You are Floor Bored, and you are having trouble focusing on your moonga. Normally, the handsome stallions dressed in concealing, yet tantalizingly revealing outfits is enough to draw you right in, but you have too much on your mind. Also, the equine figure hasn't been doing it for you as much lately, mostly because of a certain cute human, so there's that too. Still, the bigger issue is your nerves for what is to come tomorrow.

When Anon had told you that his boss wanted you to come in with him to see her, you were shocked. Had it not been for Anon preemptively supplying a bag of your favorite junk food right before that, you'd have gone into full-blown panic mode. Needless to say, you stress ate the entire bag before the day was through. After many reassurances from Anon that it wasn't a big deal, and a night spent snuggling on the couch together, you were able to put the meeting from your mind for the rest of the week.

Then today, you brought it up with GramGram, and she told you to punch Anon's boss in the schnoz. "Ain't none of that mare's business what you and Anon feel for each other, and if she tries to say otherwise, you just put her in her place."

You were firmly against the idea, but she insisted, stating that Anon had to see you were willing to fight for him. You're pretty sure Anon doesn't need you to protect him, especially since you're the one usually being protected, but then again, maybe GramGram has a point. Anon's always there for you, so maybe you should show him you can do the same for him when it counts. Maybe not a punch, but perhaps being assertive with her?

"Hey, Floor, you okay?"

You blink your dry eyes, realizing you've been staring at the same spot on the page for who knows how long. "Er, yeah. Why?" you ask, looking up at the human you are currently on the lap of. Sure, there are other bean bags, but it's kind of chilly in the library. What else are best friend's for if not to be body heaters for each other.

"Well," Anon starts. "You haven't turned the page of your moonga in five minutes. And before you claim you're perving out on a cute colt, remember I can see what you're reading."

You look down to see that the page you are on only features teen fillies, and blush. "Right, so, maybe I'm just a little bit distracted thinking about tomorrow."

"Still, huh?" he says, sighing. "Listen, I know I've said it a million times, but-"

"Ms. Index is nice and really just wants to talk. I know," you interrupt. "Still doesn't make me any less nervous."

"You'll do fine," he assures, running his fingers through your mane. "We both will." You smile up at him, and he surprises you with a boop on the nose. "Now, unlike you, I've actually been reading this whole time, and I need a new comic, so if you could kindly move your rump."

"But Anon," you whine flopping back against him. "You're sooo comfortable."

"Come on, ya sloth, up you go."

You make sure to groan and go as limp as possible as he pushes you off his lap and lets you slide down to the floor. "So mean," you accuse, glowering up at him.

He simply rolls his eyes and stands. "You'll have your seat back in a minute." he says as he steps over you. "I just need to grab the next issue of Power Ponies."

"Fine," you huff, standing yourself. "I needed to use the bathroom, anyway." He hums his acknowledgment as he turns down an aisle, and you stick you tongue out at his back. Once he's completely out of sight, you chuckle and start walking yourself.

It's amazing how comfortable you two have gotten around each other. You truly feel like there's nothing you have to hide from him anymore. Especially after you showed him some of your more... risque drawings, and he simply told you how impressive they were. He had even said they were good enough to masturbate to, which had your face absolutely burning for several hours after. You'd have been perfectly okay with him doing just that with your pictures, as long as he let you watch.

As you step out into the center area of the library, you nearly bump into Page Turner, causing the grey mare to jolt back and drop a book. You quickly wipe the goofy grin from your face, along with the drool on your chin with a sleeve while she's busy picking up the book and checking it over frantically for damage.

"Phew, that would have been just awful," she comments after a moment. "This is a first edition."

"Um, s-sorry," you manage, already feeling your heart rate spike as the other mare turns her sight on you. Even if you're comfortable around Anon, you still find it hard to relax around others, and that's especially true for this pony. It's hard not to feel an odd combination of jealousy and fear towards the other mare despite Anon telling you how important you are to him. Page Turner is pretty, smart, and employed while you're just a NEET.

"It's fine," she says with a kind smile. "No harm done. I should have been watching where I was going, anyway."

"Ah, y-yeah," you stammer, then flinch. "Not, like, yeah, you should watch where you're going, but yeah, it's good nothing happened!"

She stares for several seconds, causing you to shuffle your hooves, then laughs. "Don't worry, I understand what you meant. I'm not offended or anything." The laughter dies down and she takes a breath. "So, Floor Bored. You know, I think that was the most you've said to me yet."

"I, ah, I guess so," you mumble, flitting glances over her shoulder towards the bathroom, wondering if it would be okay to make a run for it, or if that would be rude.

"Sorry," she says, expression sobering in response to your discomfort. "I'm not teasing you. It's just an observation. I was a quiet filly myself growing up. Still kind of em on some days. It's why I got a job in the library, after all."

"Right, that... makes sense," you respond, not sure what else to say.

"Mmm," she responds, seemingly in the same predicament you're in.

The moment is becoming more uncomfortable by the second, until finally you attempt to end it. "If you don't mind, I need to-"

"Not to pry, but I noticed-"

"Sorry!"

"Sorry!"

You both clamp your mouths shut at the same time, and you notice the blush coming through her light coat, no doubt matching the one burning your cheeks.

"What was that?" you ask, getting her to shake her head.

"No, no, you were speaking first before I interrupted. What were you going to say?"

"We actually started at the same time, I think," you mumble. "Really, what were you going to ask?"

She waves a hoof and gives an obviously fake laugh. "Nothing, it was stupid."

Despite your introverted nature, you find yourself curious, and press. "No, really, go ahead and ask. I'm not in a hurry."

"Well..." she starts slowly. "If it's not too forward of me to ask. It's just, I noticed when you and Anon came in he was, well, he was carrying you."

Your head lowers some. "You saw that?"

"Ah, yes, right before he put you down."

"W-well, it had just started sprinkling outside, and Anon didn't want to get caught in the rain, so he kind of just... picked me up and ran."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Ponies usually get out of his way pretty fast, and he has long legs, so he was able to get us here before it really started coming down."

"Oh, I see," she says, smiling lightly. "That was nice of him."

You smile. "Yeah, it was." You raise your head. "Was that all you wanted to know?"

"Yes," she answers at first, but bites her lip. "Well, no. I was actually kind of wandering... Are you and Anon... dating? I'd ask him, but it'd be kind of awkward if the answer was no." She gives another of those fake chuckles. "It's pretty awkward now, actually."

Yes. You wholly agree with the mare. This is really awkward. "A-anon and I just really good friends," you tell her. "That's it."

She tilts her head. "Really?"

You're about to say yes, but stop, mind flashing back to what GramGram had said. Fighting for Anon, and what you two might still end up being to each other. Then you think of this mare, who you feared would take Anon away from you, a thought that still creeps into your heart whenever you see her and Anon together.

Squaring your shoulders, you stand with as much confidence as you can muster. "Actually, we're best friends," you correct. "M-maybe even more. We haven't decided yet."

"O-oh," she manages, shrinking back a little. "I kind of figured. You two... you're cute together."

It feels strange, the roles being reversed like this with you standing tall as another pony is cowed in front of you. You're not really sure you like it. "Thank you," you say, smiling lightly. "I really like him."

"Of course you do," she answers, eased by your smile enough to match it. "He's a pretty great guy."

"He is," you agree.

"So, you're thinking about dating?" she asks.

You shrug. "Things are... complicated right now, so it's just not a good time, but later, when things are, you know, less complicated, we're probably gonna give it a shot."

Luckily, Page doesn't pry, nodding. "I see. Well, I hope things work out between you two."

"Thanks." You peak back over her shoulder, shuffling in place. "Um, it was nice talking to you, but I need to use the bathroom."

Her eyes widen. "Oh! I'm so sorry! And here I am bothering you about your personal life." She steps aside and you quickly trot past.

"It's fine," you say over your shoulder.

"It's Kind of not," she responds with a bashful smile. "Thanks, though."

You chuckle at that and slip into the restroom That went surprisingly well. Maybe being assertive really does work? It's a thought for later, though, because you really have to go this instant, or else you'll be walking home in wet underwear. The downside of wearing clothes all the time is the struggle they pose whenever you need to use the toilet.

After the library, Anon and you didn't do much. Seeing as how you had the morning's meeting looming over your heads, you opted instead to take the bus home and enjoy some simple sketching together on the living room floor.

"You okay, Anon?" you ask, glancing at his sheet. "Not trying to be mean, but I thought you were past drawing vegetables instead of ponies."

"It doesn't look like a potato," he defends.

"You're right," you agree. "It looks like a butternut squash."

He frowns and mumbles, "It's supposed to be a giraffe."

You look back at the page and squint. Pointing, you ask, "okay, then what's the fuzzy thing? It looks like that mold that was growing behind the bottom drawer of the refrigerator."

"It's a lion," Anon says defensively, but quickly takes a deep breath and says, "Sorry, I guess I'm a little distracted right now. It's just... was Page Turner acting strange to you when we left?"

Your eyes dart to the side. "Um, I don't think so."

"You sure? Because it felt like she was being, I don't know, more professional, like when I tried to make small talk, and she just kept nodding or humming."

"Maybe she had a lot of work to catch up on?" you offer.

"I don't know," he says skeptically. "The place was dead the entire time we were there, and I remember her mentioning the library being slow on days that were scheduled for rain."

"Maybe... she had a tummy ache?" you try, getting Anon to immediately narrow his gaze at you.

"Floor... Is there something you aren't telling me?" he asks, and you can feel the sweat beading up on your forehead.

"N-no."

"Now that I think of it," he continues. "You were gone an awfully long time when you said you went to use the bathroom. Did you do something to Page Turner?"

"No!" you blurt. "We just talked!"

He tenses, gaze narrowing more. "What did you say? She seemed really uncomfortable."

"Nothing!" you snap, not at all liking his accusing tone. "She asked a question, and I answered it!"

"What did she ask?"

"She wanted to know what we were," you say, blushing. "You know, to each other."

Anon looks surprised. "You mean, she asked if we were dating?"

You nod. "Eventually, yeah."

"... Well, what did you tell her."

Rolling a pencil with the tip of your hoof, you answer, "That we were best friends... and maybe more. I told her that we were thinking about it, which is true, so you can't be mad."

"I'm not..." Anon starts as he runs a hand through his hair. "I'm not mad at you, Floor, I'm just... confused. I mean, why even ask you? I would have told her."

You shrug, relieved that he's not angry. "She saw you carrying me when we came in, and I guess she thought that was something only special someponies do." It probably is, but no need to tell Anon that. You've grown to enjoy it when he cradles you in his arms, and don't want to discourage him from doing it more. You still miss the feeling of his soapy hands running over your wet coat.

Pushing the thought to the back of your mind for later in your room, you say, "Is it a big deal? If we did ever start d-dating, well, she'd figure it out, anyway, so..."

"I know, I know," he says. "It's just awkward, is all. It was for her, judging by the way she acted, and now it's going to be hard to talk to her next time we go to the library."

"Who knows? Maybe she'll be back to normal by next week," you say, hoping to comfort your friend.

"Yeah, maybe," Anon agrees. "If anything, it's not worth worrying over right now, especially not when we have the meeting to think about."

"Tell me about it," you agree, laying your head down on your drawing. "Or maybe don't. Just thinking of that still makes my stomach flip."

"Hey, don't-"

"Don't worry," you interrupt. "Your boss is nice and just wants to talk. I know, Anon. Still doesn't mean I'm not nervous."

He smiles sympathetically. "Well, it'll be over tomorrow, and then you won't have to stress about it anymore." He looks at the clock. "It's a bit early, but we could probably hit the hay now. Just means we can wake up a couple hours before we need to leave the apartment. Want to call it a night?"

"I've been going to bed earlier, but I'm not going this early," you say dryly. "Besides, those carrot dogs hardly filled me up, and I'm not going to bed on an empty stomach."

"I'm pretty sure going to bed on a full stomach is supposed to cause nightmares," Anon quips.

"Good," you respond. "I still haven't met Princess Luna, anyway, and having a nightmare means I have better chance."

Anon barks a laugh at that. "That's an interesting way to look at things. Okay, we'll eat, then sleep. You want to cook your GramGram's quiche?"

"Does Celestia like cake?"

"Actually, yeah, she does. I remember it being served with every meal when I stayed at the castle," Anon says conversationally. "I honestly don't know where she put it all."

"Huh... Always thought that was just an old saying." You shake your head and stand. "Whatever. The answer is still yes. I call chopping duty!"

"Find by me. It's harder to cut off fingers when you don't have them in the first place."

"Score one for hooves."

"Still got ten other reasons why hands are better," Anon says, wiggling his fingers at you.

Instantly, you catch the glint in his eye and take a step back. "Anon... I know what you're thinking."

"And yet, you're not running," he drawls, standing up while a smirk pulled at his lips. "It's almost as if you want it."

"Anon," you try again. "The cooking-"

"Can wait," he declares, suddenly lunging forward. "Come here, pony! I'm gonna tickle you senseless!"

You yelp, but don't make it a single step before he's on you, his fingers wriggling under your hoodie and going straight for your weak spots.

"No!" you wail right before being sent into an uncontrolled giggle fit. "Not my belly!"

"Oh? Then I guess I'll tickle here!" His finger dance under the pit of your forelegs, getting you to spasm even more.

"Evil!" you gasp between laughter. "Y-you're evil! M-my lungs! They're going to-to pop!"

Anon's fingers stop. "Oh, well, we don't want that," he says casually, sitting back and resting his hands on his thighs. "I guess we're done."

You lie there, panting heavily, an occasional giggle still escaping your lips as your head lulls to look at the human. After nearly a minute without him continuing his assault, you cave. "Okay, maybe you're not completely evil."

He raises a brow. "What was that? I thought my tickling was going to make your lungs pop."

"I could handle a few more minutes," you tell him, lifting your sweater to expose your belly, blushing heavily.

He smirks. "You're a sucker for tickles, you know that, Floor?"

You blush harder and pout. "Just rub my belly already, you tease."

He laces his fingers and cracks them. "You asked for it. One appetite building tickle treatment coming up. That quiche is going to taste great after this."

He really knows you too well. Something you both discovered a few days ago is that a lot of laughter makes you super hungry for some reason. Ever since, he has sneaked at least one tickle attack in each day before a meal, usually right before insisting on something extra healthy to round out your diets, knowing you'll be too famished to refuse. You'll have to be on guard while cooking to make sure he doesn't try to skimp on the butter and cheese, but for now, you enjoy the tickles and laugh like a manic.

Life is good.

You are a stinky, scraggly NEET, scrawny and unwashed as you cower before the intimidating mare sitting behind her impossibly tall desk. She's immaculately clean, white from her coat, to her mane, to even her clinically sharp suit. She looks like the evil head of some nefarious corporation, and she's Anon's boss.

Said human stood beside you, spine straight and hands clamped behind his back, offering no comfort as the mare scowled at you and spoke. "So, you're Floor Bored, the NEET so incompetent she couldn't even kill herself right."

You shrink back, biting your lip to resist crying. The lump in your throat prevents you from answering, and the mare continues. "And now you intend to drag Anon down to your level. Pinning him with pity and keeping him as your own servant."

"What? No! I'd never-!" you try to defend, but Anon cuts you off.

"Don't deny it, Floor," he says, voice tight and filled with all the hurt that's shining in his eyes. "My boss has made me see the truth. That you're just using me to feel better about your own life. That's why you chased Page Turner away. You don't want me to leave and be happy. You want me to stay with you and never go anywhere." His gaze becomes angry and feels as if it's literally burning you. "You want me to be a worthless NEET. Just. Like. You."

"No! Please, Anon, that's not true! I-I want you to be happy-!"

"We both know that's a lie," interrupts the white mare. "And as Anon's boss, it's my job to make sure he's doing his job, and he can't do that with you trying to ruin his life. That's why, after today, you'll never see him again."

"NO!"

"I'm sorry, Floor, but I'm just better off without you," Anon says, turning his back on you.

"Anon! Please! It's not true! I-I love you!" You try to follow after him, but it's as if you're stuck to the chair you're in.

"Such a liar," tsks the white mare, shaking her head. "Today has made it all too clear. You are an awful pony, Floor Bored. You don't deserve Anon. You don't even deserve bits, you worthless NEET! You belong on the streets like the rest of the garbage!"

"Please," you whimper, covering your face. "Anon, p-please come back."

"Still begging?" sneers the mare. "You deserve-!"

"Silence!" a new voice screams as a blue hoof comes crashing down through the white mare, cutting her in half from head to tail and dissolving her body into dust. "You shan't speak another ill word of our subject!"

You stare wide-eyed at the large mare frowning angrily at the now empty spot behind the desk. She snorts hotly, then turns those blazing green eyes towards you.

You press your back against the chair, fearing that you're about to get the same treatment as Anon's boss, but the mare's eyes turn soft and she lets out a rush of air. "Sorry, citizen, I meant not to scare you," she says smiling. "I am Princess Luna, and I've come to rid you of this nightmare."

"Y-you're Princess Luna?" you stutter. "This is a nightmare?"

"Indeed," she answers, brushing aside the desk like a house of cards before stepping towards you. "And quite the vicious one at that. I... understand what it's like when ones own mind begins to attack your self worth, but I've long since learned to shut out those voices, and listen to my loved ones instead."

She reaches out to you, and you numbly hold out a hoof for her to grab. With a tug, she frees you from the chair, and you find yourself clumsily standing before her, looking up to meet her gaze. "My loved ones?" you ask.

She nods. "Yes, I've found that they tend to be quite honest about these matters. Surely you can say the same yourself, yes? What is it those who love you think of your worth?"

You think of your GramGram and her love for you, as well as Anon, the real one, and smile. "Yeah... I guess you're right," you say softly. Thinking of your GramGram, you remember her old lectures on manners, and add. "I'm Floor Bored, by the way."

Her smile widens. "It's a pleasure, and of course I'm right," she says cheekily. "I am a princess, after all."

"Heh, you are," you say, chuckling. "I guess Anon and I are gonna get to say I told you so to each other in the morning."

The princess raises her brow. "Anon?"

"Um, yeah, he's my friend," you explain as you rub at the back of your neck. "See, he said that going to sleep on a full stomach would give me nightmares, and I said that was a good because it meant I'd have a chance to meet you." You shrug. "And now we're both right..."

"Anon the human?" Luna asks again, then her expression becomes even more confused, and even a little suspicious. "Wait, you wished to meet me? Why?"

Flustered, you say, "B-becuase, you're the best princess?"

"I am?"

"Well, I think so," you mumble, then look confused yourself. "You know Anon?"

"Of course," she answers. "He stayed in the castle for quite some time when he first arrived in Equestria, though our interactions were limited to the early morning when he and Celestia had breakfast, and I my dinner after a long night." She points a hoof at you, "You think I'm the best princess?"

"Um, yes?" you say again. "I mean, I've always been sort of a night owl, you know. Even with Anon trying to get me to go to bed earlier." You blush, and add. "Plus, there's that rumor, about, you being a, um..."

"A what?" she presses. "What is it my subjects think of me?"

"A gamer," you force out, eyes clenched. "I know it's stupid. You're a princess, after all. I'm sure you do way cooler things, like going to balls and traveling the world."

"Is that all? For a moment, I feared perhaps you were one of those Nightmare Moon worshipers believing me an usurper in waiting," she says with an easy smile and roll of her eyes. "I've had quite a time convincing those misguided citizens of the truth, that my sister is not, in fact, an evil tyrant hiding behind a mask of benevolence, and that I do not seek to dispose of her and take the place of Equestria's monarch."

She points a hoof at you. "Luckily it hasn't been hard to track them down as they have been intentionally inducing nightmares in themselves in a attempt to meet me. 'Tis why I was worried for moment when you claimed to do the same." She grins suddenly, and adds, "And as for me being a gamer, I can tell you that those rumors are indeed founded in reality."

You blink. "You're... you're really a gamer?"

She puffs up her chest. "Indeed, little one, and quite a skillful one at that." she leans in and continues conspiratorially. "You might even know me as my alter ego, Selene."

Your brow furrows as the name tickles at a memory, then it slowly dawns on you. "Wait... Selene, the famous streamer and game reviewer?" she nods proudly, and your eyes widen. "Is that how you get access to all the latest games and gaming gear before it comes out?! Every pony just thought you had connections in the industry!"

"Partially true, for who has more connections than a princess?" she asks. "I also happen to be quite close with Equestria's own R&E division." Her eyes shine as her voice becomes eager. "Oh, the marvels they're crafting thanks to Anon's cellular device! The power of a computer in the frog of your hoof! The technologies adapted from that little miracle are going to revolutionize the gaming industry!"

"Wow..." is all you manage for a time. "Anon said the stuff humans have is advanced, but I guess I didn't realize by how much."

"I can only imagine what their own video games look like," Luna says dreamily, then shakes her head. "Alas, we've talked long enough on the topic of electronic entertainment. What brought this meeting on is of more importance."

"Oh, right," you say, shoulders sagging as you kick a hoof. "It's nothing, really. I'm just nervous about a meeting tomorrow with Anon's boss. It's a long story."

"We have time," the princess prompts patiently.

You bite your lip and look up into the alicorn's eyes, planning to tell her not to worry, but when you only see genuine honesty and kindness, the words die on your lips. And that's how you find yourself spilling your guts to one of Equestria's princesses, from the sorry state of your life before you met Anon, to how he's been helping you piece the shambles of it back together, to even your feelings for him and what they've led to with this meeting.

As you speak, the princess does not interrupt, instead moving to sit beside you, wrapping a large wing around your shoulders when you voice sticks in your throat, waiting patiently when tears threatened to spill down your cheeks.

"What if it's true?" you ask as you finish. "What if I am just a burden? He tells me that it's not true, but how can that be? Even without a cutie mark, Anon is such a wonderful person. H-he could do better than me. C-could be doing better without me. Any pony could see that, even his boss, and when she does, won't she want to help him? I'm just dragging him down."

Luna pulls you tighter to her side and leans down to nuzzle you, much to your surprise. "You doubt yourself too much, Floor Bored, and measure your worth incorrectly. By your own words, as disparaging towards yourself as you try to make them, it is plain to see that you bring much joy into both Anon's, and your grandmother's lives. Do you truly think they seek material gain or favors from you? No, they need only for you to be in their lives for you to bring them joy."

"But they do the same for me," you argue. "And more. Compared to that, I hardly pay them back at all for their love and for accepting me despite being, well... me."

Luna sighs, sitting up straight and staring skyward. "Someday, Floor, you'll learn that love and affection are not things to be kept score of. Comparing what you give or receive to those around you... It leads only to self-loathing and envy." She looks down at you with a sad smile. "But such a lesson comes with time, and for now all I can ask of you is to trust me when I say that you are enough as is. If you truly believe that you receive more than you are due and are not repaying that kindness, then there is nothing for it than to improve. Become better every day and strive to give Anon and your grandmother as much love as you can."

Her smile becomes warmer as she nudges you. "You've already started down this path, yes? I have no doubt that in no time at all, you will find yourself a mare worthy of the love of those around around you."

Staring wide-eyed at the alicorn, your mouth hangs slightly agape. A literal princess is telling you that you aren't an utter failure of a pony. More than that, she's telling you that you can actually be some pony worth something. Anon and GramGram have said similar things before, but it's been hard believing that they weren't perhaps simply doing it out of some form of obligation.

But this is Princess Luna, Shepherd of the Moon, co-ruler of Equestria, and immortal alicorn who will still be around long after you are buried and forgotten by the world. She owes you nothing, doesn't know you, and certainly has nothing to gain, and yet still she says she believes in you.

When the tears come this time, you don't fight them, a low wail slowly building in your throat as you lean your head against her broad chest. She doesn't say a word, merely wrapping her wings around you and rubbing small circles into your back with a hoof as you cry.

It should be embarrassing, making a complete fool of yourself in front of the one who has quickly become your idol, but you can't stop crying, and when it runs its course, you feel a lightness throughout your being that prevents you from really regretting it.

"Sorry," you manage as you sniffle, pulling away to wipe at your eyes. "That was foalish."

"It was nothing of the sort," she answers immediately, tilting your chin up with the tip of her hoof for you to see the warm smile still there. "You think I've not cried before? We all need to let out our emotions once in a while, or else they build up and become poison for the soul. Your tears were a healthy release."

"Still, I got your coat all wet," you mumble, eying the stain on her chest and wincing. That's a lot of snot.

"Nonsense," she says with a dismissive wave of her hoof. "Do not forget that we are in a dream, after all." She waves again, this time over the mess you left, causing it to vanish. "I can even clean you up," she continues with a smirk, and suddenly, your face feels dry.

"Wow, thanks," you say, getting her to laugh a little.

"I would hope I could do this much, or else my title of the Mistress of Dreams would hardly be appropriate." Her expression calms some and she asks, "So tell me, Floor Bored, do you still fear the meeting that awaits you in the morning?"

You think about it a moment, then nod. "Yeah, but not as much as it did. I... I think I can handle it, now."

"I'm glad," she says. Her ears flick and she looks to the side, eyes narrowed. "It seems, though, that there are others still in need of my assistance this night."

"Go," you say, smiling up at the princess with no small amount of admiration. "Help them like you did me."

"I will," she answers confidently, looking back down at you. "Goodnight, and may your rest be peaceful." She stand and turns away, but pauses. "I hope we meet again soon, Floor," she says over her shoulder. "Either in this realm, or the waking one, but until then, enjoy this gift. A lucid dream to do with what you please. Have fun."

"A lucid dream?" you start, but she's already gone. Looking around into misty void, you ponder what she meant. Well, you are aware you're dreaming, and haven't woken up yet, so you guess that must mean you can control this dream, now. Scrunching your muzzle in focus, Anon suddenly appears in front of you. Or, at least a dream version of him.

"Hi, Floor!" he chirps, smiling brightly, all innocent and cute. You feel your cheeks grow warm as you bite your lip, both ashamed and aroused at what you are planning. With another mental flex, the man before is suddenly in nothing but those kinky boxers of his, the expression on his face heated and hungry. "Hello, Floor," he says, voice deep and sensual.

You squeak as he sweeps you up in his big, strong arms, then tosses you down upon a giant, fluffy mattress before following to land above you, braced up on his palms. "Anon~" you breath right before he catches your lips in his and pulls you against his chest.

Oh yeah, Princess Luna is definitely best princess.

Author's Notes:

Phew! I pretty much wrote the entire dream sequence in the last two days as it came to me, so hopefully it's not awful.
This chapter, to contrast the last one, is completely from Floor's perspective, if you somehow failed to notice, but I'll be going back to alternating perspectives in the chapters to come.
Anyway, for the art of this chapter, there's a bit of a treat. An entire new story by ScraggleMan with accompanying pictures!

Here's the first image, but the story continues, and quite spookily, I might add, on derpibooru with more pictures.
Start reading here:
https://derpibooru.org/1911509