Title:           Sleepaway Garden
Author:          Slasher_Science
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First Edit:      Monday 9th of December 2013 05:06:38 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 9th of December 2013 05:06:38 PM CDT

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'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~