Princess Celestia walks past you, her eyes facing forward as she listens attentively to the trio of barons voicing their endless complaints while traveling alongside her. There’s a smile on her face, regal and professional in its forced simplicity. As such, it’s no surprise that none of her guests notice when she slightly unfurls one of her big, fluffy wings and brushes it along your chest as she passes, taking clear effort to maintain contact for as long as possible. When she can no longer reach your human figure, you feel a sense of cold longing deep in your heart.
It’s a rare peek into what Celestia is like behind closed doors. Everypony knows that the sisters in charge of Equestria are excellent at what they do. They’re beautiful, they’re powerful, and above all, they have wisdom that your average pony couldn’t fathom. Naturally, this makes the goings on at Canterlot Castle when eyes aren’t on them a point of curiosity and wonder. Celestia’s fondness for sweets is well known by now, as is Luna’s general propensity for solitude. Everything else is little more than a question to be asked in misleading newspaper headlines.
Top Ten Things the Princesses Do When You Aren’t Looking! Number Seven Will Make You Want to Punch An Infant!
Or something like that.
You, however, never needed to ask such questions. After your sudden arrival in Equestria, the princesses decided to take you under their wings, both literally and figuratively. Something about being in danger without their protection. It was a while ago, you don’t really remember.
Still, the answer isn’t as interesting as the tabloids would have you believe. In truth, being a princess is hard! When they aren’t taking care of their royal duties, they’re usually resting for the following day. That’s not to say they have no hobbies, of course. Celestia is fond of baking and experimenting with spells so powerful your average unicorn would probably get into the most prestigious schools in the country if they could perform even one of them, while Luna is a closeted nerd in every sense of the word. She’s lucky this world doesn’t have PCs, otherwise you’d probably never see her again.
You feel a smile creep across your face as you mindlessly trace your hand over where Tia’s wing just was. They’ve loved and cared for you more than anyone you’ve ever met, and you’re not sure where you’d be without them. Thinking about them makes your heart feel full, and you know deep down that you have a long, happy life with them ahead of you.
“What was that?”
Shoot.
You glance up just in time to feel your body become enveloped in a magical blue aura. A sense of weightlessness overtakes you as you are magically dragged down the hall and around a corner, coming face-to-face with the owner of the voice you just heard.
“Hey, Lulu.”
“Do not ‘hey, Lulu’ me! Did she just lovingly caress you? In front of her entourage?”
“C-come on, Lulu, it was just a little–mmph!”
You feel your neck forcibly craned downward as Luna drags you into her embrace. With practiced ease she removes her regalia and forces your face into her bountiful alicorn chest floof before wrapping her wings around you protectively. She isn’t as large (and doesn’t run nearly as warm) as her sister, but only a fool underestimates the comforting heat of an alicorn’s hug. Last time you did that half of Canterlot burned down.
“I will not be outdone again! I woke myself up just in case she decided to try anything funny, and it appears that I was right to do so! Worry not, beloved. You are safe in my embrace.”
“R-right.”
In a matter of seconds you find yourself magically whisked away to an inky darkness. Of course, despite the fact that you can’t see anything, it’s a comforting blindness. You know exactly where you are, and if your intuition is correct, you can expect your head to hit a pillow in three, two, one.
Yup, there it is.
“You may rest easy here,” Luna coos as she lies down beside you. Your eyes adjust to the darkness just enough for you to confirm that this is, in fact, her royal bedroom. She wraps herself around you once more, with her front legs going around your chest, her back legs wrapped around your groin, and her wings enveloping both of you in a softness only a mare’s feathers could provide. Even her tail gets in on the affection, its mystical form possessively wrapping around your right leg. “Relax, my moonbeam. Luna’s got you. That big scary mare won’t be touching you inappropriately anymore.”
“Lulu, she’s our–”
“Shush.” Her voice is hushed, but still commanding. Through the darkness, you can see her beautiful blue eyes staring lovingly into your own before she leans forward, giving you a chaste, affectionate kiss. “You belong in my embrace, and nowhere else. Except perhaps the realm of dreams, but I suppose I can hold you there just as easily.”
“It’s 3 PM.”
“Is there a better time to cuddle in the dark?”
“Uh, yeah. Bedtime.”
“You would speak of bedtimes with the night incarnate?” You swallow hard, unable to find your words until you hear her giggle. “I’m teasing, love.”
“Oh, thank–”
“But you’re still not leaving.”
“Joy.”
You let out a resigned sigh. Unable to stifle a grin, you return Luna’s affectionate hug, wrapping your well-built arms around her comparatively small form. She might be bigger than most ponies, but she’s still nothing compared to the sexy hunk of meat that is you. Once you’ve got her in your grip, you give her a smooch on the nose.
“Glad you could come around!” She buries her face in your neck, carefully avoiding any unnecessary pokes with her horn. You only make that mistake once. “I was afraid I was going to have to break your kneecaps.”
You only make that mistake once, too.
At the end of the day, the princesses have only two secrets, and the first of these secrets is their blatant addiction to cuddling and physical affection. How lucky you are to be the avenue through which they can explore this strange addiction.
You’re not sure when you feel asleep, but it’s only after a sudden, intense feeling of heat begins to overtake you that you realize something has changed. You still feel the legs wrapped around you, the wings enveloping your entire body, the tail holding onto your leg protectively. You still feel the alicorn floof pressing against your chest as well, but something is different. It’s like there’s significantly more of it, and you can’t help but wonder why Luna is running so hot.
Opening your eyes, you see Celestia smiling back at you.
“Good evening, my sunshine.”
“WAH!”
You instinctively jolt backwards, but her massive wings prevent you from escaping her embrace. She chuckles at your plight before leaning forward and planting a kiss on your lips, not unlike her sister before her. Unlike said sister, you feel her tongue briefly graze your own before she pulls away and gives you a mischievous wink.
“Hope you weren’t planning on going anywhere, my love. The sun has set and brought my duties with it. Now I have you allllllll to myself.”
“N-not that I’m complaining, but how did I even get here?!”
“Oh, I simply stole you away after my dear sister fell asleep. A trivial matter, really.”
“She’s not going to be happy about this.”
“Yes, well.” Celestia tightens her grip on you. Unlike Luna who prefers to bury her face in your neck, Celestia likes to bury your face in her neck. “She’s never happy when I get what I want. Which is you, if that wasn’t clear.”
“...” After a moment, all you can do is sigh. “Love you too, Tia.”
“Oooh, Sunshine~!”
She begins peppering your head with kisses as she gently rubs against you, her floof even floofier than that of her sister. Tia’s a big mare to begin with, but couple that with being the alicorn princess of the sun and you have a recipe for the warmest gal around. So warm that she borders on hot, actually. You’ve seen what happens when you test her patience. Last time you did that half of Equestria burned down.
“Not that I don’t love cuddling and sleeping with you, but I’m gonna get bed sores if I stay here too long.”
“Hmhm, don’t worry. I was planning on treating you to a nice dinner soon anyway. You just looked so cute while you were sleeping that I couldn’t help myself.”
A blush makes its way to your cheeks, but whether that’s due to the milf energy pouring off of her or her body heat finally getting to you, you’re not sure. In either scenario, it doesn’t take long for you to give in to temptation and allow your body to relax. You hold Celestia, the most revered and powerful pony alive, in your arms. You smooch her neck, prompting her to look down at you before you give her a more proper one on her lips. You love her, and you feel loved right back.
In moments like these, you wonder if anything could possibly go wrong.
At least, until you find yourself being yanked backwards. Hard.
“Luna?!”
“Sister, I know not what compelled you to take a sleeping man from the most comfortable position of his life, but you have gone too far!”
“Too far? Little Luna, have you forgotten? The sun has set. It is time for you to resume your duties as a princess. I wasn’t about to leave my little human alone and uncuddled in that dreary room of yours!”
“Do you mean to imply that I would shirk my duties?!”
“It certainly looked like that was the plan.”
“I will have you know that I am more than capable of cuddling him and working at the same time!”
“Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound right now?!”
The sisters continue their shouting match as they sit across from each other on the large, pristine bed. You blink, unable to do much else as you sit between the pair aside from occasionally glancing from one to the other.
“‘Tis not my fault that the Princess of the Sun can’t maintain appearances while cuddling.”
“First of all, that would be wholly unprofessional. Second of all, do you mean to imply that you’re better at cuddling than me? ME?!”
A nonplussed expression spreads across your face as a familiar sensation overtakes you. You find yourself jolted to the side, your head quickly buried in navy-blue floof. Despite how tense the situation is, you nonchalantly bring one hand up to Luna’s neck and begin to stroke it while she wraps a wing around you.
“I suppose I simply have a talent for it.”
“‘Talent?’ Hah!” You’re jolted once again in the other direction, not hesitating to give Celestia a smooch the moment she buries you in her neck and wraps one of her wings around you. “Experience trumps all else, dear sister. Those years you spent on the moon have dulled your sense, not to mention your cuddling skills.”
“How dare you?!”
There’s a tug on your back, but Luna’s magic is unable to overtake Celestia’s all-encompassing hug. You hear her click her tongue behind you, but you know she’s far from done. There’s the sound of shuffling, though you can’t see anything beyond the sea of white fur in front of you. Luna grunts as she puffs out her chest and presses it against the back of your head, sandwiching you between two oceans of soft, fluffy fur.
“Luna, you’re smothering him.”
“If anyone is smothering him, it’s you and your overfluffed chest.”
“H-hey! I’m not overfluffed!” She tilts her head down to look at you, the sudden doubt clear in her voice. “R-right?”
“Mmmmm~” is all you can manage to say underneath all the fur. They are, in fact, working together to smother you, but you’re not about to complain. If this is how you die, then so be it. Valhalla awaits. “Mmm.”
“...He sounds quite comfortable.”
“He can become more so!”
Luna wraps her wings around you, her tail going through the familiar motion of claiming one of your legs.
“So can you!”
Celestia mirrors her, with her own massive wings easily wrapping around both you and her sister. That multicolored tail of hers claims your other leg, and once the two mares wrap their hooves around you, you couldn’t move from the spot if you tried. You are truly buried in a pile of perfect pony princesses who are more than eager to snuggle you and love you until you can take no more.
…But you know that there’s one part missing from this equation.
Somehow managing to free your hands, you hear both alicorns wordlessly vocalize their confusion. You gently caress their shoulders before working your way up to their heads, lovingly running your hands along their cheeks. Then, in one quick motion, you duck, grab the backs of their heads, and gently push them together. In truth, you let go before they would have reached each other. On top of that, they are both more than capable of stopping your efforts. However, they know what you’re doing, and the faint grins on their faces show that they want this too. Without another word, the sisters begin to kiss.
This is the second of their two royal secrets.
The two remain like that for some time, their lips locked together and gentle moans escaping the backs of their throats. When they part, both take a moment to pant before looking back down at you. You can’t hold in your laughter as they turn their attention to you, each picking a cheek to smother in smooches as you wrap your arms around them both. It doesn’t take much to end their arguing, that’s for sure.
Besides, you do this every night.
You flop backwards, bringing the princesses down with you. All three of you share another laugh as your hands and hooves wander, floof mixes with floof, and smooches are evenly distributed by everyone involved. Indeed, the mystery behind the personal lives of the princesses is quite simple: They love cuddling, they love each other, and they love you.
Who could have guessed that a princess pile is all it takes to be happy?
Author's Note
Made for a friend. You're welcome, Scotch. 
