A Story for Neshe, by Snama
In the velvety rich darkness of this night, only one star shone. She was the North Star, Polaris . . . the lone star of the parallel universe. Alpha Ursae Minoris.
She was white, bright, and alone in the vast and empty sky.
The dark in this universe was not black; it was a deep and beautiful indigo blue. It was not a rich noir like Sinbad, with his glossy jet coat, his full mane long and black, and his matching tail trailing to his fetlocks.
Sinbad. . He was perfectly conformed as though a master artist had sculpted him. Indeed he was sculpted by the greatest master of all: nature. The stallion was regal and sure footed. He never faltered. He owned the ground he walked on. He was Alpha Alogo Majoris. He owned the sky above. Polaris was his own star.
Sinbad loved Polaris. Each night they spent together; her twinkling above, he grazing below. He did not require the words from her. He knew from the way she shone in his universe that she loved him too.
There was a time when this was enough for him; he on his ground, she in his sky.
But, even in the parallel universe, the law of nature rules. Sinbad freely obeyed the calls of nature for he of course was part of it.
On this night, the call of nature came directly through his nostrils and to his hind end. He needed to couple. He needed to procreate.
He needed it, and he set out to do it. Of course, it was Polaris he sought.
He headed out across the valley where he usually grazed peacefully at night under Polaris. He climbed up to the top of the highest mountain at the valley's edge and stood strong at its peak. He had to be closer to her, so he could call her down to him.
His ears pricked, his tail held high, he whinnied out his mating call and it echoed across the valley. It sent waves of desire into the sky.
Polaris heard his call of need. She cared not to resist, for she too was of nature and heard her own call of procreation. Before Sinbad could finish his song of love she had already left the sky.
Although she was known as a bear up above, the moment she alit the earth's surface she transformed into a beautiful white mare.
She whinnied out to Sinbad her own feminine song.
He turned at her call, and together they sang and danced a song of love and nature. They heated each other until they were both fully aflame. Their passion was like none this universe had ever known.
Polaris stood tail high and to the side, ears twisted back nickering to Sinbad a welcome. He approached her and sniffed under her tail and his nostrils flared at her estrus. He rose on his hind legs and rested the weight of his carriage on her back.
With his majestic black stallion action, he entered then thrust into her over and over again. She withstood his fierce penetration with proud bearing.
At the moment of his ejaculation he cried out and heaved into her. He reached down with his head and sunk his teeth deep into her shoulder and she screamed a horse scream which could be heard across the universe.
He blew her to pieces with his coming.
Her gestation period ended as soon as it began. Sinbad gave his blood to the birth of an infinite sky full of white stars through Polaris. But this was not enough for him, for now his love was in pieces across the sky. He needed to join his family.
He galloped full speed across the mountain top and leapt off the edge and into the sky where he surrounded all of the pieces of Polaris with his body of black.
The night sky was no longer a shade of blue holding a single star. It was deep black velvet, the body of Sinbad, alit with the billions of stars Polaris had become.
It was a sky created from the coupling of parallel beings in the parallel universe, Sinbad and Polaris.
We who observe the night sky today call one particular star, the North Star, Alpha Ursae Minoris, “Ursae” meaning bear. Most astronomers believe it is the animal”Bear”. But nature knows the other side; the truth . . . that Polaris did bear.
Polaris bore the stars of Sinbad's blood and passion, and rested in the night sky with their children, enveloped in his deep, dark, endless and protective love.
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