Study Aid

A special thanks to everyone that loved my last story, “Moon Phased.” This story drives away from the special night princess to a more… Well a more shy and studious pony. I thought Twilight would make a great romance, mainly because she has no experience with friendship, so why would she know of romance? Case in point this story is romance, with some very light clop elements, please enjoy!
One more thing, I have been receiving messages saying my stories support bestiality, so I direct those people to this post I made in my recent blog addressing the issue. My argument can be read here
http://www.fimfiction.net/blog/5643

You feel your mouth hanging in a mixture of awe and fear, a few minutes ago you were just mulling over a magic studies book, ignoring other classmates as they failed somewhat miserably on a relatively simple spell. Now Princess Celestia stood at the head of the class, a smile more brilliant and lovely than the sun itself spread across her elegant face.
“Good morning, everypony, I have come under the pretense that there is a gifted unicorn among this class.”

Her voice, a sweet melody of springtime and song birds, enters one of your ears, turns your brain to mush, and then promptly exits the other. Why would the princess herself be coming to your class? And who is the unicorn she speaks of?

The answer becomes fairly clear as every one of your classmates turn their heads to stare at you.

“What is your name?” Celestia asks as her eyes seemingly dive into your soul.

With a shaky hoof you raise it to your chest and find it very hard to breathe. She nods her head as the other students continue to stare wide-eyed. What exactly had you done to deserve this honor?

“My…my name is Quill.”

Classy, at least you didn’t say your full name, Quilliard.

Her smile only widens as she walks down the rows of workbenches gracefully swishing her tail so that it harmlessly wisps past other students. As she stands over you, a good head and a half taller, you feel a certain…joy of her being so close. You had seen her before during a speech, but you had been standing on your fathers back at the time and still hadn’t earned a cutie mark.

She lowers her head to your level and looks you over, first at your horn, and then your face, and then across your body before nodding her head. You can smell her breath, a fusion of fresh fruit and cinnamon. She then closes her eyes and nods her head slowly before turning around and addressing your professor, who has also forgotten to breathe.

“I am taking this young unicorn with me and he will no longer be attending this academy. Thank you for sending the letter.”

Your professor nods meekly as you tail closely behind the princess, two guards taking up residence behind you as she leads you out of the academy. Still confused as to why she did that you wish to speak, to question, but find yourself mutely following the princess to her carriage.

As she gets in and beckons you forward, you feel your face growing hot, being in the same carriage and so close to the princess? You fear you might just pass out right there. Luckily you manage to swallow back the fear and take a seat across from the sun goddess and bow your head so she cant see your reddening face.

“Your professor believes your magic is far too powerful for the academy and asked if I had a unicorn powerful enough to serve as your teacher. I only know of one of my former students that could help you.”

You gulp and feel like shaking. Who would end up teaching you? You envision a tiny old stallion with a bushy beard that makes you balance rocks on your back as he speaks with a weird voice.

"Ready are you not to be a true mage."

You chuckle, he would be a green stallion with wavy crazy white hair. The cart stops after what seems an eternity of waiting and Celestia exits to lead you up to an enormous white palace. If your jaw wasn’t hinged in it would have hit the cold pavement at your hooves. Never had you dared imagine being at the royal castle. The sun is at the peak of the tallest tower, and as you look at Celestia the sun itself is shining down on her, giving off the most majestic glow.
Down boy….

With a nod of her head you follow her up the crimson carpeted stairway entering the royal throne room. You REALLY need to sit down before passing out. She apparently saw what your mind was conveying to your body…Or she could read minds like some of the students had told you.

“Please sit, you must be exhausted and I’m sure this is incredibly strange for you.”

You do as she says, finding a fluffed up cushion floating under you as you fall back. She sits as well and stares at you with expectant eyes waiting for some form of conversation. What can you say? She swept you out of an academy that quite frankly wasn’t advanced enough for you, she tells you of someone that can teach you then neglects to say more, and then she takes you to the bucking palace!

“I suppose I would like to know where I’m going.”

She smiles widely and a plate holding assorted foods and cups of tea floats to your side. Whatever she was planning was becoming quickly irrelevant at the mere sight of food. As you take an experimental bite of what looks like a cupcake, your mind shatters into tiny bliss and sugar coated bits. This cupcake was the most delicious thing that you had ever had the pleasure of eating, and from the princess no less!

“I only have one student that could teach at the level you require. You will be transferred to Ponyville and resume studies under my protege, Twilight Sparkle.”

Food literally falls from your gaping mouth as you try to comprehend what she just said. Ponyville? That was the most chaotic town that you knew of. The focal point of the Elements of Harmony bearers. It also held many wonders that had been taught to you at home.

Twilight Sparkle? But she’s not even older than you!

Truth be told, learning that Twilight would be educating you wasn’t a well welcomed thought. However, she was the Element of magic, so if anyone could help you it would be her. Taking a moment to stuff your face with two more cupcakes(Much to Celestia's enjoyment.), you soon feel a glimmer of hope. Perhaps now you can keep your power under control, perhaps now you can find out who you were meant to be. Downing a glass of tea you stand abruptly and smile at the princess.

“When do I leave?” You eagerly ask.
With a smile only describable as trollish, her horn glows and envelops you in a golden shower of sparks and light.

“You leave now.”

Before you have time to react or grab another cupcake, you find yourself in a quaint and warm room, the walls filled to the tops with books and other assorted scholarly treasures. You trot forward and remove a copy of “History of The Elements,” and begin to browse, appreciating wherever Celestia sent you. A clopping sound jars you from the good read and you turn around to be confronted by a glaring purple unicorn.

“Where did you come from?”

No words come to mind as the glaring unicorn surveys the area looking for possible clues of your sudden appearance. Her deep lavender eyes seem to watch you with the guise of a scientist. As she continues to circle you with a glare you find the ability to speak.

“Celestia sent me here, she said you could-”

You fail to say anything else as a purple miniature dragon bursts into the room, holding a scroll with the all to familiar royal seal engraved in wax. Twilight grabs the letter and reads over it with speed unlike anything you had ever seen before rolling it back up and handing it to the dragon.

“Thank you, Spike, I was beginning to think he was an intruder.”

“Well, if you let me finish!” You interject, becoming increasingly annoyed with the unicorn.

“Well, I suppose introductions would be necessary before lessons? My name is Twilight sparkle, and this is my assistant, Spike.”

Spike nods his head to you and you copy the gesture, looking to Twilight with a look surmised as part confused and part annoyed.

“My name is Quill. Celestia said you could help me control my magic.”

She gives you a speculative glance before smiling slightly. You have the sudden vision of painful lessons, a whip in her maw as she presses a hoof to your throat.

What the buck?

With a laugh she closes her eyes, levitating some books to you and setting them in a perfectly symmetrical pile. As she levitates book after book you cant help but stare, her smile is wide now and her eyes are closed in carefree concentration. It’s actually kind of cute.

You don’t even know her!

That’s not entirely true… Everypony knows of Twilight Sparkle and the other Elements' adventures. You remember hearing the news when she broke the spirit of one Trixie upon calming the great Ursa Minor. Every colt and stallion in Canterlot had at least once talked of her, and even the princess called her a prodigy, a mage of great promise.

So why wouldn’t you think she was cute?
Any thought of her apparent adorableness is quickly destroyed as one particularly heavy book falls right on your hoof, and you cry out in a shrill yelp of pain as you leap backwards crashing into a bookcase. The impact of your crash dishevels even more books, which, like dominoes, hit your head one by one. As the last book, aptly titled "The Laws of Gravity and Magic," falls on the lump growing from your head, you realize the stars dancing around your eyes are probably not real.

“Oh! Are you alright, Quill?”

Of course you can't answer her over the shrieking of the pink and golden birds floating on the imaginary stars. You manage to shakily stand on your legs and shoot her the most poisonous glare you can before shaking your head with a sigh.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Your inability to lie must have caught her. She walks over and offers her side as she begins to walk you out the door and into a large living space, and then up a winding staircase to a spare bedroom. Her coat is soft you can feel her heartbeat as she leads you into the room. The beat quickens as she turns and notices your staring, and with a fervent blush she turns her head away. You break away, almost regretting the absence of her warm soft coat supporting you. The walk to the bed is slow, at least it feels that way as you manage to flop down on the cloud-soft mattress.

“Can I bring you anything? A book or perhaps a glass of tea?”

You begin to wonder how many books she has stored in this home, and one particular book appears at the forefront of your mind.

“Do you have the complete works of C.S. Lewis? I would also appreciate any works relating to magic theory if you have any.”

The sudden spark in her eye almost catches you off guard as she disappears out of the room momentarily, rushing back with an old black leather book.

“Have you read 'The Voyage of the Dawn Treader?' Or 'The Silver Chair?'”

You shake your head with a smile. This might be fun after all.

“I actually prefer The Magician's Nephew.”

She looks at you confusedly and disappears momentarily, bringing a smaller book bound in red fabric and laying it on your bed. You pick it up with your magical grasp and flip through the pages.

This book has never been opened!

Twilight looks away and paws at the ground, looking everywhere but where you lay. It’s almost too much, you know exactly what she wants, but she is unable to ask.

“Twilight, would you like me to read you this?”

With a girlish squeal she leaps over and nestles next to you, her eyes wide as she looks down at the book. You knew from gossip that Twilight loved nothing more than a good book, and loved it even more when someone else read it to her.

~+~+~+~

A few hours have passed, and aside from the occasional question or giggle from Twilight, she has been quite the audience. She now sleeps against you, her head curled in and resting on her hooves. You chuckle to yourself and levitate the book onto the nightstand, debating whether or not to wake the sleeping mare beside you. She smiles softly, the moon casting a pale glow across her slumbering frame.

Just let her sleep.

You pull the blanket over you and give her the most of it, smiling as she sighs quietly. A good book would put anypony to sleep, and you soon find you are no exception. The tug of slumber lulls you into a deep sleep, and you begin to silently enjoy the presence of the purple unicorn.

~+~+~+~

“Wake up, my young student.”

Your eyes open slowly to see a smiling mare before you, her lavender eyes peering closely into yours. She stands on top of you, her front hoof rubbing your chest as she peers down at you with a hungry smile.

“It’s time to begin your lessons.”

With that she presses her mouth to yours in a hungry growl. The feeling of her soft, ferocious lips is intoxicating, and you soon find the desire for more. As she presses harder, she rubs her chest against yours, creating friction similar to that of two soft fabrics pressed together with opposing forces.

Well that was scientific…

Her growl slowly becomes a softer moan as you press a tentative tongue forward like an explorer exploring exotic lands yet undiscovered.
Stop that.

The tentative fondling of her hooves migrates across your chest, lower and lower still. A groan escapes your lips as you press your tongue forward with an equal apposing force and her eyes shoot open and a smile spreads across her face.

"Twilight…"

“Who?”

You look at her as she breaks the heated kiss.

“Twilight?”

“Who?”

~+~+~+~+~

Your eyes shoot open as you stare at the ceiling. The sun is now over the horizon, it was most likely close to mid-day. You turn over and see Twilight still sound asleep, the book from the previous night clutched tightly in her hooves. A ruffle of feathers alerts your vision to the right, where a particularly odd looking owl is peering at you with a knowing grin.

“Who?”

You silently curse to yourself and sit there for a time, the dream was so vivid it could have been an actual event. Yet she lays there in deep slumber, undisturbed from any possible exercise that could have taken place during the evening. You shift uncomfortably in the bed as two realizations hit you like a train.

You're attracted to your tutor…

And you have a bad case of morning wood…

Special thanks to Dr. Bob for editing!