For the One Residing In My Mind

by VelvetHeart

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character, Princess Celestia, Sex, Twilight Sparkle
Length: 2962

When little Twilight Sparkle stumbles on a question, Celestia pulls out all the stops to help her.

This story has an unusual little background: It was, in fact, written by a fan of Where the Mind Roams and is basically a side-story to said tale.

Frutineo offered up his writings for me to post, and so, after some rather heavy-hooved editing by yours truly (sorry!), here's For the One Residing In My Mind; a tale of romance, love, but mostly hot, steamy stallionsex.

Oh, did I mention that yet? Warning, stallion-lovins. M/M, you know the thing.

Published 2012-04-01 08:14:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-01 08:14:02 UTC

For the One Residing In My Mind

For the One Residing in My Mind

By Frutineo

Edited by VelvetHeart

Throw pillows might not have been the standard seats in most pony working environments, but the Princess of the Day, Highness, Goddess and Ruler of Equestria was allowed a bit more leeway in her day-to-day than most. After hours of intense, brain-bending ennui on a hard metal throne listening to the ever-important, yet never-interesting minutiae of the Royal Court, the princess’ tired royal hindquarters would never stand for standing at a desk, let alone sitting.

So her desk was pleasantly low, surrounded by a veritable nest of oft-inkstained pillows. Piles of paper patiently awaited her quill, but the feather, at the moment at least, remained unmoving. Instead, Celestia found herself gazing through her chambers’ open door, counting down the seconds, eagerly awaiting that joyous moment when her favored little student would be out of school and free to talk of all she’d learned.

And there was the little ray of sunshine... with a rather cloudy little face. Flailing in an uncoordinated mass of limbs, the wailing little unicorn rushed through the corridor, past the guards, and smacked into the Princess’ shoulder like a foam cannonball. “I don’ understa-a-a-aaand!” the tiny filly cried, little forelimbs wrapped around one of Celestia’s forelegs, “I’m not your best student anymo-o-ore!”

Celestia sighed, leaning down to calmly nuzzle the tiny little filly between the ears. “Now-now, don’t worry. Every student comes across tough problem once in a while, even the best. Why don’t you show me where the problem lies? Is it math? Don’t worry, I’ll help you. I promise.”

Twilight Sparkle sniffed, snorted, and tried to wipe her nose before awkwardly lifting a book from her saddlebags. A quick search and many flipped pages later, the upset little filly poked a hoof at a short paragraph at the bottom of the page. “H-how? P-princess, I thought I understood everything b-but... This part, I don’t!”

“Sex-ed?” Celestia’s earlier expectations took a flying leap out of the window. “Oh, Twilight Sparkle. If this is what they’re teaching you, you’re so many classes ahead of the rest you’d still be ahead if you spent years struggling with... oh dear, ‘homosexual relations among stallions’?”

The tiny filly bobbed her head, her huge, moist eyes gazing up at the princess with the trust and confidence of the truly-innocent.

“Alright, my faithful little student. Come by next Sunday and I’ll have some materials ready. Is that ok?”

“Thank you, Princess!” Twilight Sparkle squealed as she gave Celestia’s foreleg a hug before bouncing out of the room, her earlier sorrow completely forgotten.

Behind her, Celestia calmly turned her attention to the two guards standing like ornamental gargoyles at her doorway, “Stormbreak, Lore, I have a special request for you two...”

-=-=-=-

The script felt heavy in the grip of Stormbreak’s mouth, a thick pack of paper that his superior’d dropped in his proverbial lap not five minutes previous. Nervous, clad formally in rented dinner jackets, he and Lore stood before the Princess’ mighty doors. “Mff-hff-ff-ffmmm-hhh-mm?” Stormbreak asked, paper darkening slightly with his saliva.

“No, I didn’t get a chance to read it either.” Lore replied, a similar pack levitating nearby as he held it with the casual convenience of a unicorn. “Maybe we should take a pee-”

The doors interrupted them, swinging open on well-oiled hinges. Within lay the Princess’ tower chambers, once-familiar, now dramatically-changed: Red drapes blocked the windows and filtered what sunlight remained until the room was filled with naught but shades of crimson. A round table, not unlike those found in popular little eateries, stood dominantly center-stage, its candelabra casting a pool of light across the plates of food already served.

The princess herself lay comfortably perched next to her little student nearby, who’d managed to construct a loose little pillow fort for herself sometime before their arrival. “You may start.”

Lore took a quick glance at the script, then pointed with a hoof with a sidelong glance at his pegasus companion, “We have to sit at the dinner table, there.”

Moments later, two chairs scraped the floor, two scripts hit the table, and two uncertain stallions hurriedly scanned the words of the first page.

Stormbreak began, scraping his throat awkwardly before delivering the first line, “It’s... ehm... good to see you, Lore. I’m glad you could come on a... ehm... have dinner with me.”

“It’s... well, it’s your birthday, after all, and you’re my friend. I suppose you’d... want some time with - eh - your friends.” Lore glanced at his script, sputtering through his lines.

“Y-yes, friends! How is your food? I spent quite some time tossing your salad.” Stormbreak replied, his wings twitching once against the back of his chair. “I-I mean, m-making your salad.”

Lore sighed and tried a smile, his breath setting the candle-flames between them to dancing. “That’s... thanks. I like it, it’s good salad.”

Gleaming in the warm light, the forks remained untouched, cradled in the bowl of mixed fruits, greens and flowers as the seconds passed unnoticed between the two stallions. The moment lingered - then broke as a tiny little voice piped up from within her lil’ pillow fort; “Why are they so quiet?”

Stormbreak startled, feeling his cheeks flush as he quickly turned his attention away from his fellow guard, hurriedly finding his next line. “Ah, I mean... I’m glad... Not just that you like the food. That you would come. I mean... We’ve been friends a long time, haven’t we?”

“We have. Since...” Lore hesitated, the momentary silence cut with the sound of paper creasing. “Since basic training. Remember that time I messed up that teleportation spell and ended up almost a hundred yards up in the air? You, well - you caught me. I know, it could’ve been any of the pegasus trainees, I’m sure some would’ve noticed my cry before I hit the ground.”

The unicorn’s hesitant smile slowly turned genuine. “...but it was you. It might sound silly, but how could we be anything other than friends after that?”

“Best friends, best of the best. I want to stay friends, but I also...” Stormbreak swallowed. “I hope this won’t hurt that. I desperately hope you won’t hate me, but... I have a secret. I... I... I...” The pegasus fell still.

“-love you.” the shiny-eyed little Twilight Sparkle whispered into the sudden silence, caught up in the moment.

“I love you.” Lore echoed, stealing the words from the little student’s lips with a sigh of breath and a smile. “I do.”

“I love you.” Stormbreak echoed weakly. “I love you.” The pegasus suddenly sat bolt upright, eyes glistening moistly in the dancing candlelight, wings stretching out behind him. “I love you. I love you! I love you I love you I love you I love youIloveyouIloveyou I Love You!”

Fruit and lettuce cascaded to the carpet, bowls and plates discarded as Stormbreak brought his wings down and soared across the table, sending them both tumbling out of the chair and into each others’ embraces. “I love you too,” the unicorn guard whispered, snout so close he shared the pegasus’ every breath.

That distance dwindled to nothing, lips touching, hesitantly, lightly, then embracing, grasping, heads tilting to find a way to lock together more thoroughly.

“P-princess?” the tiny little audience asked her mentor as she frantically paged through the pile of paper in front of her, “I... can’t find where we are in the script.”

“They’re going off-script, my faithful little student,” Celestia replied, leaning forward to give Twilight’s Sparkle’s cute little ear a calming nuzzle before turning back to the two stallions... and startling visibly, “Really, really off-script.”

The tiny unicorn’s cheeks flushed a darker shade while she watched with wide eyes as dinner jackets were discarded in messy heaps and the princess began magically rifling through the nearby bookshelves in search of a specific tome.

Lore’s trembling forelegs clamped around Stormbreak’s chest, hooves caressing his splayed wings as a kind of urgency began building between the two stallions. The kiss broke only when they shared a different feeling. Blushing, both pegasus and unicorn guards glanced between their bellies, before joining gazes once again. “Do you..?”

“I do. I want it. Make me yours.” Lore’s words came in a rush of air.

Careful not to interrupt, Celestia turned to a page in the book she found, and laid it in front of her little student. “Watch. See how the penis unsheathes?”

“Oh, it...”

Stormbreak pulled back a little, his limp length fully extended, bobbing fitfully with each beat of his thundering heart as it steadily flooded with heat, swelling and growing taut and rigid in the musk-scented air.

“It’s so... big!” Twilight Sparkle squeaked, bringing a sudden blush to the guards’ faces as her high-pitched little voice reminded them of their audience.

“About average for a stallion his age, actually. Don’t worry, by the time that’s important to you... well, you’ll be a full-grown mare.” Celestia replied, her magic smoothly lifting the pegasus guard from his lover’s embrace. Lore’s look was almost heartbroken, forelegs lingering longingly, grasping as they were parted.

“Princess, I’m...” Stormbreak almost whimpered as he was placed in front of the two mares, stallionhood beginning to flag as the depth of their faux pas finally began to truly dawn on him.

“Stormbreak,” Celestia shushed the uncomfortable pegasus, “love is beautiful in all its forms, even if some of them aren’t appropriate in front of little fillies. I’ll forgive that, though, if you continue and help my little student learn. The same goes for you, Lore.”

Stormbreak choked softly, looking back at the quiet Lore’s longing eyes, then nodded, only to gasp moments later as a brush of soft, slender hairs traced a hypersensitive trail across the flare of his glans. “W-what?”

“Twilight Sparkle, watch carefully.” Celestia said as she spread glistening moisture with a fine-haired brush. “This area is called the ‘flare’, the ‘bell’, ‘head’ or ‘glans’ of the penis. It’s very sensitive and rightfully considered an erogenous zone on most males. See how it darkens as Stormbreak regains his erection?” The pegasus in question produced a raspy sound when the brush returned after a brief journey to an open jar of personal lubricant, tracing slick paths down the length of his increasingly-taut shaft. “And this, here, is the medial ring, it’s where the skin of the sheath folds when the penis is dormant. Basically, the skin below it is the inside of the stallion’s sheath, inside-out. A lot of stallions enjoy having this area squeezed.”

And squeezed it was, but not by either mare; Lore, who’d grown tired of waiting, dipped his head around Stormbreak’s side and clamped his lips around the base of the jutting stallionhood, coaxing the pegasus around with little tugs. The unicorn guard’s snout glistened with lubricant as he ran it along the turgid length of Stormbreak’s arousal, rubbing his cheek along the bell before kissing the tip.

“I waited long enough,” Lore whispered, his breath washing across the sensitive glans, “I want you to have me. Let them watch. Let them learn. I don’t care about anything but you, my saviour, my stallion.” His lips met Stormbreak’s belly, caressed his throat, warmed his chin with a stroke of tongue, and finally joined the pegasus’ to resume the abandoned kiss.

Slowly, cushioned by a hint of magic, Lore let himself slide back until he lay supine upon the plush-carpeted floor, drawing his stallion love with him without ever breaking contact. “I’m ready,” Lore murmured, noses touching, cheeks flushed. Stormbreak thrust, a single smooth gesture of his hips dragging the length of his shaft across the soft skin of Lore’s intimate flesh, nestling in the valley of inner thigh and sac.

For a few moments, they lay still, then the pegasus pulled back, and carefully pressed his shaft to the crevice leading to Lore’s hidden star, slowly pushing. Lore whimpered softly, his breath shuddering as he tried to relax. The unicorn winced, hindlegs twitching, tail flagging, then sighed, a faint smile gracing his features even though his glistening eyes sent a thin trail of saline moisture running into his mane.

“D-did I..?” Stormbreak sounded worried, hesitant, but Lore shushed him, forehoof lightly caressing his cheek. “Don’t worry, it only hurts a little. Just hold still for a moment, ok?” Lore replied, leaning in for a quick peck of a kiss before turning his head to watch the princess and her awestruck little student.

“Where is it... what are you doing?” Twilight Sparkle had to ask as the silence stretched to uncomfortable lengths, “Is it in his... thingie? His poopshute?”

Lore laughed softly, while Stormbreak just managed to look awkward. “Yes, it is. It hurts a bit, but for Stormbreak, I’d do so much more. And it feels... good, in a way,” the unicorn guard responded, finally turning his attention back to the pegasus on top of him. “The pain’s mostly gone now.”

Stormbreak nodded. “Just tell me if I’m-. The pegasus went quiet, and slowly pushed forward. Lubricant smoothed the glacially-slow passage of shaft as it sank deeper and deeper into Lore’s body, the unicorn’s taildock trembling in response, feathering Stormbreak’s male orbs with the hair of his cropped tail.

Lore let out a choked little whimper, and his lover immediately came to a halt. The pegasus opened his mouth to apologize, only to have his cheek lightly smacked by the unicorn’s forehoof. “D-don’t treat me like a porcelain doll. I can take it! Harder!”

The next sound out of Lore was a squeak as Stormbreak obeyed, thrusting his hips forward to drive more of his shaft into his pseudo-submissive unicorn friend. With every passing moment, his pistoning grew more forceful, sending jolts through Lore’s flanks and the unicorn’s swelling arousal slapping against his belly.

The thick musk of aroused stallion steadily grew heavy in the already-perfumed air, Lore’s soft whimpers and gasps joined by the pegasus’ groan-interspersed panting. Droplets of sweat glistened golden in the candlelight, quivering before the two stallions’ vigorous motions sent them trickling down their coats. The once-steady thrusts rapidly began losing their rhythm, growing more feral as Stormbreak’s passion rose to a crescendo.

Lore was first to reach his; with a soft, shuddering squeak, his stallionhood began jerking, sending a several trails of pearly white essence spraying across his chest and throat - Stormbreak followed soon after. Letting out a dominant and loud, shrieking neigh, he shoved himself in as deep as he could drive himself, tail flagging as he filled his lover. Lore’s final dribbles stained Stormbreak’s chest as the pegasus collapsed down on top of him, both stallions’ chests pumping like bellows as they pressed their flushed cheeks together, eyes closed as they shared warmth and filled each others’ ears with their breath.

“See, my little student? Stallions can love like any pony,” Celestia murmured, trying not to disturb the two lovers in their afterglow. “Do you understand now?”

“Yes, Princess,” Twilight Sparkle giggled, before a sudden look of horror chased away her smile as a realisation struck her; ”I... oh no! I... I forgot to take notes! Mister Lore? Mister Stormbreak? Could you... do it again?”

Three pairs of eyes turned to stare at the tiny purple unicorn filly in surprise - moments before Celestia, princess of the sun, burst into laughter.

-=-=-=-

Books scattered to the floor as a loud knock startled one Twilight Sparkle, faithful student of Princess Celestia, out of a deep and entrancing Far Spotter adventure. “Coming!” Bouncing out of her unmade bed, she took the steps two at a time and swung open the Ponyville Library’s door with a quick magical jerk. “Oh!”

“Hello, Twilight Sparkle. Remember us?” Although a little greyer and featuring a few more wrinkles around the eyes than they did before, the two guardpony stallions were still very much as they were years past. Stormbreak smiled, and leaned over to give Lore’s cheek a quick nuzzle, “We were passing through Ponyville, and we’d heard you lived here now so we thought it was a good idea to, well...”

“...thank you,” Lore finished, “I know it sounds silly, but because of your trouble with the concept of stallion love, you brought us together. The princess, she probably guessed, but if it wasn’t for you, we’d never have... truly let our feelings show. We would’ve been friends, but never more than that.”

“Anyway,” Stormbreak picked up again as he stepped aside, “we wanted you to meet the newest member of our little family.”

A small green-and-red form squirmed herself in between the flanks of two stallions, cheeks squished into a variety of silly shapes as she tried to reach Twilight before either of the two stallions had enough time to give her space. Bright red, the tiny pegasus gazed up at Twilight through a mop of vibrantly-green mane. “Hi! Theses are my daddy Stormbreak and my daddy Lore. I’m Strawberry! My fathers talked ‘bout you!”

“B-but, w-what?” A single curl escaped Twilight Sparkle’s mane as if cringing away from it’s fellow hairs, “But you’re both stallions, how could you- how- what...? I... I...” The unicorn mare’s lip began to quiver.

“Ahh, miss Sparkle, it’s eas-” Lore began, but found himself interrupted by a sudden bright purple flash. The doorway to the library was empty; Twilight Sparkle was gone.

-=-

Well, this brings back memories. The thought came unbidden as Celestia casually waved the startled dignitaries away to give herself some privacy. The flash of teleportation in the middle of a meeting’d come as a surprise, but not quite as much as the purple mare currently clamped to her foreleg: “I don’ understa-a-a-aaand!” the adult Twilight Sparkle wailed, “I’m not your best student anymo-o-ore!”

The End