expecting yanks you back down. Carefully, you crane your neck and shoulders up to find that Fluttershy is holding your left arm tightly against her chest, where it lies pressed against her fluff. Her plush Angel Bunny sits comfortably in a nearby corner, clearly having been placed with great care. Smiling, you lay your head back down and go to sleep again. Pinkie Pie“Pinkie Pie!” Instantly, a pink blur slams into your torso, knocking you back to a sitting position on the floor. Blinking quickly, you recover and find that Pinkie Pie has wrapped her hooves tightly around your neck. “Yipee!” Pinkie Pie cries. Immediately following this, she devolves into an attack of giggles and snorts. “I was so hoping that Twilight would say my name, and she did! You and I are going to be best bed buddies!” Twilight rolls her eyes. “Have fun!” she says. You can’t help but feel that’s directed at you more than Pinkie. “Boy oh boy, I am going to cuddle you so hard!” Pinkie Pie shouts joyously. She devolves again into giggles and snorts. “I’m gonna hug you, and spoon you, and caress you, and nuzzle you, and snuggle you, and boop you, and-“ “That all sounds great, Pinkie Pie,” you interrupt. “But can you get off of me so that we can head over to your sleeping bag?” Pinkie Pie shakes her head emphatically. “Nopey-Dopey-Lopey! No can do! You have to carry me!” She tightens her grip around your neck. Groaning slightly, you place one arm under her hindquarters and one around her withers. Carefully, and with some degree of effort, you stand up from your seated position and carry Pinkie Pie over to her neon sleeping bag. As you approach, Pinkie Pie hops off of you and uses a hoof to open the end of the sleeping bag for you. Taking her hint, you carefully shimmy your way inside. Pinkie Pie then makes her way into the sleeping bag as well, but crucially she does it in such away that she climbs over you. After you almost choke on her tail and endure a few painful placements of her hoof, she settles into a position on top of you. She presses her muzzle against the tip of your nose, which forces you to look into her sky-blue eyes. “Hmmmm,” she hums as you remain lost in her adorable little pony-orbs. “How should we cuddle first!?” You don’t offer an answer. After a moment, she gasps and nuzzles your nose quickly. “Okay! I got it!” She rears her torso up and sits on your midsection. “Roll on your side!” You smile a little bit as you oblige her. “Neat. Are you thinking that we should spoon first?” “Yep!” Pinkie Pie says. But, instead of wriggling into your arms and pressing against your front side like you expect her to, she flops on the other end of you and quickly wraps all four of her hooves around you. She tightens the makeshift knot quickly, which restricts your movement a good deal. “Oof,” you puff. “Pinkie?” “Uh huh?” she chirps into your ear. “You’re, uh…You’re gonna be the big spoon?” She blows a raspberry at you. “Of course I am, silly! I’m the queen of cuddles, I can’t let some human come in here and just be the big spoon until he’s proven himself!” “I have to prove myself?” “Uh-huh!” A loop of her mane enters your vision. Somehow, it’s supporting a list written on paper stationary with a balloon watermark. In the corner, there appears to be a poorly drawn pink pony cuddling a stick-figure human, surrounded by little hearts. “We have to do all of these first before you can even think of being the big spoon!” The Stargazer The Cuddle-Driver The ‘We mostly cuddle at night…Mostly.’ The Pony Pillow The Reverse Pony Pillow The Super Hug The Scritchy-Scratcher The Fortress “And then maybe I’ll deem you worthy. Don’t worry, we’ll get through them all tonight, I promise! I’ll be waking you up every forty minutes to switch positions!” You exhale forcefully through your nose. “Great.” Pinkie nuzzles into your neck and slides one of her back legs in between yours. “Or, if you want, we could just stay like this.” She presses her pliable, warm, fuzzy torso even tighter against your back. “Well…” you mutter as she continues to nuzzle into your neck. It feels very nice. “Maybe we could cuddle like this for a little while…” You slowly close your eyes. Pinkie Pie giggles, albeit much more softly than before, and squeezes you tightly in a reverse-hug. Gently, she runs her hooves up and down between your shoulders and chest, and begins rhythmically rubbing her chest floof against you. “Mmmmmm….” You feel like you’re floating, and cuddling with a warm, inviting cloud to boot. “That feels so good, Pinkie…Why don’t we cuddle more often?” Pinkie Pie hums softly and stops her movements. Gently, she shifts her body into a tight but comfortable fit with yours. “That’s a good question, bestest human bed-buddy!” Quickly, she plants a big, smacking kiss on your cheek and rests her forehead on the back of your neck. “Let’s work out a cuddling schedule tomorrow.” You bring a free hand up to hold one of Pinkie Pie’s hooves, and then drift off to sleep. BONUS: Starlight Glimmer and Trixie“Wait a second,” you interrupt Twilight. “Where is Starlight? Shouldn’t she be here hanging out with you ponies?” Twilight rolls her eyes. “She’s having a sleepover with her friend Trixie. She and I have a bit of a…past that makes her uncomfortable, so they’re up in Starlight’s room.” “Hm. Well, if it’s alright with you, I think I’ll head up and say hi. Might even hang out with them for a little, if they’ll have me.” Twilight shrugs. “Sure thing! If we’re asleep when you get back, you can either share my sleeping bag with me or just head to your room.” You nod solemnly. “Thanks.” Turning around, you head for the door. Not even a minute later, you crest the stairs and step foot on the floor that held the castle’s quarters. The sound of shouting reaches your ears, which makes you furrow your brow. You head off in the direction of Starlight’s room. As you approach the door to her quarters, you can make out Starlight’s muffled voice. Whatever she is saying, she is clearly rather perturbed. Then, another voice is layered on top; this one sounds shrill but supremely confident. Letting out a little hum of disapproval, you rap forcefully on the door. The voices stop suddenly. Slowly, the door creaks open and Starlight’s muzzle sneaks its way outside. “Hello?” she asks hesitantly, before she makes eye contact. When she does, a strange smile spreads across her muzzle and she flings the door open. “HEEEEYYYY,” she greets loudly. You flinch a little bit. “Wow! Glimmer, what’s with the welcome?” you ask. “I’m just glad you’re here!” she gushes. Her horn lights up and she nabs your hand in her magic. “Come on inside!” she commands, pulling you in and kicking the door closed behind you. You immediately make eye contact with a pale blue unicorn, who is sitting on her haunches in the corner and pouting. You awkwardly lift a hand in greeting. “Uh…hi.” The other unicorn opens her mouth to respond, but Starlight preempts her. “Trixie, this is the human I’ve told you so much about! He’s been staying with us here at the castle for a while now and is a very good friend! In fact, he’s so good, that I bet he’d be okay with sleeping on the floor.” You narrow your eyes. “I’m missing some context here and I won’t be commenting further until I get it.” “Well,” Trixie huffs, crossing her front hooves over her chest, “I can’t sleep on the floor. I have back problems.” Starlight scoffs. “You do not!” “Starlight, please,” you hush. “Why don’t you share the bed then?” Trixie grumbles to herself for a moment. “Because last time we had to sleep in close quarters, things broke down quickly.” “Agreed,” Starlight concurs. “Not an option.” “Well, good luck to you both. I’m headed back downstairs to spend time with Twilight and the others.” “Oh no you don’t!” Trixie cries. “Twilight is not going to keep me from coming out on top of this dispute!” “You need to help us figure this out!” Starlight agrees. “I’m not letting you out until you do.” You crane your head back and audibly groan at the ceiling. “Okay, okay! Starlight, can-“ “And don’t you dare ask me to sleep on the floor!” You exhale slowly. “Okay, new idea. You have magic. Why don’t you split the bed into two smaller ones?” “Can’t,” Starlight sniffs casually. “Mattress is enchanted for protection.” “Isn’t that just soooooo like you?” sneers Trixie. “Wow, for two ponies who are friends, you two really seem to hate each other. Alright, how about I stay with you tonight?” Starlight seems to consider the possibility. “I hadn’t thought of that. You can be the dividing line between us in the bed so that we don’t annoy each other.” “Okay, that is not at all what I mea-“ “Trixie?” Starlight deflects, raising an eyebrow at her friend. “Ugh,” the blue unicorn groans. “Fiiiiiiiine.” You are immediately picked up by Starlight’s magic and haphazardly inserted under her bed’s covers. “You know, you ponies are odd creatures,” you comment casually. “Yeah, yeah, shut your cute little human mouth,” Starlight says as she snakes under the covers on your left. As she does so, Trixie hops up onto the bed from your right. “I’m not to keen on sharing a bed with an alien, so keep your distance, alright?” You exhale forcefully. “Look, I don’t even want to be here in the first place, so I wouldn’t worry about it.” “Aww, Trixie,” Starlight whines, wrapping her hooves around your arm. “Why are you so mean to him? He’s sweet!” Your heart flutters a little bit. “You’re too adorable, Starlight,” you praise, leaning over to nuzzle the top of her head. “I know I am,” she cooes. She tightens her grip around your arm and shimmies over to rest her cheek on your lower shoulder. You hum happily in response. “Wait…You like all of Starlight’s mushy cuddle-garbage?” Trixie asks incredulously from your right. “Of course! She’s pretty and soft and…and…” your voice trails off as you narrow your eyes and reflect on how strange your opinions on ponies had become since you ended up in Equestria. “Trixie can also be soft and pretty!” she protests, rolling over onto your chest. “I can cuddle too!” “Trixie!” Starlight growls, pushing her off of you with a hoof and causing her friend to yelp in surprise. “Get on your side of him! That’s the whole reason he’s here, remember?” Trixie paws at your hand with a hoof until you open it and start holding her hoof. She leans up to nuzzle your cheek. “Is Trixie pretty too?” You roll your eyes. “Yes, Trixie, you are a pretty pony too.” “Good,” she sighs in relief, collapsing to rest her head on your chest a few inches from her friend. “Prettier than Starlight, correct?” she adds, almost as if an afterthought. Starlight growls and tightens her grip around your arm. “You are both pretty in your own special ways,” you tell Trixie, running a hand through her silver mane. You scratch behind one of her ears as well, which causes her to shiver briefly in delight. “I want ear scratches too, y’know,” Starlight whines. “Oh boy,” you hum as you remove your arm from Starlight’s grasp and begin running your fingers around the base of her ear. Trixie moves her body upwards as you do so and presses the top of her muzzle into the bottom of your chin. “It’s gonna be a long night, I can tell…” BONUS: Spike The Dragon“Hold on, hold on,” you interrupt. Craning your neck, you scan the room. “Where is Spike, Twilight?” “Spike’s in his room, I think,” Twilight responds, placing a hoof to her muzzle. “Why do you ask?” “Did you invite him down here to spend time with everypony?” “Well…No, I didn’t.” Twilight scrunches up her muzzle. “But Spike never spends time with us during our sleepovers.” “Is that because he doesn’t want to or because you never invite him?” Twilight’s muzzle scrunches up even deeper. “Well, I…That’s a good question, although probably an unfair categorization.” “Because?” Twilight’s scrunch becomes a grimace. “Because…Look, Spike knows he’s our friend and that we care about him! I promise!” You cross your arms. “Mmmmhmm. Okay. Well, tell you what, I’m going to go and say hello to him before we finish this conversation.” Twilights ears perk up. “I…okay,” she relents. You open the door on your way out. “Let him know that he’s invited next time!” she calls after you, a hint of desperation tinging her voice. A few minutes later, you knock on the door to Spike’s bedroom. “Coming!” an excited voice calls. Not a moment later, the door flings open to reveal an extremely eager-looking little dragon. His expression melts when he sees you. “Oh, uh, hey.” “What’s the deal, Spike?” you ask, leaning casually against his door frame. “Were you expecting Rarity?” He shrugs. “That would have been awesome, but, uh, no. Just expecting…Anypony else. It’s not important, though, come on in.” “Thanks, my dude.” You step through the room’s threshold and close the door behind you. “What’d you do tonight?” he asks. “Oh, I was out for a while, then I came back and stumbled on the girls having a little slumber party.” Spike’s ear frills flatten against his head, but he keeps a cool expression. “Oh, uh, are they here? Really? I hadn’t noticed. I’ve just been so engrossed in my evening.” “I’m glad you’re keeping busy,” you tell him as he waddles back over to his bed. “What have you been up to?” “I’ve been reading some Power Ponies comics,” he comments as he flops back on his mattress. “Very neat. I didn’t know that new issues had come out recently.” Spike sits up and scratches the back of his neck. “Well, uh, they haven’t. I’m rereading a few of the old arcs. But, I’ve been meaning to get around to them again! So, it’s, y’know, nice to have the opportunity to catch up.” You stand silently for a few moments as you look forlornly at Spike, your lips pursed in concern. “So, you were down there with the girls for a while, right? N-not that I know! I’m just, uh, guessing.” You nod slowly. Spike clears his throat. “…Did, uh...They happen to mention me at all?” You take a deep breath in before exhaling. “Spike…It’s not your fault.” “Huh?” “It’s not your fault.” Spike crosses his arms across his scaly chest. “What are you on about? Did somepony break something down there?” You take a step forward. “…It’s not your fault.” Spike grimaces and falls flat on his back again. He speaks to the ceiling. “Okay, okay, I get it! I can get a little jealous sometimes that I don’t get invited to things, but it’s no big deal! I mean, it’s a mares’ only sleepover anyway…Er, mares and humans…I guess…” You step to the edge of the bed. “It’s not your fault.” He sits up again, glaring at you. “What’s your deal, coming in here and just repeating that? Why don’t you go back down there and hang out with them? That’s what friends do, isn’t it!?” You sit on the bed next to him. “It’s not your fault.” Spike points a little purple claw at you. “You shut your flat little human mouth,” he sputters, tears beginning to well up around the edges of his eyes. “It’s not your fault.” Spike gradually slips into a fit of sobs. He covers his eyes with his claws as he lets out a quiet salvo of choking cries. Gently, you place a hand on his head spines. “It’s not your fault,” you whisper to him. Spike collapses against you, crying into your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him in a tight hug as he lets his emotions flow out. “That’s it bro…Hug it out,” you encourage him, beginning to gently rock side to side. A minute or so later, Spike’s crying has stopped and his head lays softly against your upper chest. You give him a few firm pats on the back. “O-okay. I’m good. I’m good,” he tells you, his voice gravelly. “You sure?” “Yeah, yeah…” he pulls away from you and scoots back on the bed, looking down in shame. “Y’know, for all the fuss you Equestrians make about the magic of friendship, you guys have the same sorts of friendship problems that we have on earth,” you tell him gently. “Really?” he asks, daring to meet your gaze again. You nod. “You bet.” You hop off of the bed. “Come on downstairs with me, I have an idea.” Spike seems to shrink back at your suggestion. “I don’t know if-“ You hold up a hand to stop him. “Believe me, buddy, I guilt tripped them hard. If we hurry down, I bet we can get you some apology cuddles from Rarity.” Spike leaps off of his bed and skids as he hits the ground. “Really!?” “I think so. Worst case you’ll have to settle for Twilight.” Spike grimaces. “Yuck!” “Alright, alright,” you tell him as you open his door. “But pick another backup just in case.” Spike thinks for a moment as he exits his room and sets off down the hallway. You follow. “Okay, you’re going to call me crazy…” he begins. “No such thing as a crazy dragon when it comes to cuddling.” “…Do you think we can make Rainbow Dash happen?” You purse your lips as you evaluate the situation in your head. “Actually, I think so. If there’s not a good enough opportunity to snuggle up with Rarity, just give Dash the puppy eyes and spin something about how she’s never bothered to give you flying lessons since you got your wings. Even she has to fold under that.” “Nice!” Spike launches into the air and gives you a quick bro-hug. “Thanks so much, man.” You pat him on the back. When he lands on the ground again, you offer him a fist bump, which he immediately returns. “You bet. I got your back, little dragon.” Author's Note i t ' s n o t y o u r f a u l t Thanks for checking out the story! Below are the links to my Official Fan Group and the Group's Discord Server, both created by the wonderful BlackJack21: OFFICIAL FAN GROUP HERE GROUP DISCORD HERE
Introduction (Start Here)After a long night out on the town in Ponyville, you fling open the doors and step into Ponyville Castle. You had quickly become accustomed to your new home here over the last several months and had begun to settle in to your new life as the only human in Equestria. Now, you want to check in with Princess Twilight Sparkle before you go to bed. You peek your head into the first floor den looking for Twilight. You find her, but there are a whole bunch of other ponies in the room too: you recognize them as Twilight’s best friends. Twilight’s gaze catches yours, and her ears perk up. Hopping up off of the couch, she greets you. “Hey, there you are!” You wave back sheepishly. “Hey Twilight. Sorry to barge in, I didn’t know you had your friends over.” “Come in!” she invites, closing the door behind you with your magic. “We decided to have an impromptu sleepover. I thought that maybe you were already asleep upstairs.” “Oh, no, I was out in town enjoying the night,” you answer. You weakly lift a hand in greeting to the others. “Hey, guys.” The other assembled ponies speak up in a chorus of happy greetings. “Come stay and chat with us a while,” Twilight offers. Since you live with Twilight, you are very comfortable around her. You had spent enough time around her friends that you considered them your own friends as well. That being said, you have no desire to impose on the gathering. “Oh, no, that’s alright, I don’t want to interrupt your ‘girls night in’,” you demure. “That’s ridiculous, darling. You’re not interrupting anything,” Rarity chimes from across the room, taking a brief respite from filing her hooves. “Yeah, we want you here!” Pinkie Pie chirps, fidgeting happily in her yellow and blue pajamas. “You’re so fun to be around and we don’t get to see you enough!” You scratch the back of your head. “You ponies sure?” “Of course we are,” Twilight declares. She hops back up onto the couch, making room for you and patting the space next to her. “Come spend time with us!” You spend about an hour in the presence of your pony friends. Despite your hesitation, Rarity crushes your resistance and gives you a moisturizing facial while you all take part in a number of sleepover party games. The group shares a laugh as you finish revealing an embarrassing secret during a round of truth-or-dare. “Alright,” you mumble, clearing your throat as you try to stop blushing. “I’m getting tired, so I might take my leave.” “I’m getting a little tired too…” Fluttershy murmurs before yawning. “Why don’t you stay here with us?” Twilight asks softly. You stifle a yawn. “Stay with you girls? But my bed’s upstairs and I don’t have anywhere to sleep.” Twilight grins softly. “I already thought all about that! We each have our own sleeping bags, and we can share! So, why don’t you share with…” Twilight Sparkle Rainbow Dash Rarity Applejack Fluttershy Pinkie Pie BONUS: Starlight Glimmer and Trixie BONUS: Spike The Dragon Author's Note Thanks for checking out the story! Below are the links to my Official Fan Group and the Group's Discord Server, both created by the wonderful BlackJack21: OFFICIAL FAN GROUP HERE GROUP DISCORD HERE
Princess Twilight Sparkle“Me!” Twilight declares happily. “I have a big, fluffy sleeping bag that can fit us both easily.” “Alright,” you agree quickly. The girls buzz about setting up their sleeping bags on the floor. You follow Twilight to a corner, where she unrolls her bag and fluffs up a pillow. Nearby, the den’s fireplace casts a faint glow across the room as the last embers of the fire begin to die down. You watch Twilight wiggle into the bag with trepidation. “Are you sure about this, Twilight? I can easily just go sleep in my bed…” Twilight tilts her head at you and smiles sweetly. “Don’t be silly. I’d like your company!” Shrugging, you place your feet into the bag next to Twilight and wiggle your way inside. Immediately, she presses her fluffy side up against you and purrs happily. “See?” she asks. “Now we’re all comfy.” You clear your throat awkwardly as you mull your next move. “Do you uh…want to get comfier?” Twilight gasps and nods emphatically, grinning from ear to ear. “YES! I mean...yes, please” “Excited?” Blushing, Twilight purses her lips and gazes bashfully away from you. “W-well, I…Sorry. I’ve been reading all about sleepover cuddling techniques and I’m just happy to have the chance to try them out with somecreature special.” Rolling over onto your side, you wrap an arm around Twilight Sparkle and place your head onto her barrel. You give her a brief tight squeeze before you move your hand up to play with her ample chest floof. “Sounds good to me.” Twilight lets out a quick burst of giggles, and she brings her far forehoof up to cover her muzzle. Without speaking a word, she then wraps her other hoof around your shoulders and nuzzles into the top of your head. “Mhhmmmmm,” she hums happily into your scalp. Gently, you rub the side of your face against Twilight’s incredibly soft fur, slowly wiggling your way up to her neck. You jostle around for a moment to gain a favorable position, and settle on resting one hand on Twilight’s far cutie mark while the backside of the other gently strokes through her mane and up her horn. Twilight’s tail swhishes happily around in the tight confines of the sleeping bag, brushing against your shins and leaving teasing, almost ticklish sensations on the skin. In response, you move your hand over to grab her far hoof. Immediately, Twilight squeals softly. Looking up from your comfortable position resting against her neck, you make eye contact with her. Her face is covered with a thick blush. You raise an eyebrow in a silent question. “I…I like having my hoof held, is all,” she whispers in a quiet explanation, to avoid disturbing the others now drifting to sleep. “Well then,” you groan as you shift your body upward to get within nuzzling range of her warm cheek, “I guess I’ll just have to hold your hoof all night, hmm?” You run your thumb around the edge of her soft fetlock, using little circular motions in a bid to be as affectionate as possible. Twilight giggles in pure joy for the second time in the last few minutes, although this time she doesn’t have a free hoof to cover her mouth. “Please!” You press your front tightly into Twilight’s side from her flank to her withers and nuzzle deeply into her cheek, stealing a hint of her scent as you do so. Intertwining one of your legs between her rear hooves, you let your eyes close. You give Twilight’s hoof one last squeeze before she drifts off, and the new set of giggles that follows does nothing to pull you away from the precipice of sleep.
Rainbow Dash“Rainbow Dash!” “Huh!?” Rainbow Dash cuts back immediately, clearly peeved. “Why do I have to share?” “Come now, Rainbow Dash. Don’t the Wonderbolts promise to protect and serve the citizens of Equestria?” Twilight prods. “Well, yeah, but-“ Applejack chuckles. “Wriggle yer way out of that ‘un, Rainbow.” Rainbow Dash rolls her eyes and scoffs disdainfully. “Fine.” She turns to you. “Just, get over here.” You walk around the couch toward Rainbow’s corner, where she has laid out a light blue sleeping bag with what appears to be a striped, rainbow interior. “Fitting,” you muse. “What?” she asks, glaring at you. “Nothing.” Huffing, Rainbow Dash slips inside her sleeping bag and stares daggers at you. “Listen up. We can share, but no touching! I’m not into all that fuzzy warm stuff like Pinkie Pie is.” You hold up your hands defensively. “Ok, ok, got it. No touching.” Taking great care not to break your promise, you wiggle carefully into the sleeping bag next to Rainbow Dash and rest your head on your half of the pillow. Both of your bodies are compressed and crumpled on your respective sides of the bag, with not a single strand of fur on Rainbow Dash’s body touching you. You wince as your muscles protest the uncomfortable position. The minutes pass by quickly. Soon, the happy whispering from the other ponies dies away as they begin to slumber. Rainbow Dash clears her throat. You sigh. You feel the smooth cover above you shift as Rainbow Dash relaxes her body. Her foreleg comes in contact with your shoulder, although just slightly. Taking advantage of the détente, you relax your body as well, which presses your shoulder deeper into Rainbow Dash’s coat. You shift your neck sharply as well, which culminates in an audible pop. Rainbow Dash shifts one of her back hooves so that it lays against your ankle. You turn your head to look at Rainbow Dash. Her face is mostly obscured in the darkness. “So…a little bit of touching?” you whisper with trepidation. Rainbow Dash doesn’t respond verbally and merely huffs at you. Then, her back hoof begins toying with your foot. You can’t help but smile as you begin to respond in kind, gently stroking her lower leg. Surreptitiously, you slip your arm under Rainbow Dash’s foreleg and use your thumb to gently pet the soft feathers of her wing. In response, she wiggles over toward you, her right hip pressing against your left as she gently rests her head on your shoulder. Removing your thumb from her side, you take her hoof in her hand and hold it tenderly, caressing her forelock affectionately with your fingers. She rotates her hoof and presses it against your palm. After another moment, she leans up and nuzzles your cheek. “So…a lot of touching?” you whisper. “Fine,” she whispers back even quieter. “But don’t tell anypony!” Smiling more broadly now, you roll onto your side, scooping up Rainbow Dash into your arms in the process. You wiggle up to her boldly, aligning your torso against her back. Burying your nose into her mane, you are bombarded with a crisp, clean scent no doubt an artifact of flying through clouds all day. Rainbow Dash shuffles her wings gently, and in response you move your hand up to play with its feathers. Her tail happily swishes in between your legs as you scratch under the fluffy planes. Rainbow Dash lets out the slightest hum of enjoyment, her ear flicking softly as you lean up to nuzzle her warm cheek. Gently, she presses her midsection back against you, allowing you to tighten the hug. You carefully slide one hand under the junction between her flank and back, near the edge of her cutie mark’s cloud, and relax your neck. Her form is small and light but firm; truly, a flier's body! As she leans her head back, her mane gently covers your face again, bathing your senses in the smell of morning breezes and a multitude of colors. The rising of her chest slows and deepens, your arm moving a little less frequently with each passing minute. Cuddling a happy, warm pony, you fall asleep. Applejack chuckles to herself quietly. “Hey, Twahlight,” she beckons quietly, “take a look at this.” Twilight Sparkle, fresh out of her sleeping bag, blinks a few times and leans up to peer over the couch. Her bleary eyes sharpen instantly and analyze the scene from under a disheveled mane. “…Huh,” she says, allowing herself a satisfied grin. “I knew Rainbow Dash liked to cuddle more than she was letting on.” “Should we wake them up for breakfast?” “Nah, they look too happy and comfortable. Let’s leave them. Maybe we can bring them some pancakes later…Y’know, breakfast in bed.” Applejack chuckles again as she follows Twilight out of the room. “That’ll make her redder than a Cortland apple in October.”
Rarity“Rarity!” “Hm? What was that, darling?” Rarity asks, looking up from her powderpuff compact mirror. Twilight rolls her eyes. “You’re going to share your bedding with him tonight.” “Of course! I’m happy to share.” You weren’t really expecting to share with Rarity. Surprised, you react in kind. “N-no, really, Twilight. I’ll just sleep in my bed upstairs and see you all in the morning. I-“ “Oh, pish posh!” Rarity scoffs, daintily flapping a hoof in your direction. “They don’t call me generosity for nothing, dear. I’ll have none of it.” A slight flush tinging your cheeks, you relent. “Okay, if you’re sure you’re alright with it…” “I am more than alright with it!” she declares, hopping to her hooves and beckoning to you to follow her. “I have plenty of space and am happy to spend more time with you, darling.” You approach Rarity's things and raise an eyebrow as you look at her setup. “You brought an inflatable mattress? Really?” “Do you expect me to sleep on the floor?” she complains. “Of course I brought a mattress, along with a wonderful little ensemble of silk sheets.” “Alright,” you shrug, pulling up a corner of the covers and sliding under them. Rarity trots to the other side of the air mattress and does the same as the others settle down into their own arrangements. As you both lie under the covers, an awkward silence ensues. Rarity lets out a huff and wiggles toward you. “Come now, dear, do you really think that I’d invite you to share my bed and not allow any snuggling?” You’re glad the silence is over, but you furrow your brow as you process her words. “…Snuggling? As in-“ “Yes, darling. Do be careful around the mane, though, you have no idea how long it takes me to get into shape.” You roll on your side to face Rarity, lifting your right arm up. Almost instantly, Rarity slides her alabaster form daintily under it, as if shielding herself from the weather. You curl your arm again, pressing your hand against Rarity’s soft back. Sighing happily, she presses her barrel up against your chest. Humming softly, she rests her head against your other arm, leaving the tip of her muzzle only a half inch away from your nose. “There,” she whispers, being careful not to disturb the others as she wraps her forehooves around your neck. “That’s much better.” You look into Rarity’s soft gaze, framed by lidded but impeccably made-up eyes, and can’t help but smile. Gently, you run your hand lightly down her back, stopping a few inches north of her tail, before running it back up towards her neck. As you do so, you can feel her muscles tense up slightly as she pulls herself tighter against you with her forehooves. “That feels wonderful, darling,” she purrs, nuzzling your nose. Feeling compelled to oblige her, you continue petting her back for several more minutes, smiling as you observe Rarity’s now-closed eyes and happy smile. A change in strategy takes over your thoughts, and carefully, you lift your hand off of her back and place it on her cheek. Rarity gasps softly at the new contact, and her eyes flutter open. As you run your hand up her cheek to her ear, you slowly scrape along the path. As you scratch and pet the side of her pristine visage, you can’t help but notice a bright red blush spread from Rarity’s muzzle to her cheeks, accompanied by a rumbling purr. “D-darling?” Rarity half-chokes, leaning her head into your hand. “Yes, Rarity?” you reply, your smile growing at her cute mannerisms. “Y-you can pet my mane,” she mumbles. “I thought I wasn’t allowed?” “Please pet my mane,” she begs quietly, biting her lip in anticipation and squeezing you with her forehooves again. Reaching out with the hand of your restricted arm, you spread your fingers into her bouncy purple mane like a comb and bring them down, separating the strands gently. On your next pass, your other hand moves from her cheek to her mane as well, doing the same. Rarity buries her head into the junction between your neck and chest, either to make herself more comfortable or to hide her blush. You can feel the gentle rumbling of your chest as she voices low sounds of pleasure. Slowly, the tightly formed curls of her mane unwind and the strands thereof begin to cascade freely down her shoulders, back and barrel. Eventually, Rarity pulls back to place her muzzle against your nose again and nuzzles you. Her beautiful, now unrestricted and messy mane frames her blushing face and affectionate gaze. “You simply must come to our sleepovers more often, dear.” Chuckling, you bring your free arm down to scratch lightly at Rarity’s cutie mark as her eyes flutter closed again for the last time that evening.
Applejack“Applejack!” “Who-what now?” Applejack asks quickly, whipping her head around. “Are the revenuers here? Did they find me?” Twilight presses her lips together in an expression of annoyance. “No, but you are going to be sharing with him tonight.” “Why AJ, specifically?” you ask, a little confused as to the rationale behind Twilight’s pick. “She won the couch in the board game tournament.” Twilight’s eyes narrow. “And I use the term ‘won’ loosely.” “Darn it Twahlight, I won fair and square!” Applejack huffs. “No, you didn’t! The free parking space does nothing! Am I the only pony that reads the instructions!?” “Ya get to take the cash! It’s a universal house rule!” “A universal rule is, by definition, not a house rule! I know syllogisms aren’t your strong suit, AJ, but come on!” “GIRLS!” Fluttershy screeches from beside you, causing you to jump at least two feet in the air in surprise. “Maybe we should concentrate a little more on getting our friend someplace to sleep and a little less on arguing?” Twilight exhales forcefully through her nostrils but seems to recover most of her composure. “Anyway, Applejack 'won' the couch, and since you’re a little larger than us and it’s the biggest space here, I think it’s only fair that you two share.” “I can see the logic in that,” Applejack notes, nodding solemnly. She turns her piercing green eyes toward you. “C’mon pardner, hop on the couch.” You oblige Applejack and follow her instructions. You rest your head on the pillow present there, and squeeze your body in towards the cushions to make room for her. “No need for that!” she hoots. “Spread out n’ relax.” Lifting one of her back legs over you, she clambers onto the couch and plops her body down on top of yours. You let out a tiny grunt in response. She’s heavier than she looks, certainly, but you’re also rather surprised at how comfortable she is acting around you. Applejack continues to shift her strong body to find a more comfortable position. Wrapping her hooves over your shoulders, she nuzzles into your neck and lays a back hoof in between your legs. “There we go!” You lay there for a moment, not quite sure what to do. Applejack seems happy enough, at least. “Uh, sugarcube?” Applejack’s voice vibrates your neck softly. It warms at the contact. “Yes?” “Ya can hold me, you know. Ain’t no need for this to be a one pony show.” You curse yourself mentally for your awkward behavior. “Of course, sorry.” You lay your right hand a few inches above her tail and your left on her withers and give her a big hug. Applejack’s body is wonderfully firm but her coat is smooth, which makes for an extremely pleasant sensation. “Ahhh,” she exhales warmly into your neck, squeezing you back. “That’s a heckuvva lot better.” Turning her head to the side, she presses her golden mane into the underside of your chin. “Ha ha! Hey guys, check it out!” a grating voice calls. You can feel Applejack’s body tighten as a low growl simmers in her throat. “What is it, darling?” you hear Rarity whine back. “There’s no need to be so loud when we’re trying to settle down for bed.” “It’s hilarious!” Rainbow Dash snickers. “Look- Applejack is cuddling with the human!” You feel the muscles in Applejack’s tummy tense up. Sensing that she’s about to go after Rainbow Dash, you decide to step in. You cast you eyes up at Rainbow Dash, who is hovering next to the couch. “I think you’re jealous.” “Jealous!? I mean, yeah, it’d be nice to sleep on the couch and all, but board games are for eggheads anyway. I don’t care that I lost!” A timid throat clearing echoes through the room. “I think he means you’re jealous of the cuddling, Rainbow Dash,” Fluttershy offers. Rainbow Dash’s face contorts into an odd scrunch. “What!? That’s ridiculous… Cuddling is lame!” “That shade of red on your face is most becoming, darling,” Rarity mocks. Rainbow Dash sputters incoherently for a few moments. “Just cut your losses, you’re not going to win this one,” Twilight adds. “Whatever!” Rainbow Dash huffs before floating away. Applejack chuckles quietly to herself. Slowly, she rolls over and shimmies to rest on her side, allowing your left hand to slide down to her cutie mark while your right hand rubs her tummy gently. “I’d say there isn’t a pony in Equestria that wouldn’t be jealous of this,” she whispers softly. “Thanks a bunch, sugarcube.” “You’re welcome. Goodnight.” “G’night.”
Fluttershy“Fluttershy!” “Eep!” You look over at Fluttershy. She’s holding a hoof across her chest, as if protecting herself. You feel a pang of empathy for the frail little Pegasus. “Oh, come on, Fluttershy! Aren’t animals, like, your thing?” Rainbow Dash responds. “You are the natural choice,” Twilight agrees. You furrow your brow. “Hold on, I think characterizing me as an ‘anim-“ “Well, I-I guess that makes sense,” Fluttershy continues, rubbing one of her forehooves anxiously with the other. “It’s just that I don’t sleep next to others very often.” The glow around Twilight’s horn subsides as she finishes laying out her sleeping bag. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Besides, our friend is very kind, just like you!” Twilight turns her head and lowers an eyebrow in a prompting expression. “Right?” “Absolutely,” you quickly agree. You close the gap with Fluttershy, who is still seated on her haunches, and squat down so you are at eye level with her. “I had fun playing games with you tonight, Fluttershy.” Fluttershy seems to relax as you lower yourself to her level, and your calm tone of voice does wonders as well. “I did too! I’m sorry that I’m so nervous. You’re my friend! It’s just…I was surprised, is all.” “That’s okay,” you coo. “I understand. Twilight spooked me too!” Fluttershy nodded. “She can be a little loud…” “I am not loud!” Twilight barks a little too loudly from the other side of the room. Fluttershy cringes slightly. “Okay…” You roll your eyes. “Can I help you set up your sleeping bag?” Fluttershy shakes her head. “Oh, no. I set it up hours ago. It’s right over here.” She rises off of her haunches and leads you to a quiet and secluded corner of the room, where she’s set up a light green sleeping bag, a fluffy pillow covered in a design of vines, and a little white plushie. “Aww, I like your stuffed animal,” you say. “Is that Angel?” Fluttershy seems to hide behind her mane as she contemplates her answer. “Y-yes. I made it myself…I always take it with me when I’m away from home.” You nod. How adorable. “I understand, Angel Bunny must be very important to you. You did a great job on him.” Fluttershy smiles. “Thank you…It’s a little embarrassing…” She carefully sits down on the sleeping bag. “Not at all!” you tell her with gusto. “Sometimes you need to cuddle someone you care about to get to sleep.” Fluttershy looks down at her hooves and rubs them on the fabric of the sleeping bag. “Do, um…Do we have to cuddle tonight since we’re sharing a sleeping bag?” “Only if you want to.” Fluttershy meets your gaze with her soft blue eyes. The slightest crinkles near her temples show that she’s deep in thought. “I…guess so. Sometimes I cuddle with Harry the bear, but that’s the only time I’ve been held by anycreature as…big.” “We can try it and then stop if you don’t like it,” you offer. “I’ll try my best to be as gentle as Harry.” Fluttershy giggles demurely. “Alright. You have big horsehoes to fill! Harry gives the best hugs.” Daintily, Fluttershy slides into her sleeping bag and holds her Angel plush tightly against her chest. You slide in beside her. “O-okay, what now?” she asks. A pop from the smoldering log in the fireplace punctuates her question. “Hmmm…” You take a moment to think what would be best. “Why don’t you roll on your side, facing away from me?” Without saying a word, Fluttershy nods and follows the command. Carefully, you shimmy over and gently press your chest and tummy against her back. Her coat is extremely soft, and you are careful not to disturb the feathers on her fluffy wings as you wrap an arm around her midsection. Resting your left hand on her midsection, you move your right arm up and rest it on the pillow, above her head. “Oh, my, this is…nice,” Fluttershy says quietly, giving her angel bunny plush a squeeze. “I like this.” “There’s no reason to be nervous. Cuddling with friends is wonderful,” you tell her. “Are you alright if I cuddle you a little tighter?” She nods. “Oh, yes. Please.” You move yourself upward about an inch and use your left arm to leverage yourself tighter against Fluttershy, and follow the movement up with an affectionate squeeze. It is unbelievable how soft and pliable her body is; she’s almost like a real stuffed animal. You can feel her body vibrate as she hums happily. You run the fingers of your right hand through her mane, scratching the scalp behind her ears gently with each pass. Fluttershy’s tail flicks in between your legs once, coming to rest against your calf. She yawns and leans her head back slightly into your playful treatment. Closing your eyes, your drift off to sleep. Some time later, you open your eyes to a dark room and the smell of Fluttershy’s mane. Yawning, you try to sit up for a moment and find a more comfortable position. Immediately, a force you weren’t expecting yanks you back down. Carefully, you crane your neck and shoulders up to find that Fluttershy is holding your left arm tightly against her chest, where it lies pressed against her fluff. Her plush Angel Bunny sits comfortably in a nearby corner, clearly having been placed with great care. Smiling, you lay your head back down and go to sleep again.
Pinkie Pie“Pinkie Pie!” Instantly, a pink blur slams into your torso, knocking you back to a sitting position on the floor. Blinking quickly, you recover and find that Pinkie Pie has wrapped her hooves tightly around your neck. “Yipee!” Pinkie Pie cries. Immediately following this, she devolves into an attack of giggles and snorts. “I was so hoping that Twilight would say my name, and she did! You and I are going to be best bed buddies!” Twilight rolls her eyes. “Have fun!” she says. You can’t help but feel that’s directed at you more than Pinkie. “Boy oh boy, I am going to cuddle you so hard!” Pinkie Pie shouts joyously. She devolves again into giggles and snorts. “I’m gonna hug you, and spoon you, and caress you, and nuzzle you, and snuggle you, and boop you, and-“ “That all sounds great, Pinkie Pie,” you interrupt. “But can you get off of me so that we can head over to your sleeping bag?” Pinkie Pie shakes her head emphatically. “Nopey-Dopey-Lopey! No can do! You have to carry me!” She tightens her grip around your neck. Groaning slightly, you place one arm under her hindquarters and one around her withers. Carefully, and with some degree of effort, you stand up from your seated position and carry Pinkie Pie over to her neon sleeping bag. As you approach, Pinkie Pie hops off of you and uses a hoof to open the end of the sleeping bag for you. Taking her hint, you carefully shimmy your way inside. Pinkie Pie then makes her way into the sleeping bag as well, but crucially she does it in such away that she climbs over you. After you almost choke on her tail and endure a few painful placements of her hoof, she settles into a position on top of you. She presses her muzzle against the tip of your nose, which forces you to look into her sky-blue eyes. “Hmmmm,” she hums as you remain lost in her adorable little pony-orbs. “How should we cuddle first!?” You don’t offer an answer. After a moment, she gasps and nuzzles your nose quickly. “Okay! I got it!” She rears her torso up and sits on your midsection. “Roll on your side!” You smile a little bit as you oblige her. “Neat. Are you thinking that we should spoon first?” “Yep!” Pinkie Pie says. But, instead of wriggling into your arms and pressing against your front side like you expect her to, she flops on the other end of you and quickly wraps all four of her hooves around you. She tightens the makeshift knot quickly, which restricts your movement a good deal. “Oof,” you puff. “Pinkie?” “Uh huh?” she chirps into your ear. “You’re, uh…You’re gonna be the big spoon?” She blows a raspberry at you. “Of course I am, silly! I’m the queen of cuddles, I can’t let some human come in here and just be the big spoon until he’s proven himself!” “I have to prove myself?” “Uh-huh!” A loop of her mane enters your vision. Somehow, it’s supporting a list written on paper stationary with a balloon watermark. In the corner, there appears to be a poorly drawn pink pony cuddling a stick-figure human, surrounded by little hearts. “We have to do all of these first before you can even think of being the big spoon!” The Stargazer The Cuddle-Driver The ‘We mostly cuddle at night…Mostly.’ The Pony Pillow The Reverse Pony Pillow The Super Hug The Scritchy-Scratcher The Fortress “And then maybe I’ll deem you worthy. Don’t worry, we’ll get through them all tonight, I promise! I’ll be waking you up every forty minutes to switch positions!” You exhale forcefully through your nose. “Great.” Pinkie nuzzles into your neck and slides one of her back legs in between yours. “Or, if you want, we could just stay like this.” She presses her pliable, warm, fuzzy torso even tighter against your back. “Well…” you mutter as she continues to nuzzle into your neck. It feels very nice. “Maybe we could cuddle like this for a little while…” You slowly close your eyes. Pinkie Pie giggles, albeit much more softly than before, and squeezes you tightly in a reverse-hug. Gently, she runs her hooves up and down between your shoulders and chest, and begins rhythmically rubbing her chest floof against you. “Mmmmmm….” You feel like you’re floating, and cuddling with a warm, inviting cloud to boot. “That feels so good, Pinkie…Why don’t we cuddle more often?” Pinkie Pie hums softly and stops her movements. Gently, she shifts her body into a tight but comfortable fit with yours. “That’s a good question, bestest human bed-buddy!” Quickly, she plants a big, smacking kiss on your cheek and rests her forehead on the back of your neck. “Let’s work out a cuddling schedule tomorrow.” You bring a free hand up to hold one of Pinkie Pie’s hooves, and then drift off to sleep.
BONUS: Starlight Glimmer and Trixie“Wait a second,” you interrupt Twilight. “Where is Starlight? Shouldn’t she be here hanging out with you ponies?” Twilight rolls her eyes. “She’s having a sleepover with her friend Trixie. She and I have a bit of a…past that makes her uncomfortable, so they’re up in Starlight’s room.” “Hm. Well, if it’s alright with you, I think I’ll head up and say hi. Might even hang out with them for a little, if they’ll have me.” Twilight shrugs. “Sure thing! If we’re asleep when you get back, you can either share my sleeping bag with me or just head to your room.” You nod solemnly. “Thanks.” Turning around, you head for the door. Not even a minute later, you crest the stairs and step foot on the floor that held the castle’s quarters. The sound of shouting reaches your ears, which makes you furrow your brow. You head off in the direction of Starlight’s room. As you approach the door to her quarters, you can make out Starlight’s muffled voice. Whatever she is saying, she is clearly rather perturbed. Then, another voice is layered on top; this one sounds shrill but supremely confident. Letting out a little hum of disapproval, you rap forcefully on the door. The voices stop suddenly. Slowly, the door creaks open and Starlight’s muzzle sneaks its way outside. “Hello?” she asks hesitantly, before she makes eye contact. When she does, a strange smile spreads across her muzzle and she flings the door open. “HEEEEYYYY,” she greets loudly. You flinch a little bit. “Wow! Glimmer, what’s with the welcome?” you ask. “I’m just glad you’re here!” she gushes. Her horn lights up and she nabs your hand in her magic. “Come on inside!” she commands, pulling you in and kicking the door closed behind you. You immediately make eye contact with a pale blue unicorn, who is sitting on her haunches in the corner and pouting. You awkwardly lift a hand in greeting. “Uh…hi.” The other unicorn opens her mouth to respond, but Starlight preempts her. “Trixie, this is the human I’ve told you so much about! He’s been staying with us here at the castle for a while now and is a very good friend! In fact, he’s so good, that I bet he’d be okay with sleeping on the floor.” You narrow your eyes. “I’m missing some context here and I won’t be commenting further until I get it.” “Well,” Trixie huffs, crossing her front hooves over her chest, “I can’t sleep on the floor. I have back problems.” Starlight scoffs. “You do not!” “Starlight, please,” you hush. “Why don’t you share the bed then?” Trixie grumbles to herself for a moment. “Because last time we had to sleep in close quarters, things broke down quickly.” “Agreed,” Starlight concurs. “Not an option.” “Well, good luck to you both. I’m headed back downstairs to spend time with Twilight and the others.” “Oh no you don’t!” Trixie cries. “Twilight is not going to keep me from coming out on top of this dispute!” “You need to help us figure this out!” Starlight agrees. “I’m not letting you out until you do.” You crane your head back and audibly groan at the ceiling. “Okay, okay! Starlight, can-“ “And don’t you dare ask me to sleep on the floor!” You exhale slowly. “Okay, new idea. You have magic. Why don’t you split the bed into two smaller ones?” “Can’t,” Starlight sniffs casually. “Mattress is enchanted for protection.” “Isn’t that just soooooo like you?” sneers Trixie. “Wow, for two ponies who are friends, you two really seem to hate each other. Alright, how about I stay with you tonight?” Starlight seems to consider the possibility. “I hadn’t thought of that. You can be the dividing line between us in the bed so that we don’t annoy each other.” “Okay, that is not at all what I mea-“ “Trixie?” Starlight deflects, raising an eyebrow at her friend. “Ugh,” the blue unicorn groans. “Fiiiiiiiine.” You are immediately picked up by Starlight’s magic and haphazardly inserted under her bed’s covers. “You know, you ponies are odd creatures,” you comment casually. “Yeah, yeah, shut your cute little human mouth,” Starlight says as she snakes under the covers on your left. As she does so, Trixie hops up onto the bed from your right. “I’m not to keen on sharing a bed with an alien, so keep your distance, alright?” You exhale forcefully. “Look, I don’t even want to be here in the first place, so I wouldn’t worry about it.” “Aww, Trixie,” Starlight whines, wrapping her hooves around your arm. “Why are you so mean to him? He’s sweet!” Your heart flutters a little bit. “You’re too adorable, Starlight,” you praise, leaning over to nuzzle the top of her head. “I know I am,” she cooes. She tightens her grip around your arm and shimmies over to rest her cheek on your lower shoulder. You hum happily in response. “Wait…You like all of Starlight’s mushy cuddle-garbage?” Trixie asks incredulously from your right. “Of course! She’s pretty and soft and…and…” your voice trails off as you narrow your eyes and reflect on how strange your opinions on ponies had become since you ended up in Equestria. “Trixie can also be soft and pretty!” she protests, rolling over onto your chest. “I can cuddle too!” “Trixie!” Starlight growls, pushing her off of you with a hoof and causing her friend to yelp in surprise. “Get on your side of him! That’s the whole reason he’s here, remember?” Trixie paws at your hand with a hoof until you open it and start holding her hoof. She leans up to nuzzle your cheek. “Is Trixie pretty too?” You roll your eyes. “Yes, Trixie, you are a pretty pony too.” “Good,” she sighs in relief, collapsing to rest her head on your chest a few inches from her friend. “Prettier than Starlight, correct?” she adds, almost as if an afterthought. Starlight growls and tightens her grip around your arm. “You are both pretty in your own special ways,” you tell Trixie, running a hand through her silver mane. You scratch behind one of her ears as well, which causes her to shiver briefly in delight. “I want ear scratches too, y’know,” Starlight whines. “Oh boy,” you hum as you remove your arm from Starlight’s grasp and begin running your fingers around the base of her ear. Trixie moves her body upwards as you do so and presses the top of her muzzle into the bottom of your chin. “It’s gonna be a long night, I can tell…”
BONUS: Spike The Dragon“Hold on, hold on,” you interrupt. Craning your neck, you scan the room. “Where is Spike, Twilight?” “Spike’s in his room, I think,” Twilight responds, placing a hoof to her muzzle. “Why do you ask?” “Did you invite him down here to spend time with everypony?” “Well…No, I didn’t.” Twilight scrunches up her muzzle. “But Spike never spends time with us during our sleepovers.” “Is that because he doesn’t want to or because you never invite him?” Twilight’s muzzle scrunches up even deeper. “Well, I…That’s a good question, although probably an unfair categorization.” “Because?” Twilight’s scrunch becomes a grimace. “Because…Look, Spike knows he’s our friend and that we care about him! I promise!” You cross your arms. “Mmmmhmm. Okay. Well, tell you what, I’m going to go and say hello to him before we finish this conversation.” Twilights ears perk up. “I…okay,” she relents. You open the door on your way out. “Let him know that he’s invited next time!” she calls after you, a hint of desperation tinging her voice. A few minutes later, you knock on the door to Spike’s bedroom. “Coming!” an excited voice calls. Not a moment later, the door flings open to reveal an extremely eager-looking little dragon. His expression melts when he sees you. “Oh, uh, hey.” “What’s the deal, Spike?” you ask, leaning casually against his door frame. “Were you expecting Rarity?” He shrugs. “That would have been awesome, but, uh, no. Just expecting…Anypony else. It’s not important, though, come on in.” “Thanks, my dude.” You step through the room’s threshold and close the door behind you. “What’d you do tonight?” he asks. “Oh, I was out for a while, then I came back and stumbled on the girls having a little slumber party.” Spike’s ear frills flatten against his head, but he keeps a cool expression. “Oh, uh, are they here? Really? I hadn’t noticed. I’ve just been so engrossed in my evening.” “I’m glad you’re keeping busy,” you tell him as he waddles back over to his bed. “What have you been up to?” “I’ve been reading some Power Ponies comics,” he comments as he flops back on his mattress. “Very neat. I didn’t know that new issues had come out recently.” Spike sits up and scratches the back of his neck. “Well, uh, they haven’t. I’m rereading a few of the old arcs. But, I’ve been meaning to get around to them again! So, it’s, y’know, nice to have the opportunity to catch up.” You stand silently for a few moments as you look forlornly at Spike, your lips pursed in concern. “So, you were down there with the girls for a while, right? N-not that I know! I’m just, uh, guessing.” You nod slowly. Spike clears his throat. “…Did, uh...They happen to mention me at all?” You take a deep breath in before exhaling. “Spike…It’s not your fault.” “Huh?” “It’s not your fault.” Spike crosses his arms across his scaly chest. “What are you on about? Did somepony break something down there?” You take a step forward. “…It’s not your fault.” Spike grimaces and falls flat on his back again. He speaks to the ceiling. “Okay, okay, I get it! I can get a little jealous sometimes that I don’t get invited to things, but it’s no big deal! I mean, it’s a mares’ only sleepover anyway…Er, mares and humans…I guess…” You step to the edge of the bed. “It’s not your fault.” He sits up again, glaring at you. “What’s your deal, coming in here and just repeating that? Why don’t you go back down there and hang out with them? That’s what friends do, isn’t it!?” You sit on the bed next to him. “It’s not your fault.” Spike points a little purple claw at you. “You shut your flat little human mouth,” he sputters, tears beginning to well up around the edges of his eyes. “It’s not your fault.” Spike gradually slips into a fit of sobs. He covers his eyes with his claws as he lets out a quiet salvo of choking cries. Gently, you place a hand on his head spines. “It’s not your fault,” you whisper to him. Spike collapses against you, crying into your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him in a tight hug as he lets his emotions flow out. “That’s it bro…Hug it out,” you encourage him, beginning to gently rock side to side. A minute or so later, Spike’s crying has stopped and his head lays softly against your upper chest. You give him a few firm pats on the back. “O-okay. I’m good. I’m good,” he tells you, his voice gravelly. “You sure?” “Yeah, yeah…” he pulls away from you and scoots back on the bed, looking down in shame. “Y’know, for all the fuss you Equestrians make about the magic of friendship, you guys have the same sorts of friendship problems that we have on earth,” you tell him gently. “Really?” he asks, daring to meet your gaze again. You nod. “You bet.” You hop off of the bed. “Come on downstairs with me, I have an idea.” Spike seems to shrink back at your suggestion. “I don’t know if-“ You hold up a hand to stop him. “Believe me, buddy, I guilt tripped them hard. If we hurry down, I bet we can get you some apology cuddles from Rarity.” Spike leaps off of his bed and skids as he hits the ground. “Really!?” “I think so. Worst case you’ll have to settle for Twilight.” Spike grimaces. “Yuck!” “Alright, alright,” you tell him as you open his door. “But pick another backup just in case.” Spike thinks for a moment as he exits his room and sets off down the hallway. You follow. “Okay, you’re going to call me crazy…” he begins. “No such thing as a crazy dragon when it comes to cuddling.” “…Do you think we can make Rainbow Dash happen?” You purse your lips as you evaluate the situation in your head. “Actually, I think so. If there’s not a good enough opportunity to snuggle up with Rarity, just give Dash the puppy eyes and spin something about how she’s never bothered to give you flying lessons since you got your wings. Even she has to fold under that.” “Nice!” Spike launches into the air and gives you a quick bro-hug. “Thanks so much, man.” You pat him on the back. When he lands on the ground again, you offer him a fist bump, which he immediately returns. “You bet. I got your back, little dragon.” Author's Note i t ' s n o t y o u r f a u l t Thanks for checking out the story! Below are the links to my Official Fan Group and the Group's Discord Server, both created by the wonderful BlackJack21: OFFICIAL FAN GROUP HERE GROUP DISCORD HERE
