Sleepaway Garden

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6PHgtdxFrY

 

'Seraphic rays shine.

Plush white upon privileged ground.

How I envy grass.'

 

'In the shade she seeks,

My hungry gaze awaits noon.

Sleep away, Princess.'

 

>Under cover of the shrubs, you watch her stretch out upon the ground.

>A quill marks your parchment with a scratching sound.

>The wind changes direction, blowing your hair into your face.

>As quickly as you can, you brush it away to reclaim your view of her resting place.

>She closes her eyes.

>The wind does not affect her mane.

>Her back rubs into the grass and her legs fold against her body.

>In the privacy of her garden, at noon each day:

>Your Princess sleeps away.

>Stress suits her well, like a trying journeys end.

>To melt her troubles, she rests in the shade.

>Her soft smile of bliss makes the voyeuristic guilt fade.

>But if for a moment

>A soft breath in

>Only the sound of wind

>And to an etching of memory, one of countless smiles is committed.

 

'Sleep away, Princess.

Today's stress shall drain away.

Clean sunlit beauty.'

 

 

>Twilight looks over your shoulder.

>You don't voice the thoughts in your mind that this is somewhat rude.

>Long ago you came to an understanding that Twilight Sparkle was not nosey and aware of it.

>She was innocently unaware of her lacking practice of personal space.

>"Your poetry is really pretty, Anon. If I had a guy like you writing the way you do about me, I think I would fall for him right away!"

>You chuckle and set down your quill.

"Thank you. This piece is far from finished though. I can't seem to rightfully convey what I'm thinking with what I have been writing."

>Twilight runs to one of her bookshelves, "I have tons of references here! Would you like a thesaurus? A dictionary? Oh! How about this, it's a scroll containing all of the early pony romantic works!"

>You roll up the scroll containing your work and place it into your bag.

>Getting up, you stuff away some quills and ink.

"No thank you. I think what I really need is to just be outside in the sun. That's where I've been pulling my inspiration from."

>You leave Twilight's library and go to the nearest park, sitting on a bench in the warm sunlight.

>Ponies casually walk along the paths and you immerse yourself in your writing.

 

 

'Gone today, my muse.

The man I pine for in dream...

Why waste my time here?'

 

'I doze in the grass,

A Princess in need of love.

Of Human design...'

 

>Most days, you can feel his eyes gazing upon your body.

>Most days, you can feel the excitement of a younger joy  dance through your veins while the Human, Anonymous, watches you from afar.

>You stretch out in the shade for him.

>Letting the sun tickle your curves for him.

>A sigh with a smile and sprawl your ethereal mane upon the blades of grass.

>All for him.

>His stare, those hazel eyes and slightly parted lips...

>The bated breath...

>Maybe it is vain.

>Your heart thumps as it has not in years.

>You are the Princess of the sun and you are regal.

>So fed into expectations, life has become that of ennui.

>You have become incel.

>The 'exaggerated' trifles of romance have been dashed for eons.

"Until I recieved his gaze..."

>To have the Human, sole being of his race, devote his afternoons to peer nervously from the bushes at your stressed figure...

>T'was bliss.

>A warmth through aged bones that sun could not provide.

>You are a young mare again.

>Experiencing the titillating vibes of her first estrus.

>And upon that field, in the chimera, you bask in unfiltered splendor with the gaze of adoration defacing all stress.

>Yet, today...

>Your Human is astray.

>And you are found wanting in terms of affection.

 

'Come back to me now.

My stress weighs heavy on brow.

How I need your eyes...'

 

 

>Princess Celestia is not in her garden this afternoon.

>Disappointed, you turn away from the bushes and walk back to the path through the wood.

>How troublesome this poetry was to get down on parchment when you could not see your inspiration.

>Paths cross and you absentmindedly walk along.

>There was no point in returning to Twilight's.

>She would only distract you from your work.

>The path takes you to a pond.

>In the serene silence of the wood, a splash of water makes you halt.

>Shuffling behind a tree, you look to the pond.

>Gentle rays of golden sunlight fall upon the white Princess' body.

>She uses a hoof to swill the cool water, then run it through her colorful mane.

>The ethereal halo hangs damp around her countenance.

>Never taking your eyes off of the private scene, you extract your parchment, ink and a quill.

>Celestia sighs and her tail lazily swishes through the water.

>You watch clear droplets run down her flanks.

>Adjusting your stance, you raise the quill to channel your muse.

>A stick snaps beneath your shoe.

>In a moment slowed in time, the Princess looks over.

>Your eyes meet.

 

 

>"Come."

>You cannot hear her single word.

>The command is understood softly whispered from afar.

>Blood races hairpin laps through your body.

>"Come."

>Obeying your Princess, you tentatively step out from behind the tree, leaving your possessions and the voyeurism behind.

>Step by step, you walk on clouds to the waters edge and stop.

>Unseen electricity holds both of your gazes.

>Celestia spreads her angelic wings and walks to you, dripping shining droplets of water from her immaculate body.

>Slowly she comes.

>The sun rays following her through the shade.

>Without a word she halts mere inches from you.

>Her eyes bore into yours, eliciting a hair raising wave of goosebumps to spread down your arms.

>You hold your breath.

>"Touch..."

>Your Princess bows slightly to you, flexing her toned legs and perfect wings.

>Ever so slowly, you reach out.

>And place a hand upon her muzzle.

>Heat of an unearthly nature feeds from her body under your skin, spreading to your core.

>Celestia sighs and closes her eyes.

>You stutter a breath and rub slightly, savoring the silky coat she has washed.

>The birds flitter about, making an ignored racket and the sunlight seems to swell.

>Celestia steps back, eyes half lidded and a lofty smile adorning her face.

>"Come."

 

 

>You remove your clothing, keeping only your shorts on and wade into the water to join your Princess.

>She draws you to the center of the pond, where the sun shines brightest.

>With bated breath, you wait for her command.

>She stretches, arching her back and extending a long wing to you.

>You stare at the neatly aligned feathers.

>"Touch..."

>Bending, you scoop handfuls of water

>And run them over the wing, careful to only barely touch them.

>Looking back at the Princess, you see she looks pleased with her eyes closed.

>Fingers trail through the white feathers, soaking them then realigning them.

>Gaining some courage, you press a little harder.

>Celestia sighs, a gentle and sharp exhale of air that sends a shiver down your spine.

>The warmth of her body wraps you, comforts you and draws you in.

>There is nothing else in the world that could draw away your attention from the Princess of the sun.

>You work her wing until you get to the base.

>"Ah~"

>She pulls in the wing and smiles at you, turning and presenting the other one.

>You blissfully give it the same gentle, caring treatment.

>Once done, Celestia moves around you, sliding her flanks across you as she passes.

>"Now you..."

>She walks to dry land and sits upon a boulder with her wings extended to dry in the sun.

>Her eyes scan your body and your heart pounds.

>Swallowing with difficulty, you remove the remainder of your clothing.

>"Ah~"

>Flushing, you scoop some water and rub it against your slightly sweaty chest.

>You are lost in Celestia's adoring gaze.

>She makes a humming noise almost like purring as you bathe yourself before her.

>Once finished, you walk to dry land as well.

>She folds a wing and beckons you.

>You join her on the boulder and lay against her side, stunned by the immense warmth flowing into you.

>She hums from within her throat while the two of you dry in the sun, drifting into a warm sleep.

 

'Day to day we meet.

In our sleepaway garden.

No one knows of us.'

 

''In the night I dream.

Of the things she lets me see.

In our secret place.'

 

'My muse is her grace.

My Princess will have me there.

And I praise the sun...'

 

 

FIN~