In the morning you found Luna in her normal spot as of late. The sleeping sovereign lying in a slumbering heap on the sofa, no doubt where the exhausted equine had collapsed after a strenuous shift soothing several of her subject’s struggling subconscious’s. The mare failing to make it to her room, instead nodding off where she had taken a seat, leaving the drained alicorn softly snoring as she found herself lost in a well-earned dream after spending a long night hunting nightmares. The mare wriggling slightly as you approached, no doubt stimulated by something in her delightful dreamscape, but this soon passed with a purring exhale, as she returned to her more blissful breathing.

You decided not to wake her, as it seemed a sin to interrupt the alicorn’s serene state with a rude nudge, and you instead decided to let her rest. Your hands gently manipulating the mare into a more comfortable position, as you would hate for her to wake with a crick in her swan-like neck. The mare warm to the touch, as you gradually posed the princess like putty, taking your time with every little movement to ensure that you didn’t wake her. The mare’s attractive anatomy naturally wanting to assume a reclined position on her side, and with only a few tentative nudges you had her perfectly positioned to pick up.

Your hand a calming caress upon her silky flank as her ample figure rolled lethargically over, as you made sure her legs were sufficiently splayed so her buxom boobs were not uncomfortably pinched betwixt her equally thicc thighs your tentative care working and apart from a light jiggle from her plump plot, the mare remained in her snoozing stupor. Not like that surprised you, as in this relaxed state she would be reluctant to rise even if you were actively prodding her with a stick.

Regardless you handled her like the delicate deity she was, and with a few soothing strokes you carefully removed her royal regalia, with a few brisk motions from your articulate fingers. The cold symbols of status a far cry from the peachy pony they were cladding, but soon enough they were neatly placed on the coffee table in an organized pile. You counted the expensive accessories one by one to ensure nothing went astray, as you made sure a crown, collar and a quartet of silver shoes were all properly accounted for. It wasn’t a lot of items, but you know she would fret about them when she awoke, so to save her some stress it was better to be safe than sorry.

With that in order, you turned your attention back to the laid-out Luna, who now stripped of her fleeting garments was more than ready for a toasty bed to wash away the chills of her nocturnal travels. She was a big girl but you would manage, as this was far from the first time you had carried her to her chambers. You cautiously wrapped your hands around her waist, before with an easing pull you hauled Luna out of her entrenched position on the couch and over your shoulder. The movement as tactful as possible, but you could not help but feel your hands sink into her doughy derrière like supple sand. The gentleman in you trying to ignore the goddesses gifted figure, as grasped her gargantuan glutes with the utmost care, before bracing yourself to hold the comatose deadweight of a 600-pound mare.

Your first few steps shaky, but you soon adapted to your shifted sense of gravity, and with a waddling gate you began to escort the dormant equine to her room for some much-needed rest. The reassuring mass of her heavy haunches pressing down on you, and though a few steps were a little wobbly she refused to stir beyond a few mumbling murmurs no doubt birthed from her suddenly shifted orientation. The velvety fluff of her chest resting against your ear like a huggable teddy bear, which pushed back against your cheek with a pleasant firmness, laced with the expensive scent of princess’s perfume. Her plush proportions laced with the lavish fragrance, which gelled with her natural musk just right, though it paled towards the fine features of the mare wearing it. The cologne the cherry on top of the whole inviting scenario, as you wanted nothing more than to nuzzle into the chubby curves of the exquisite equine with a loving hug or reassuring snuggle, well you listened to the monging musings of the well-aged monarch. That could wait though, as for the time being you were more concerned about making it up the stairs without stumbling….

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Princess Luna has had a long night, thankfully a helpful anon is willing to carried the exhausted equine to bed...

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