>It is a beautiful summer day.
>A gentle breeze blows away the heat, as the Sun shines from the clear azure above, bathing the earth in it's rays. 
>You are sitting on the ground and looking up.
>Marveling at Celestia, frolicking in the sky.
>Sometimes she propels herself forward with energetic flaps of her huge white wings.
>Sometimes her wings are almost still, but she nevertheless glides forward, seemingly without losing even a bit of acceleration.
>She does loops, inward and outward, her multicolored mane and tail streams after her like a coloured trail behind the stunt plane.
>She does lightningly fast paces above you, followed by long acclivous climbs which, in turn, are followed by steep dives.
>So steep, that you gasp involuntarily.
>But when it seems that it's too late to quell the inertia, Celestia abruptly changes her trajectory and darts back high in the sky, as if the laws of physics are completely optional to her.
>You suspect it's pretty much the case.
>At last, she seems to have had enough and begins her descent.
>She dives down again, approaching the spot where you are sitting, gawking at her, and then extinguishes her momentum with one hard strike of wings.
>Strong gust of wind flattens the grass and fills your clothes like it's some sort of sail, almost making you move back.
>For a second you feel as if a large helicopter is about to land nearby.
>But the gust momentarily flies away and once again there is nothing but a calm gentle breeze around you.
>Celestia touches the ground with all her four hooves.
>She walks up to you and gracefully lowers herself, tucking her legs neatly under her belly.
>"I could use a back rub, Anon."
>She says in her powerful and melodic tone, looking at you with her piercing magenta eyes.
"On it, my Princess!"
>You stand up and mount her.
>She unfolds her majestic wings and spreads them beside herself.
>You marvel how her alabaster-white feathers and pristine coat stand out on a lush green carpet of the meadow.
>You place your hands onto her wide back.
>Her coat is velvety, very warm and pleasant to touch.
>You gently knead her muscles, enjoying the sensation of her flesh under your grasp.
>You go higher, scratching with your nails and then gently pressing your knuckles against the base of her wings, running your touch over her flight muscles.
>After a while you feel strain in your hands.
>How can someone so ethereally elegant be so powerfully built?
>But, she is an embodiment of perfection, a quintessence of beauty. So it's hardly a wonder.
>She grunts, enjoying your ministrations, and stretches her neck, her yes half-closed.
>You begin to massage her withers, gradually moving your hands onto her shoulders.
>Giving them a thorough rubdown, your hands return to the withers.
>Your touch ascends the crest of her swan-like neck.
>You scratch the base of her mane, feeling a slight tingly sensation when you touch her enchanting colorful hair.
>Celestia huffs and shifts slightly under you.
>You lower yourself onto her back and extend your arms in order to reach her head.
>You caress her cheeks and scratch between her ears, as far as you can reach.
>She turns her head, making you to stop and return to your sitting posture on top of her back.
>"Thank you, Anonymous. That was most pleasant." she says softly and gently nuzzles your face.
>Her breath smells like a warm spring day.