A/N- 1st attempt at 1st personperson, if it seems odd its cause she's imagining the other pony
"Dear princess celestia, its been over a year and I still can't bring myself to tell her how I feel, every book I've read, every instruction on how to approach a mare you care about.....my stomach twists up, my words lock up in my throat and my hooves carry me as far away as I can gallop. Her smile lights a fire in my heart that would put the fire in your sun to shame, her energy making me want to dance and sing till my hooves give out, the way she look when she's cooking and when she gets a bit of frosting on her nose when she eats a cupcake-"
The wood was hard and cool as it came into contact with my face. It seams that I couldn't even ask for help without going in a tangent on how much she ment to me. The sound of the quill still scratching away caught my attention, odd the spell was a verbatim one for quick notes. The sudden face-desk must have pushed the spell into reading subconscious monolog instead, I'll have to note that later. "Creamy frosting slathered over her-" nope! Nope! Nope! I couldn't think of that now no matter how my wings protested, a long sigh escaping me as I threw this new ball of crumpled paper at the mountain I had created. The new addition causing an avalanche of others, a mocking snow fall of attempted letters burying me under its tide of failure. I shook my head clearing the daydream image, technically a night dream? The sliver of Luna's moon told me that I've been at this for much longer then I had wanted to. In answer to the time a yawn decided to echo across the quiet library. "I could make another pot of coffee" one look back at the overflowing trash bin made me grimace at the thought, the battle between more failed letters or sleep was becoming a one sided push as I found my hooves carrying me to my bed, another yawn blurring my vision as I flopped down, the night was too warm for blankets. creamy frosting slathered all across her this time it was the pillow that caught my face as I tried to bury the thought. Ok it wasn't that bad, the image of her being covered in whip cream was pleasant but just the fact that I couldn't even write about her without thinking of her covered in some baking confection, having slipped and spilled flower all across her coat or maybe a fresh batch of cupcakes, painting her in poke a dots of blues and greens or maybe something sticky like honey.... A quick look around reminded me that spike was off with pipsqueak again, they had been spending quite a bit of time together lately, I guess it was nice having somepony else who was new to ponyville to share that sense of common ground. I couldn't stop the grin from stretching ear to ear as I reached a hoof between my legs. Shivering as my wings stood on end. Wing boner! They were still awkward but fluttershy of all ponies had told me how sensitive they can me when "taking care of your special bunny" the wink after leaving no doubt as to what she was talking about. Hesitantly I reached my other hoof back, a gentle brush against my stiff wigs sent a shiver running to the tips of my hooves, the freedom of the empty library allowing me a soft moan, I could feel my cheeks burning as I stroked again, imagining her hooves on my sensitive wings instead of mine. Her gentle laugh as she stroked up the spin of my wing. I shuddered as "she"hoovied between my legs. I gasped as our eyes met, the sly look in her eyes as she brings a damp hoof to her lip, her tongue lapping at her treat "mmmm frosting"
I could fell her hot breath against my neithers, teasing me as my plot was raised to the world, "please!" I couldn't help but beg as I knew she was grinning from behind me, moving her lips to a fraction of an inch before my now rather wet plot. My body was melting like hot chocolate as I felt her soft pink mane brush my inner thigh, I was about to beg again when she dove in. Her tongue working better than any book could explain, every place being hit at just the right time, she knew just where to push, where to poke to bring me closer and closer to the top of the hill. I couldn't help shivering as her giggles made her lips vibrate as she struck home on my button. "OH CELESTIA YES!" Sparks shot from my horn strobing the room in light. Again I heard her giggle following me as I drifted higher and higher into the clouds of my self induced after glow.
I was panting when I came back down from the stars that filled my vision, it felt like I was hauling boulders as I brought my hoof back from under me, its surface slick and shiny. A thought moved past my general information containment process to drive me to tasting it, I was indeed sweet. "Oh cup cake, one day I'll tell you how I feel, carrot cake can't keep you from me forever."
It was a clearing of a throat that shocked me to my core, centuries past in the few seconds it took to look behind my raise plot. A slackjawed pip hoof in claw with a crimson cheek spike stood at the top of the stairs staring at my dripping plot. Nothing came to mind, I was petrified as each moment ticked by. It was spike who recovered enough to speak up. "For-forgot m-my t-t-tooth brush"
