Summer's Dream

Mystique moaned quietly as her head hung off the counter in the cafe, her eyes closed, a look of complete bliss on her face. She was laying on her back, her forelegs tucked to her chest, between the register and the pastry case. There was not a lot of room, yet she was quite comfortable. The cause for this was her lover. She was paying quite a bit of attention to Mystique's right teat, at the moment. She discovered the perfect amount of pressure to hold Mystique's nipple, hard enough the mare couldn't easily pull away, yet not painful. And the things she was doing with her tongue. Flicking her nipple left to right, up and down, rolling in circles. Mystique was in heaven, and she didn't want it to stop.

Her lover pulled her nipple gently, before letting it slip from her mouth. Mystique gasped, then moaned sadly as the cool air brushed over her. Just as a whimper started her left nipple was quickly pulled into the other mare’s mouth. Mystique’s whimper turned into a gasp of delight. “Ooooh, please don’t stop,” she sighed. Mystique felt the soft underside of the mare’s hoof caress her now neglected right teat. This was too good to be true. Mystique was playing out one of her fantasies. Her lover taking her right on the counter that she served customers. It made her feel so daring, and naughty.

*Please tell me I’m not dreaming,* she thought to herself. She cracked an eye open to check the front door. She could see it was still locked. The curtains over the window were shear enough that if somepony were to look closely they would be able to see her. She grinned at that thought. Her marehood twitched then, allowing a dribble of her arousal to slowly trickle down.

“I must be dreaming,” she moaned, “Honey, please stop teasing me!” she let out a huff in exasperation.

The other mare place a hoof on her flank. Tantalizingly close, yet still no where near where Mystique wanted her to focus. With a groan that was a mixture of arousal and frustration she started to sit up.

“I wouldn’t do that, yet, Mystique,” another mare whispered in her ear. Her warm breathe tickling Mystique’s ear, causing her to flick it.

Mystique stopped, her eyes flying open. She looked around, wondering where the voice came from. There wasn’t anypony else there from her upside down view. Then she realized her lover had stopped. With a frown Mystique sat up. Her lover was gone. *What?* she thought. “Honey?” she called out. Climbing off the counter, she walked to the door separating the front and back. Pushing it open, she stuck her head in. “Sweetie, where did you go?” Mystique quietly whimpered.

She climbed the stairs to her home. She was starting to feel cold. All the wonderful warmth from early was bleeding away, leaving her cold inside. She reached the landing, looking down the hall way. To her left was her bedroom and bathroom. On her right was her combination living room and dining room, with the small kitchen just beyond that. The bedroom door was closed, so she didn’t think her lover was there. *Maybe she snuck up to the kitchen,* she thought.

She suddenly shivered, as if a cold wind blew over her. With a slight whine she made her way into the living room. There wasn’t anypony there, the couch empty, as well as the small table in front of the window that she would eat. Often alone. *Don’t think about that,* she thought to herself sternly. *She’s up here. She has to be!*

Mystique stuck her head in though the archway into the kitchen. Nothing. Completely empty. She choked for a moment, a single tear sliding down her cheek. She felt even colder inside. *Where was she!* she screamed internally. “It’s not fair!” Mystique said heatedly. Turning around, she stalked back to the hallway.

Staring at her closed bedroom door, her emotions a mixture of anger and despair. Her lover left her. She had to have snuck out. If she was in the bedroom the door would be cracked open. An invitation to come to bed and join her. *Unless she’s hiding in there as a surprise,* she thought. With a renewal of hope, she cautiously approached the door. Lighting her horn, she turned the doorknob. The door swung inwards with ease, revealing the well lit bedroom. Her empty bedroom. Nopony was there. She had no closets, just a dresser, bed, and two nightstands.

With a cry, Mystique fell to the floor. Her shoulders shaking as she sobbed into her hooves. *She left me! What did I do?* she asked herself. Her tears continued to run down her cheeks, soaking into her coat. The coldness she had felt earlier was now freezing in her core. Her heart felt like lead. She choked on the lump in her throat, raggedly drawing air into her lungs as she continued crying.

The cafe was still. The only sounds were Mystiques sobs. “I don’t want to live anymore,” she barely whispered. It sounded like a shout to her ears, echoing off the walls and back to her. She laid her ears back, squeezing her eyes shut. Her words felt like razor ice, slicing at her heart. Her body went limp, as she gave up and let heart wounds bleed. They always hurt. She was never good enough to stay with for long. They always left her, and it was always her fault. They never said it to her face, yet because they wouldn’t say why they were leaving was evidence enough for Mystique. It had to be her fault. It was something she did. She was too clingy, or always bothering them. Another slice to her heart. *Just give up, Mystique,* she thought, *Just give up, go to sleep and never wake again.*

Through the silence, broken only by her ragged breath, her tears now silent yet still streaming, came a distinct sound. The sound of fine china tapping into each other. Mystique ignored the first time.The second time her ears perked up, swiveling to the stair way. When no other sound came, she sighed. *Just my imagination.*

Distinctly a third time of the sound of a cup meeting saucer, between being placed on a table downstairs. With a frown Mystique shakily got up. She didn’t want to deal with any other ponies. She just wanted to go to sleep. Maybe she would be lucky and the heartache would be enough that she wouldn’t wake up. She’d never be a burden to anypony again.

She made her way downstair, plodding slowly. Why couldn’t they leave her alone. The shop was closed. There shouldn’t be anypony else there. It was just supposed to be her. Alone, like always. She felt so cold right now. She never noticed the light being swallowed behind her. She failed to see that she was in a small pool of light, much like a moon beam, as she stepped off the stairway.

Mystique turned to the dining room with a sigh. She really didn’t feel like dealing with this, or anything for that matter. As she looked up she noticed that all the tables were gone, save one. She dropped to her haunches. Sitting at that lone table, drinking a cup of tea, was none other than Princess Luna.

Luna set her cup down on the saucer, turning her gaze to Mystique. Her eyes were filled with compassion, and a hint of sadness. “Mystique, dear, we need to talk,” she said with a knowing, yet sad, smile.