Author's Notes:

Contains: [Foalcon] [Defloration]
Written by Flutterpony

"It hurts." Twilight winced, her eyes watered, but she wasn't afraid.

"You're doing so well, my little pony," the shining white mare encouraged softly, her hard, smooth, spiraled appendage having just torn through the young filly's most intimate barrier. "I can still use a numbing spell if you've changed your mind."

"N-no--" the filly panted "--'M alright," she grunted. Not all of love was a garden stroll. Beyond the kisses and the flowers, there was a deep connectedness that both yearned for, but it couldn't be fully enjoyed unless she was willing to be vulnerable now, to take a little pain.

The purple filly rested on her stomach atop the royal bed, legs tucked and tail raised for her mentor while she let her body adjust to the discomfort of a broken hymen and the stretching of tight virginal walls. Meanwhile, Celestia took a couple deep breaths and held steady, resting on cushions at the edge of the bed where her height brought the base of her horn just above her target. It was a simple matter of tilting forward and entering to claim her prize pupil's virginity. Millenia of self discipline tamed her wilder impulses, but her depth of love and tenderness toward Twilight were what gave the regal mare reason to care that their first time together should be something even more special than the others.

Twilight's quivering walls, slick with arousal against her sensitive pristine appendage, distracted Celestia enough to send her more noble intentions to the back of her mind in favor of hurrying the process forward. To do so would be within her right, after all. The standard covenant that every pupil should offer herself to her mentor was of little importance to the sun-marked mare, however. In her heart, it was her privilege, not her right, to know Twilight Sparkle so intimately. Many other pupils had requested the rite when they finally understood she wouldn't initiate them unprompted, and Celestia was not shy, but few experiences were as significant to the princess as this one. Few fillies had ever sweetened her life as Twilight Sparkle had. Even fewer had shown such great dedication to their studies that the issue of sex had been delayed for more than a year from her beginning as protégé as it had for Twilight Sparkle.

None in recent centuries that Celestia could recall had prompted the Princess to be so bold as to ask her pupil directly whether she'd given any thought to it. "Should I, Princess?" The filly's surprise had only been outdone by her curiosity, but Celestia only answered with a nuzzle and a kiss to the filly's forehead before leaving the foal to ponder alone. It had been worth the prompt and the wait. Love, patient and selfless, brought them finally to the consummation of their sacred bond as teacher and student and enriched it so much more.

"It feels better now... I think, Princess," Twilight spoke finally.

"When we're together like this," the teacher explained, "I prefer we call each other Love."