Sky steps out of the hot shower and sighs, his long silver-blue mane dripping wet and his wings loose at his sides. Seamus stared at is long legs and his flanks through the mirror, making the shy pegasaus blush and look at the wet floor. He pulled out a towel from the shelf and the other colt sighs dreamily, his long wings out to his sides and the hot shower still running over his young form. Nothing made him happier than to see Sky blush, that shy, almost coy motion that drove him crazy every time. He felt himself suddenly unsheathe and he himself turned beet red. In order to conserve some privacy and save himself some pride, he flicked his tail over his now throbbing length, his face glowing the deepest shade of scarlet possible.

Sky didn’t notice the obvious discomfort of his best friend and slowly ran the towel over his long legs, extending each one out to their full, sleek length, his supple young muscle moving like water underneath his silky coat. Seamus bit is bottom lip and tried desperately to calm himself down, but he couldn’t. The other colt was helpless to watch as he saw Sky stretch out his entire long, extremely hot body, arching his back like a cat and throwing his pale blue wings in the air, revealing his thin hips to the excited alicorn, his hips swayed slightly as he stretched his rear into the air, driving the alicorn crazy, a slight gasp escaping his lips, sweat beading out of his face to be immediately washed away by the suddenly extremely hot water.

The pegasaus straightened and tossed his long mane to the side, walking over to the sink, his muscular flanks moving like liquid steel under his velvet coat. Seamus let out a slight whimper, imagining running his hooves over the other colt’s supple skin and his waist, the same noise coming from his partner. There was nothing he wouldn’t give to be there in that washroom with Sky. The things he could do with him now… he shuddered to think of the night they would have. Someday he would, someday soon. He stared at Sky, in a trance, the other colt’s movements so lithe and graceful he found it impossible to look away. Sky looked back at him and saw the lost, dreamy look on his mare-ish face.

Sky blushed so intensely Seamus felt his heart skip a beat and the ground under him pitch. It was maddening to be this far from the other colt, his partner. The pegasaus he had spent three years of imprisonment with. The colt he had played countless games of cards with. The one pony who understood him perfectly. Why couldn’t they be there, together again? He wanted more than anything in the world to be there in that room and to run his hooves through Sky’s silky silver-blue mane, his soft lips on his neck…

He stopped himself. This wouldn’t help him and the water was turning colder. He had been in the shower for three hours, so it was a miracle the hot water hadn’t given out by then anyway. He wanted to move, but seeing as he was in a very revealing position, it wouldn’t be wise to move his tail. Sky gave him an estranged look as his friend began to shiver and the water began to feel like ice on the alicorn’s skin.

“Sea, you need to get out. I’ll still be here, I promise.”

At last the icy water did its job and he fully relaxed, the brilliant red blush fading from his mare-ish face. The alicorn jumped up from the shower floor and turned the water off, frantic to be out of the shower and dry. He levitated a towel over and dried off as fast as he could, shivering violently. Sky watched with a transfixed expression on his own mare-ish face. Seamus began to do something along the lines of what he himself had just done, except the alicorn strutted gracefully, seductively over to the fogged mirror and smiled at him, drawing a heart in the condensation from his breathe. His wet mane clung to his sleek frame, hugging every corner and ripple of his wiry muscle. Sky’s breathe came in short bursts and his wings were trying desperately to fly into the air rigid, but his willpower prevented the action.

“Well?” Seamus whispered. “Still want to wait?”

Sky swallowed a lump in his throat and nodded, sticking to his previous decision.

“Oh Sky…” The alicorn sighed, letting his wings rise into the air and his hips sway more that he would usually allow. “One day we are going to have a very special night, and when that happens… I swear I’ll look into right into your eyes every moment.”

Sky shook and his wings were completely horizontal, the feathers twitching and his eyes were half closed. “Sea… I need to get out or Melody will have a fit. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He got out and left the room.

Seamus watched desperately, longingly as Sky grabbed his towel and left all in one graceful movement. But just as he opened the trap-door, though, the handsome young pegasaus flicked his long tail aside, revealing himself to the alicorn’s curious eyes. His eyes widened to the size of moons and he fell backwards onto his rump, his breathe labored and his wings flaring high into the air. Nothing else he could have done could have shocked or aroused him more than Sky showing himself like that. The image was burnt onto the back of his eyelids, the tight pink ring with the cutest little freckle right next to it. It looked plump, loose and ready for him. Like an offer he should have taken, the lips were puckered out and the ring itself was so amazingly red and moist it made the alicorn moan to think about it. It was still there to him… loose… tantalizing… succulent flanks swaying from side to side, ready for him….

Seamus whimpered and slammed his hoof onto the wet tile in frustration. Sky had left and he was once again alone in the washroom, the mirror was just a window into an empty, hollow memory. He was there on the bathroom floor, lonely and desperate. He sighed and looked down at himself in annoyance and slight disgust. He was long, painfully long. The strange spells and the diet he had been put on made him so long that his head stopped right over his heart and his member was as thick as his tail. He hated the alterations, they weren’t natural and the skin looked miserably thin. The doctor said his body would soon cope with the change, but he doubted it would. He looked at himself as a freak, he could hurt somepony easily, but what if he hurt Sky? Would he be able to live with himself?

He turned away, refusing to be aroused unless it was for Sky. Sky was all that mattered and he was saving himself for his partner. Until then he would refrain from anything he could. With iron will and firm resolution, he stood and walked over to the sink. With mental strength unheard of, he splashed cold water onto his face and occupied his mind with the basics of magic, reciting Twilight’s words over and over in his head to discipline himself. It was late and he needed to sleep, in his excitement he had forgotten just how tired he was. The brilliant sun was on the morning horizon and what sleep he could get was better than none.

Seamus woke up the following evening with a very light head and a slight skip in his step. This was a brand new night and he would use it well, or at least he thought so before Pinkie came blundering through Twilight’s front door, her mane even crazier than usual, and a party dress making her disheveled mane seem even more ridiculous. She hopped up the stairs in usual cheery manner to find Twilight, her mane bouncing in rhythm with her gravity-defying jumps. Seamus felt that her dressing up in a formal dress could only mean that absolute chaos would ensue. It was too bad he was right.

A moment later she ran downstairs with Twilight and they both had their Gala dresses on, jewelry sparkling in the last light of the setting sun. He was confused and it must have been fairly obvious, because Twilight answered his silent questions just after he thought of them.

“Your Party, remember? At the castle?” Twilight said like it was common knowledge. “Don’t you remember? We have to go and announce you to the public of Canterlot, otherwise ponies won’t know there’s another alicorn and when they see you it’d be a riot. There is only one born every couple thousand years or so, after all.”

“What is the big deal about being an alicorn? It’s not like I’m any different form anypony else, right?” He asked, hoping the answer was a no.

“Actually… yes. Your magic and my magic are two totally different things. I use the magic of the energy in the air around me; you harness every type of energy from everything around you for miles. Living things, kinetic, potential, atomic, etc. The amount of magic you can channel and the amount of magic I can channel are long shot from each other. And besides that, all alicorns are charged to control a celestial body; we just don’t know what yours is yet. Maybe it’s Mercury. I could see that. Maybe Pluto… oh, never mind, that would be bad… um… I really don’t know. Perhaps…”

She stood for another moment with her hoof on her chin, trying to think of what he could possibly pertain to by his character..

“There is Venus, but by astrology she is always a female. That makes it very unlikely. There is a chance, but a very slim chance. You couldn’t be Jupiter, that’s for sure.”

Seamus shook his head and tried to think of how the whole thing somehow applied to him. All of this couldn’t possibly be about him. He was born in a tiny, insignificant village off the lush green coast of the westernmost peninsula of the Northern Counties. He was no more important than the rest of his race, wasn’t he? He was a strange outcast loner of a child and more than a tad off on his moral compass. How could he be this important? Parties, Hearings, Galas? This was too much attention for his comfort.

“Oh well.” Twilight continued. “It’s just a dress rehearsal. You don’t even have to be there, you can just stay in the guest room.”

Seamus sighed in relief and settled down, his heart rate lowered and his wings stopped twitching nervously. He couldn't stop thinking about being in front of a crowd of thousands. Would Equestria accept another alicorn?

Seamus scuffed a hoof on the soft carpet of the guest room, a book in front of him and a blanket over his shoulders. He was at total peace, the candles around him lit and the rest of the room cast in a dim yellow light. He sighed and tried to imagine a better moment. He wished he hadn’t, because the moment he tried Sky appeared in his head. The alicorn buried his face in the blanket and mumbled a hasty curse; the image of Sky was burnt into the back of his eyelids. Every time he closed them or blinked, he would see his partner in the bathroom, his hips swaying and his eyes luring him into their depths, seeking to swallow his innocence and relieve him of that irresistible, carnal, animalistic urge.

Seamus whimpered pitifully and tried to stop the chain of thought, but found it near impossible. Such things were only impossible when the other colt was involved; forgetting was the one thing he couldn’t do. Nostalgia and regret clawed at his stomach and the eternal talon of loneliness ripped at his throat. Nothing he could do would ever make up for what he had said to Sky last time. The pegasus had forgiven him, but it didn’t take way the fact that he had said it, screamed it into the other colt’s face.

He couldn’t wait until he could finally make it up to him. He would do anything for him, he wouldn’t care how demeaning it was, and pride wouldn’t be a factor. Whatever he wanted for that amazing night he would do. He could only imagine the colt’s wings around him and his length on his soft stomach, the soft fur and the friction coaxing him over the edge, the look on Sky’s face as he came…

Seamus slammed his hoof with a dull clop down onto the side table and shut the book with a loud smack of paper binding. He had to stop this, he would go absolutely insane or worse. Maybe he could go out to the dress rehearsal and socialize with the VIP’s, after all the guests were all there and he was the honored host, so that made it his party. Maybe a crazy party like Pinkie’s would take his mind off the pegasus. His long horn glowed faintly and he disappeared with a snap to join the festivities, eager to distract himself from the arousing thoughts that plagued his mind’s eye.

Strobe lights were strung into the rafters and a DJ table was set up where the musicians usually played. Guests from afar had arrived early and were looking about the room in wonder. Pinkie was hopping in between glitter and confetti cannons, a huge smile on her face and a disco ball in her mouth. She handed the sparkling orb over to a pegasus and the mare flew up to the high ceiling to fasten it in place. The smile on the party mare’s face was so big it engulfed her entire head and her nose seemed diminutive next to the display of bottomless glee.

She skipped merrily over to Rainbow Dash, who was lounging in a chair in the VIP section, a drink of punch in her hoof.

“Hey Dashie!” The bubblegum pink mare chirped merrily, still bouncing up and down so fast her mane was a blur of tangled curls. “I was just thinking, should we start the party here now and keep it going until tomorrow night, or wait? Because that would be one heck of a party, y’know! So then I”

She was cut short as Celestia walked into the huge room and shook her head.

“The party is tomorrow night and it will stay that way. Besides, all of the guests haven’t arrived and I’m afraid we might alienate a few of them with all of… this.”

She gestured around at the scene that was beginning to look like the inside of a Ke$ha video.

“Oh silly! What’s a party of it isn’t a little outside your comfort zone?” Pinkie asked and skipped up to the princess.

“Besides, if they don’t like our party then they can join Luna’s stuffy party back at the main hall.” Rainbow Dash added, recalling the last time the pink party mare had taken control of a Canterlot gathering.  

The ruler of the sun still looked wary, but nodded, hoping this would attract the younger guests. “Who all did you invite Pinkimena?”

“Oh just call me Pinkie! I invited a lot of popular ponies! I managed to book DJPON3 for the night! How awesome is that!” Rainbow Dash spat out her punch and choked at the mention of the DJ. “Oh yeah, and I also invited Soarin, I hope you don’t mind.”

Rainbow Dash could feel her heart seizing up and the muscles in her wings going into spasms of pure shock. “Soarin! The Wonderblolt, Soarin!” The super-fan gave off a fangirl-esque squeal of excitement. “’Oh my gosh! When does he get here! I have to meet him! Is he here now? Never mind, I’ll figure it out by myself!” She disappeared in a blur of motion and color.

“Does she always…?” Celestia asked.

“Oh, she’s a huge fan, that’s all!” Pinkie responded.

Seamus walked into the room and nearly fainted at the huge array of rave equipment. There was no way he could be there at the party, especially with all that attention. He started to slowly back out of the room when a certain pale blue Wonderbolt saw him. He saw the young alicorn and the handsome pegasus gave him a smile from across the room; Seamus averted his mare-ish face and nearly held his breathe. His body brutally betrayed him and a slight flush leapt to his cheeks. Without his suit the performer looked too much like Sky for the alicorn’s comfort, maybe not the same face or the same legs, but the color and the wings were still the same.

The alicorn was about to leave with all possible haste, but Rainbow grabbed Soarin’s hoof and began to ask him tons of questions about who-knows-what, aerial flight moves that’s meaning escaped all meaning except theirs. With the pale blue flight performer distracted, the young colt let out a sigh and crossed the dance floor as fast as he could without running. With the intense blush fading from his face, he began to work out a way to avoid everypony and still be cordial about the event. He had everything figured out when Celestia strode up, easily a head and a half taller than the colt; she had no reason to dress up.

She opened her mouth and shot down any hope of him enjoying tomorrow night. “You have to be seen by the guests and I expect you to mingle. I have multiple ambassadors coming to this party, you need to make a good impression and try to be polite.”

Seamus deflated and groaned. “Why? I didn’t even want this party?!”

“Because, as a future ruler of this fair kingdom you will inherit some of Luna’s and even my own problems. I’m not doing this to bother you. It is just necessary.” The ruler lectured.

He sighed and tried to think about something else. Rainbows. Things that tasted like rainbows. Tasting the rainbow. Running on rainbows. The multiple colors in a rainbow. What created rainbows. How rainbows affected Cloudsdales economy. Rainbows, rainbows, rainbows…  

“Are you listening to me?” Celestia asked; he nodded, a wry smile on his face. “Just remember to act like yourself.” She walked away, leaving him to think about rainbows.

He dropped the subject in his head and rolled his eyes. It couldn’t just go his way for once, could it?

Oh, yet how wrong he was. Things were about to get so much better for him. The night continued and he did little but pace and avoid everypony, a scowl on his face. Pinkie finished the preparations and eventually the energetic pony crashed on the couch in the VIP lounge. The rest of the mane six headed to the guest room to crawl into their beds. Seamus remained in the lounge, pacing and muttering to himself, unable to stop his constant racing thoughts. Maybe tomorrow would go better than he thought. He was wrong, mostly.

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