Anon Snuggles Princess Celestia
Princess Celestia, the icon of beauty, grace, and virtue in Equestria for over a thousand years, was closing up a day that was just like any other. She woke up, performed her daily hygiene ritual, ate a delicious breakfast, had a few meetings with the nobles and generals, and any time in between was filled by her playing desk jockey, signing forms, writing proclamations, and putting on her “royalty smile” when dealing with ponies she’d rather not. Even though technically, her and Luna have ruled the land as diarchs ever since Nightmare Moon was deposed, it’s still hard not to see Celestia’s status as a kind of supremacy, rather than as a first among equals. It’s only natural of course, as most ponies are only in Luna’s domain for no more than eight hours per day, meaning Celestia is in charge of the greater sixteen.
Letting out a long, patient sigh, the gorgeous princess shifts her attention to her stack of unsigned forms, seated at a secretary desk much like a human would, at a comfy seat, two rear hooves on the floor, and two front hooves on the desk, manipulating her quill and paper stack using her dextrous magic. Glancing at Commander Tower Shield’s requisition for a shipment of explosives on behalf of the 109th EUP Rangers, her concentration is interrupted by a knock on her office’s door. Shifting out of “secretary mode” in an instant, she quickly turns to the door and puts on her classic smiling face, perfect for when she knows not who wants to see her.
Her fake smile soon turns into a smile of joy when she finds who it is.
“Good evenin’, Your Majesty!” A short-haired, clean-shaven bipedal human man walks in, wearing a black jacket and jeans.
“Anon…” She holds a hoof up to her face, giggling in a “royally acceptable” manner. “How many times do I need to tell you, you don’t have to call me that!”
“I dunno, I just think it sounds better. You’re certainly in charge, and that’s what I mean when I give you that title. Think of it as a compliment.” He smirks, causing her to sigh again, this time in pleasure.
“Oh, what am I going to do with you?”
“Well, jokes aside, you’ve been plenty kind to me already. I only came to Equestria about a week ago, but you’ve treated me with nothing but kindness and hospitality ever since then. Not many ponies can say they’ve been treated as Princess Celestia’s guest! I’m very honored.” His heartfelt response was given without an ounce of deception, causing the princess to blush very slightly.
“Oh, you know I’ve been dying to see you all day.” She responds, cutting out the banter. “It has been a particular kind of headache dealing with the Canterlot elites again. But I know better than to torture our honored guest with menial conversations of statecraft.” She giggles. One lovey-dovey nickname deserves another, so it seems.
Anon sighs blissfully and pulls up an equally comfy seat on her left-hand side. “And I’ve been dying to see you all day. I know you’re princess and all, but I thought entertaining guests was a task that you’d put in the hands - sorry, hooves - of your staff. Surely there are more important things on your list of job duties than that?”
“Oh, Nonny, you’re not wrong. It’s true that my duties range from trade agreements with the workponies, to diplomacy with Equestria’s neighbors, to just showing my face at the Grand Galloping Gala and other festivals…” She goes on. “But I always make time for the ponies closest to me.” She wraps a wing around him. “It isn’t just that you’re an exotic species, possibly the first hooman in Equestria. It’s a kindness I show to all my guests.”
“Wow…” He blushes at the wing embrace, leaning into it. There isn’t much surprise in her words; as kindness is an element of harmony it only makes sense that she’d be an exemplar of it, along with the other five. “I understand you’re a great princess, but you must have been doing this forever. Aren’t alicorns basically immortal, like goddesses?”
“Oh, I won’t be ruling for much longer. You remember Twilight Sparkle? In the near future I actually plan to step down from the throne, and crown her as the new Princess of Equestria!” she responds, almost with an element of pride.
“Really?” He responds. “Well, I’ll trust your judgement. Does she know about this plan?”
“I already told her. I’m sure she’s taking it well.” She responds, giving a wink. “She’ll grow into it.”
“Haha, I’m sure.” He closes his eyes in bliss. Knowing Twilight it would be anything but. He enjoys the hug in silence for a couple moments, before Her Majesty captures his attention once again.
“You’re free to stay as long as you’d like, you know.” She adds, looking down at him in her wing embrace, giving a gentle smile.
“Well, as kind as the offer is, and it’s very tempting, it just wouldn’t seem right taking advantage of all you hard-working ponies like that. Y’all have done me such a great kindness and I couldn’t bear letting it go unpaid.”
“That depends, since you’re not an Equestrian citizen you’d need a permit. Are you willing to submit to a scheduled license exam and wait ten to fourteen business days?”
“No! Please!”
“Ahahaha! I kid, I kid. My word will go far beyond any meaningless slip of paper. But if you are serious about helping, there are a great many ponies in Ponyville who would certainly welcome your help. They’re all quite honest; they would never cheat a stallion out of a fair day’s wage.” She assures him, reaching over and patting his left shoulder with a hoof.
“They wouldn’t mind dealing with a creature who’s… not like them?” He responds with some worry.
“Thanks to Ponyville’s new School of Friendship, they’ve been able to exchange relationships with all kinds of creatures rarely seen in Ponyville.” She responds, giggling and continuing to show affection to him. “You’d hardly be the weirdest thing they’ve seen.”
“And what about housing?” He continues.
“There are a number of charming countryside inns for you to enjoy in Ponyville. Enjoy the local food, meet the local ponies…” She looks off into the distance, as if recalling some memories of hers. “Or if you’d prefer some company, I know a number of ponies who would jump at the opportunity to have you as a guest in their homes… ask for Lyra Heartstrings,” giggling at the last prospect, she turns to look into his eyes, as if gauging a response.
“Ponyville sure seems like one of Equestria’s greatest bread baskets.” He says, causing the Princess’s eyes to widen as she smiles, impressed with his knowledge. It’s good that his time spent as her guest wasn’t wasted, but then again, what else is a human man to do with hours of free time in a giant castle? “I was just reading about it in one of the library books, the land is very fertile. They chose to settle right next to the Everfree Forest so there’d be no shortage of resources. It could be fun, I’d at least love to visit.”
“And I’d be happy to introduce you.” Barely leaving him time to think, she fires another question. “May I ask a follow-up question, Anon?”
“Certainly, what’s up?”
“How do you feel about snuggling?” Her smile shifts into one more playful, now fully moved on from her royal business.
“I…” He blushes, looking up into her powerful, lavender eyes, realizing how her massive presence dwarfs his. Even on her fours, she’s still half a foot taller than him. “I’ll be completely honest, Your Majesty, I’ve never snuggled anybody - anypony in my entire life.”
“Would you like to?” Her wing pulls the two of them closer together on their chairs, continuing to look at him in her dominant, regal, and most importantly, motherly manner.
“Well, I certainly won’t turn down the offer!” His face still in a blush, looking away from her, he fully leans into the princess’s body in the embrace, encouraging her wing and hoof to hold him yet closer. Her soft chest fur greets his cheek as he rubs it against her, as if to tease him, telling him there’s far more snuggles just for him underneath.
She giggles to him, happy to show kindness using her touch for her adored guest. “Then follow me to my bedroom!” She teleports out of the chair and hops onto all fours, bouncing up and down as if to play with Anon, before galloping off at a light pace, leaving the dumbstruck hooman in the secretary room alone, one second snuggling a gorgeous white pony, the next, not.
“Wait! Wait up, Your Majesty!” Scrambling to his legs with a lack of dexterity, his chair nearly falls over as he gets up to follow after Celestia through the golden-decorated halls of Canterlot Castle, running around halls, past pony guards (who by this point have gotten familiar with him, waving at him or giving a smile), until he sees the princess give an inaudible giggle and wink, disappearing behind a door at the end of the corridor about 50 feet down.
It’s just at this moment, his heart beating from the chase, alone with his thoughts, that he is able to comprehend the gravity of the situation. Anon, after being teleported to Equestria by means unknown to him (and as of yet, to anypony), is the honored guest in the castle of the two most powerful rulers of this entire land, nearly demigoddesses in power. And one of them has just asked him to cuddle with her in her bed. If such a thing could be measured, having his very first snuggling session with the great princess herself certainly wouldn’t be a bad start. Slowly taking step after step, deep breaths to calm down, he opens the door at the very end: Princess Celestia’s very own bedchamber.
The walls are decorated with the same Canterlot regal beauty he’s always expected. Looking around the large bedroom he finds on the opposite side a glass door exposing the courtyard and beautiful night sky, complete with balcony and curtain, to his right the largest, comfiest-looking bed he’s ever seen, complete with multiple pillows and blankets, to his left a dresser and fireplace for keeping warm in the winter, and on the far side of the room is her personal restroom.
However, no sight was prettier than the princess herself.
Lying on her chest, tail slightly swaying behind her, bedroom eyes lidded, her regal accessories taken off and placed on a bedside table; as soon as Anon stepped into the room he blushed furiously.
“Your Majesty, it’s… you’re… beautiful.” He manages to say, causing her to shut her eyes and giggle at him.
“Don’t you know it’s bad manners to keep your marefriend waiting?” She giggles yet again, moving her head to the pillows and continuing to stare at the human, only doing more to fluster him.
“I-I’m sorry Your Majesty,” he chokes out, “but like I said, I’ve never snuggled anypony, anycreature before in my life. I don’t know if I’ll do it right.”
“I see,” Celestia responds, trying to sound comforting. “Not even a human mare- I mean girl?”
“Never had one.” He states curtly.
“Hmm…” she thinks, still smiling at his nervous presence. “In that case, I’m honored to be your first. We can snuggle however you want, I’ll be gentle.”
“You really mean it?” Anon continues to blush vulnerably, practically melting before the kind forwardness of the princess.
“Of course, silly.” She giggles again. “But I certainly hope you weren’t planning on snuggling in those formal threads? Rarity did a good job on them, they’re nice and all, but for sleeping? I think not.”
“Oh, uh, yeah-yes, Your Majesty, most of the time I just sleep in my boxers.”
“I see,” she responds, “I remember what you told me about humans being… uncomfortable when it comes to removing their clothing, so far be it from me to tell you what you should do.”
“You know what?” Anon asks himself, thinking out loud and causing the princess to look at him curiously, “I really can’t sleep in these clothes, and also…” He pauses for a minute, debating his options. The metaphorical ground he’s standing on, he has never stood on before. Perhaps his decision was one of folly and passion of being in the moment, but something in the air convinced him to make that extra step.
After all, he knew even if it was a screw up, the princess wouldn’t mind too much.
“I think it would feel better than anything in the world.”
As he airs open his thoughts and feelings, he takes a deep breath and sighs loudly. Princess Celestia’s eyes open slightly, still giving him “bedroom eyes” but showing her curiosity. Anon nervously unzips his black jacket, placing it neatly upon a chair, before stamping upon one heel on one shoe and then the other to take his shoes off while still standing, moving them up against the wall. His socks follow next, placing each sock in the respective empty shoe, leaving him in a plain black t-shirt and blue jeans. With the same level of trepidation, he takes off his shirt, exposing his bare chest, also setting it in the chair. To finish, he removes his pants in a similar manner, leaving the piece complete: He stands in the princess’s room wearing naught but boxers. Her Majesty herself, still lying down on the bed, gives a light hum of pleasure to encourage him.
“I don’t know what you were so worried about, Nonny,” she says quietly, in a near whisper, “you look like quite the snuggler underneath all that clothing.”
“Th-thanks,” the nervous human responds, “I’ve never been this naked in front of a girl before.”
“Oh, you’re just so sweet,” she chuckles, before shuffling underneath the covers, peeling back just enough blanket to allow him in, “now come here and let your princess keep you safe.”
That’s exactly what he does. Inching closer to the bed, he anxiously raises himself up to climb into the very comfortable bed, nestling underneath the soft blankets and right into the arms of the princess, his back against her chest allowing her to wrap her hooves around him and hold her little spoon close and comfy.
“Oh my word… this is heavenly, Your Majesty,” he whispers, blushing even deeper (if that were at all possible). “I have never been this close to anyone in my life.”
“And I’m so happy to be your first, Nonny,” she chuckles in her typical motherly, mature demeanor, rubbing his chest and shoulders with her hooves and patting his head gently, continuing, “of course, while you’re here in Equestria everypony may ask to cuddle with you, and you may ask to cuddle with them. You are perfectly free to do that, you know, the ponies in Ponyville especially love being snuggled, being petted, having their manes brushed…” she trails on, her voice becoming slower and slower as she deliberates her word choice to play with her close friend like putty in her grip. “But despite all that, no matter how many ponies you choose to snuggle with,” she says in a soft voice, before leaning her face very close to his ear, leaving goosebumps on his skin,
“You will always be mine.”
“You… you really mean that, Your Majesty?” he quietly stammers, so overcome by loving and joyful emotion he finds it hard to speak, but playing into her teasing. “I’m all yours and no one else’s?”
“Hmhmhm, that’s right. You will be all mine when you come back to Canterlot. Now tell me Nonny, how does it feel to be snuggled by the princess of the sun?”
Feeling very warm in both body and soul in her presence, it’s now his turn to share his love poetry and pillow talk: “Well, Your Majesty… I feel vulnerable here in your presence, but also safe and protected. Like when I’m here with you… there’s nothing that will ever get between us, and that you’ll keep me safe forever.”
“That’s right, sweetie.”
“Except maybe breakfast.”
Princess Celestia laughs at his response, returning the favor and playing into his hand. “Hmhmhm, I do love my breakfast. Especially pancakes. I know you love them just as much, you cuddly human.”
The human swoons and turns around, leaning forward into her embrace, his head nuzzled up against her neck.
“You got me there. You know, there’s always something I wanted to try… I would love to just give you a big hug and rub my arms up and down your back, but once again, I’ve never done this before, so please don’t hate me if I don’t do a good job.”
“Please, Nonny, be my guest.”
Still feeling uncertain, he airs the rest of his thoughts, leaning in even closer and wrapping his arms around her strong body, rubbing his hands up and down her neck, petting and scratching, causing her to hum happily. “It’s not just the fact that this is my first time snuggling anyone, it’s also the fact that… well… you’re not human. I always feel worried when I hold dogs or other animals since I don’t know their anatomy well. I never know if what I’m going to do would hurt them.” He’s absolutely right, of course. For people who don’t see animals regularly, it can be intimidating knowing how to pet or play with dogs. The last thing anyone wants is to put a limb in a position where it isn’t meant to go.
“I am pleased that you would be concerned for anypony’s sake, but you don’t need to feel worried.” She leans in closer to Anon, shifting in the bed and looking him straight in the eyes, as he raises his hands to pet her head, running his fingers through her majestic, multicolored, ethereal mane. “Did you know I’ve survived laser beams, having my magic drained, being imprisoned inside a changeling pod, and far worse? What could one silly hooman do to me?” She giggles and gently boops his nose, causing him to blush again, leaning in to nuzzle her neck and hide his face. “You know, have you ever thought about… marriage?”
“Oh dear, there’s no way I could, Your Majesty,” Anon responds in a low voice, staying humble. “You must be several levels out of my league, really. Not to mention you’re… basically a goddess, right? You must have lived for hundreds of pony generations, having to see so many ponies close to you grow old, and… pass on and leave you all the same. Marriage is no small decision, and I would hate to do that to you and leave you all alone.” His heartfelt response is punctuated by several seconds of silence, before the princess lets out another chorus of playful giggles, leaving Anon with an ounce of worry that he said something wrong.
“You’re so thoughtful, Nonny, that’s what’s so sweet about you. Another time, perhaps, we’ll discuss who your special somepony will be; a handsome stud like you certainly can’t be expected to remain single for long. All the same, did you know that when I retire, I’ll have all the time in Equestria to snuggle?”
“I suppose that would make sense,” he says, thoughtfully. “But surely there are better things you could do with all your free time than spend it with little ol’ me.”
“Oh, please, you’re far from a burden. Tell you what, sometime soon after then we can go on a delightful vacation to Las Pegasus, how does that sound?”
“…If you’re sure bits would be no object-“
“I assure you, restaurants would be lining up and fighting each other for the chance to serve me on their coin,” she giggles, obviously no stranger to the base interactions of humble, common ponies who run simple, homestyle comfort food restaurants, both in big touristy cities like Las Pegasus or Manehattan and in humble countryside villas like Ponyville. “They’ll take our picture, put it up on the wall, post it in the paper, and for generations they’ll be proud of being the restaurant that served the former princess of the sun.”
The two of them continued their lovers’ embrace, Anon eventually growing more adventurous in his caressing and moving his hand down from her neck, petting and scratching her withers and down her back, moving up and down and tracing a pattern for his alicorn cuddler. He had no plans to caress anywhere near her flank out of a fear of being too forward, and as it turned out his arms were too short to reach there regardless. However, upon scratching just the right spot on her back near her wings, she groans in pleasure and unfolds them, as her groan quickly turns into a giggle, reaching her top wing over Anon and giving him one more blanket to add to their cuddle pile.
“I don’t want to lose this, Celly. I don’t want this to end,” he chokes out, nearly crying tears of joy mixed with his immense satisfaction. It was as if, in this very moment, a prayer he had never consciously made was answered by his white-furred guardian angel. It felt as if a deep yearning of his soul was awakened (and partially answered), not unlike the nostalgia he would feel upon seeing a favorite childhood object once again.
“Oh, Nonny…” Celestia sighs and hums comfortingly to Anon, hugging and holding him tightly with both hooves, resting her head on Anon’s and cuddling him as close as possible, kissing the top of his forehead, “you have no idea how happy snuggling you is making me right now. When everycreature in the world either worships you, or sees serving you as a duty, you can see how it’s been so long since I was able to snuggle. Perhaps even longer than you’ve been alive,” she jokes, lightening the emotionally loaded scene, and Anon can’t help but laugh. She continues to hum, calming down the emotionally active human.
“I guess we both needed this tonight, huh?”
“I guess you’re right.” She giggles. “But don’t you think we’ve been awake for too long? I feel that Luna’s domain is drawing over us.”
“Can we do this again sometime?” Anon asks, his final question of the night.
“Of course we can, my little Nonny.”
“Goodnight, Your Majesty,” he exhales in relief, closing his eyes for the last time that night.
“Goodnight, Nonny,” she responds in kind, wrapping her hooves around him as he nuzzles up against her chest, as they both surrender to the world of dreams.
Anon and Celestia would think about this night for weeks until Celestia had the chance to invite Nonny back to her bedchamber to cuddle and sleep again. While any old pony could give a hoe off the streets a hooffull of bits for the night and satisfy the base urges of the body, it would do nothing to sate their soul, essentially being no more fulfilling to entertaining themselves alone. However, through having their hearts bared and shared with each other, both fully vulnerable, this lovely night provided both Anon and Celestia with nourishment for their souls, as they would experience for many moons to come.
Author's Note
This is my first time writing a cuddle story, so please let me know how I did! (Lots of the details are originals from my own mind, me trying to describe what I personally would say if I were to cuddle Her Majesty.)
Also, what do (You) prefer in your “ponies cuddle human man” stories? Do you prefer them to address the token human as Anon, or by a generic human name? I am still undecided on this topic. On one hand, it feels kinda awkward writing out "Blake" or "Kyle" or "Jaquavious" over and over again for a dude who interacts with the ponies, but on the other hand, I feel like "Anon" is overdone. I dunno just a thought. What do (You) think!
